Chapter 2: Reborn from the Flames, a Noble Benefactor Arrives!

Seeing Hong Ruilin in danger, Tang Ye immediately sprang into action, dialing 119 to report the fire's location.

Thick smoke billowed increasingly from the crack beneath the door.

Tang Ye tried kicking the door with his foot.

The fire spread rapidly; just a few minutes' delay could mean a tragic outcome for Hong Ruilin due to smoke inhalation.

Pain shot through the top of his foot, but fortunately, the solid wood door wasn’t particularly sturdy. After a dozen or so kicks, it began to loosen.

The flames grew fiercer, thick smoke rolling out.

In movies, a single kick would blast the door open!

But that tactic failed here.

Tang Ye said nothing, veins bulging in his neck as he lowered his shoulders and rammed the door with all his might.

In that moment, fear may have flickered in Tang Ye’s heart, but what flooded his mind were the memories of his time spent with Hong Ruilin.

He could have chosen to leave, but if he later learned that Hong Ruilin had suffered because help arrived too late... he knew he would never forgive himself.

Time was running out. Even in the hallway, Tang Ye felt the scorching heat.

Anxiety gnawed at him—if he couldn't break through the door, would he have to give up?

With a tearing sound, the door panel began to splinter.

A loud crash followed.

Tang Ye finally forced the door open, a wave of scorching air burning his skin with a stinging sensation.

He took a deep breath to steady himself, then sprinted toward the bathroom, grabbing two towels and soaking them with water. One he pressed over his nose and mouth to shield himself from the thick smoke and prevent suffocation.

The other he reserved for Hong Ruilin.

Tang Ye tried to dash out of the bathroom but was pushed back by the heat.

Within mere seconds, the fire surged, engulfing flammable items like the sofa and wooden cabinet in the living room.

The roaring flames seared his body. Tang Ye realized he had underestimated the situation.

He was far too vulnerable, at the mercy of the raging fire.

With everything on the line, he summoned all his strength and charged toward the study.

Hong Ruilin was found immediately, collapsed on the study floor, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

“Mr. Hong, are you alright?”

Hong Ruilin weakly opened his eyes but gave no response.

Nearby lay scattered pill bottles and brown tablets.

Tang Ye realized he hadn’t taken his medication in time and that his asthma had flared up.

The flames crept toward the bookshelf near his feet; just a few seconds’ delay more, and his trousers might have caught fire—a grim prospect.

Though immobile, Hong Ruilin remained conscious.

In despair, he saw a figure appear but was too weak to recognize who it was.

Tang Ye slung Hong Ruilin’s arm over his shoulder.

The bookshelf crashed down with a clatter, sparking embers as it slammed heavily against Tang Ye’s back.

He groaned in pain and fell.

Clenching his teeth hard enough to bite his tongue, the pain sharpened his senses, rallying his strength once more.

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