Rebirth of The Arrogant Evil Doctor

Because you are my salvation

The sun was shining brightly, and little rays went through the gap of curtains.

Xia Yanxuan rubbed her face over the quilt. The warmth made her feel like she had to return to her side.

She slowly opened her eyes, looking around into unfamiliar surroundings—bright yellow curtains, tall sandalwood bookshelves that contained various types of books. On the side table, a crystal vase with blooming flowers brings scents to the whole room.

“Wake up!” An icy-cold strange voice came.

Xia Yanxuan, in her fragile body, glanced at the voice coming. Somebody will not ignore his cold complexion and the aura emanating.

“It was him. The man from the rain, I never thought he would save me,” she said to herself.

“How long have I been sleeping?” She looked into his cold eyes. These same eyes which she has.

“All night,” he said.

She had been in a daze all night. She had a high fever and constant chilling in the rain for so long. Pain in her wounds because of the inflammation. He didn’t expect her to recuperate so quickly, which surprised him.

He doesn’t understand why he suddenly carried her back last night. He would have just left her unconscious or dead, according to his personality. What did her life have to do with him? However, he picked her up and carried her back to the car under Li’s suspicious gaze when she lost consciousness.

“I want you to leave now!” Mo Chen said coldly.

I will not let my emotions sway me. She just woke up, and last night she was in a coma. What does it have to do with her?

The corners of Xia Yanxuan’s mouth hooked up slightly. She sat up, walked off the bed, looked at Mo Chen, and said, “Thank you!” Although this man is such a ruthless person, he still saved her.

She picked up her luggage and walked towards the door. She must adapt herself to this body as soon as possible. Her body needs to recuperate fast. She needs to return to her world to find out who wants to kill her. Her current identity is the best cover.

Mo Chen stood up and walked towards Xia Yanxuan. He looked at her from afar and changed his mind. Her arrogance and stubborn eyes made her fierce. It gave him the urge to destroy it.

He smiled, but the smile was icy, “Stay.”

Xia thought, what made him change his mind? She was a little surprised. Weary eyes looked at him, “On what grounds?” Who does he think he is.

Mo Chen unfolds a hint of playfulness and slowly closes in on her until she has no way back.

He circled her between his arm and the wall, raised his long, pianist-like fingers to hook Xia Yanxuan’s still slightly swollen, slightly thin cheeks, and met her with all eyes.

“On what basis? I saved your life, and this is my territory. From now on, everything you do is up to me! Unless you can outsmart me and get out of this villa. Don’t even think about leaving”

When he brought her last night, he had already investigated everything about her.

The information was that she was a gold digger, manipulative and abusive. She constantly had a lover.

The only thing he didn’t understand was why the old man of the Qi family, who was always known for his cunning three years ago, forced his grandson to marry her, who was an orphan and useless? What is the hidden secret inside?

Hehe hehe…” Xia Yanxuan, a burst of bell-like laughter filled the whole room. For a long time, she collected her smile.

His stare was cold. It’s like a lightning strike that will attack fast, unpredictable force as if surveying his prey like a leopard.

At this moment, knowing she was no match for him. Why should she make trouble for herself? She needs to heal herself physically and mentally. Anyway, if she wants to leave here soon, no one can stop her.

“Fine! I’ll stay.” She lazily shakes off his hand and walks toward the bed, covers up the quilt, and resumes to sleep.

Mo Chen is slightly stunned, and the pair of dark black pupils swept through a hint of laughter.

Finally, Xia Yanxuan had slept enough, opened her clear eyes, and lazily stretched her body. She took a deep breath of fresh air.

She looked out the window, the sunlight through the white gauze curtain in the house leaving a little warm glow.

She looked at herself and saw the crumpled clothes on her body. She grabbed clean clothes and went inside the bathroom.

The bathtub is comparable to a small pool filled with steaming mist. Xia Yanxuan slowly dipped into the hot steamy water, enjoying the warmness.

She lazily lay in the bathtub, closing her eyes, under the steamy fumes of the hot water, vaguely flushed with an alluring pink.

“Demon, demon, you demon. Everyone smashed her to death with stones.” A voice still lingers on her ear with milky but malicious words, and this is the voice kept deep inside her memory.

When she was a little kid, she was full of injuries. Stubbornly she keeps on fighting, eyes full of indifference, countless small stones constantly throwing her. She did not cry, not even a cry of pain, just stood quietly, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

She was an orphan, unloved, lonely, and alone. At first, she also cried. Then, it was just happening over and over again, and she got used to it.

Because her eyes were different from other children’s, they were green.

Although people from other countries also have green eyes, her pair of green eyes is different. She has pure turquoise, like a bloodthirsty beast. It is like a cat’s eye with a demonic green light at night, leaving people frightened.

No one knows that her pair of eyes can see through the surface of any object and can see the body inside. She also can be a psychic for seeing ghosts. Her exceptional ability is unacceptable to this world.

Full of wounds, blood flowing and noiselessly onto the ground, making it reddish-brown.

At this point, the surrounding noise suddenly stilled, a large white hand appeared in front of her. She slowly raised her head, only to see a beautiful man’s face appear in front of her eyes, a pair of seemingly ink-black bright eyes crystal clear, the sexy and rose-colored diamond-shaped lips rippled with a gentle smile.

“Will you come with me?” The soft voice is like a clear spring, not intoxicated and dirty.

A touch of warmth brushed across her tiny heart as she looked into his eyes and saw no ridicule or fear, only sincerity and a warm heart. She moved her small hand slightly, looked at him with some hesitation, and slowly raised her hand under his encouraging gaze.

He held it and smiled at me.”

“Home?” Perhaps only in her dreams, a term she had longed for existed.

“Yes, our home.” The young man smiled and nodded.

“Good!” She answered softly. From now on, she had him in her life.

Her dark eyes were filled with tenderness and longing as she looked silently into the distance. Are you okay?