Just as he was about to press his lips against hers, a sharp pain shot through his forehead, followed by a forceful kick that sent him sprawling to the ground.
“How dare you lay a finger on my woman, Duan Yanxing’s woman!” With that furious roar, Duan Yanxing forcefully pulled Chi Mu into his embrace.
In an instant, Chi Mu collapsed softly against his broad chest. Breathing in his unique scent, she seemed to feel much more at ease.
Was it him? Duan Yanxing?!
Why did he always seem like a little angel?
Always appearing just in time whenever she was in danger.
“Mr. Duan… is that you? Have you come to save me again?” Chi Mu blinked her watery eyes, her flushed eyelids still misty with tears.
“Mr. Duan…” she murmured repeatedly, her slender arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. She then rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes and whispering, “I don’t feel well… what should I do…”
“Be good, I’m here now. It’s alright. I’ve come to save Wanwan.” He patted her back gently, his tone impossibly tender.
Hearing this, the young man on the ground suddenly laughed. He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with mockery and gloom. “Save her? How can you say that? Your actions are no different from mine. We’re the same kind of person—you’re just more shameless than I am.”
At these words, Duan Yanxing’s arms tightened around Chi Mu. For a moment, the young man’s words gave him pause.
It was true—in the past, he had been despicable, even resorting to various schemes to keep her by his side.
But now, fate had given him a second chance. All he wanted was to make it up to her a thousandfold.
But…
How did he know?
“What’s wrong? Did I hit a nerve? Feeling ashamed?” Seeing the complex emotions flicker across Duan Yanxing’s face, the young man sneered and taunted him again.
At that moment, a dangerous glint flashed in Duan Yanxing’s narrowed eyes. He looked down at the young man before him, then gently placed the girl in his arms onto a nearby sofa. “Wanwan, be good. Close your eyes and wait for me. I’ll be back soon.”
“Mm~” Chi Mu was very obedient. She let out a soft murmur before curling up on the sofa, her entire body limp and weak.
The man’s gentle gaze was replaced by a chilling coldness in his eyes. “Since you’re in such a hurry to die, I don’t mind sending you to the afterlife right now.”
As he spoke, Duan Yanxing bent down, grabbed Lin Xi by the throat, and lifted him forcefully.
A bloodthirsty glimmer flickered in his eyes as his thin lips parted slightly. “But you might scare my Wanwan. I don’t want her to wake up and see your corpse. What do you think I should do?”
As he spoke, an aura of brutality, like a devil from hell, washed over the young man, startling him into widening his eyes.
His neck felt as though it were about to snap. Gasping for air with difficulty, he struggled to speak calmly. “Duan Yanxing, I told you… if you have the guts, let’s compete fairly. Using… such… underhanded methods… what kind of man are you?”
No sooner had he finished speaking than the young man was slammed heavily to the ground. His head struck the floor with a sharp thud, sending waves of pain throughout his body. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth as he collapsed in a disheveled heap.The man’s leather shoe ground mercilessly against the boy’s delicate face. Looking down at him, he sneered, “Competition? You’re just a brat who hasn’t even grown hair yet. You think you’re worthy?”
The boy curled up in pain. After coughing a few times, he stubbornly gritted his teeth, enduring the agony as he argued back, “What gives you the right to monopolize her? She’s never said she likes you. Your methods are probably even more despicable than mine. If I’m not worthy, does that mean you are?”
“Stubborn to the end!” The man kicked him hard in the face several more times, making him grimace in pain. This thing really wasn’t worthy of being called an opponent!
“Go, call a few brothers to teach him a lesson!” Duan Yanxing looked down disdainfully at the boy lying on the ground, barely breathing, and coldly ordered Baihu beside him.
He couldn’t be bothered wasting words on such a stupid brat. After all, this so-called rival was a full ten years younger than him. In his eyes, crushing him was easier than crushing an ant.
But he didn’t want to repeat the mistakes he’d made in the past. Without Wanwan’s consent, he wouldn’t take anyone around her life—that was Duan Yanxing’s principle.
His little princess’s feelings were the most important. Everyone else could be dealt with at any time.
Baihu immediately obeyed, dragging the barely breathing boy toward the basement.
What awaited him would be brutal torture.
Meanwhile, Duan Yanxing lowered his gaze, picked up Chi Mu, who had already fallen into a deep sleep on the sofa, and walked out.
At the entrance, the black extended Rolls-Royce Phantom was already parked there. The black-clad subordinates, seeing the man approaching, immediately bowed respectfully. “Master Duan.”
The car door opened, and the man carried the fragile girl in his arms into the car. She seemed terrified, shrinking further into his embrace, her small hands clutching his shirt tightly.
A cool breeze swept through, making her already delicate skin appear even paler.
“Close the windows,” the man ordered the driver.
“Yes.”
Seeing the driver pull up the partition, Duan Yanxing wrapped the girl in his coat and held her close. He gently patted her back. “Be good, don’t be afraid. It’s all over now.”
“Mmm~ It’s hot here. I don’t want to wear it,” the girl mumbled, reaching out to pull off the coat, but the man stopped her.
Seeing she couldn’t win the struggle, she buried her face pitifully against his chest, her coquettish demeanor resembling a lazy kitten.
She struggled weakly, trying to shake off the coat, but the more she did so, the more the man pitied her, feeling as though she were a wounded little creature in need of his protection and care.
“Wanwan, be good. It’s cold at night. You need to wear it,” he patiently explained.
“No, no, I don’t need to wear it. I don’t need to wear it.”
As she spoke, her voice choked with sobs, as if she had suffered a great injustice, and she burrowed even deeper into Duan Yanxing’s embrace.
Under the influence of the drug, the girl seemed like a different person—exceptionally delicate and fussy. Her little antics left the man both amused and exasperated, unable to bring himself to raise his voice at her.
“You must. Only good little girls wear coats.” Seeing Chi Mu’s adorable, spoiled expression, he continued to coax her softly, treating her as if she were a little girl.
Hearing this, the girl suddenly looked up. Tilting her head, she gazed at him with clear eyes for a moment before saying, “Then you’re not a good boy.”After saying this, she even extended her slender fingertip to poke his firm chest.
“Your clothes aren’t properly worn here, you’re not being good.” After speaking, her small mouth pouted, looking as if she were about to cry: “Wuwuwu, you’re not good, you’re not obedient. No little red flower for you today, you’ll have to be fined, hmph.”
Even while drunk, Chi Mu still remembered the reward and punishment system of Mugui Theater, trying so hard to be a good boss—it truly left Duan Yanxing both amused and exasperated.