Zhao Tai’s drool was practically flowing, his gaze wishing he could strip Gu Chen bare on the spot.
While speaking, he actually reached out without a fear of death, wanting to touch Gu Chen’s face.
Gu Chen’s heart surged with rage.
If it were before, a piece of trash like this daring to reach out in front of him—his hand would have been broken long ago.
Driven by instinct, Gu Chen raised his hand and slapped toward him.
“Get lost!”
However, the crisp slap sound he imagined didn’t ring out.
He forgot—his current body was a level-one invalid.
This slap swung out, soft and limp—not only without deterrence, but easily caught by Zhao Tai at the wrist.
“Ouch, the beauty has quite a temper? I just love this kind of feisty little pepper!”
Zhao Tai smiled sleazily.
Disgusting.
Nausea rushed straight to the top of his head.
“Let go!” Gu Chen pulled hard, but it didn’t budge an inch, anxiety turning the tails of his eyes red.
A tiger fallen to the plains, bullied by dogs.
In his life as Gu Chen, when had he ever suffered this kind of crap?!
Just then.
Crack.
A crisp bone-cracking sound rang out.
“Ah—!!”
Zhao Tai let out a pig-slaughtering scream, his whole body instantly twisting, and he thudded to his knees on the ground.
Qin Hongyi had made her move at some point.
She single-handedly gripped the hand Zhao Tai had used to touch Gu Chen, expressionlessly twisting it in the opposite direction.
That hand presented a bizarre twisted angle.
The whole scene fell dead silent.
Qin Hongyi didn’t even glance at Zhao Tai, taking a wet towel from the waiter’s tray, slowly wiping Gu Chen’s wrist that had been touched by Zhao Tai.
Once, twice, three times.
As if it had been contaminated with some bacteria.
Until Gu Chen’s skin was rubbed red, she stopped.
“Who gave you the guts to touch my things?”
Qin Hongyi’s voice clearly spread throughout the venue.
She casually tossed the towel onto Zhao Tai’s face, her gaze阴鸷 sweeping around, finally fixing on those men itching to make a move.
“If you damage my toy, even compensating with your whole family’s lives wouldn’t be enough.”
Domineering.
Crazy.
Protective.
The rich second generations present instantly fell silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to breathe loudly.
This lunatic Qin Hongyi, for a plaything, actually publicly crippled Young Master Zhao’s hand!
Gu Chen looked at Qin Hongyi blocking in front of him, his mood complicated to the extreme.
Satisfying?
Seeing Zhao Tai scream was indeed satisfying.
But he knew better—Qin Hongyi wasn’t saving him, but guarding her food.
In her eyes, he was just a private item.
Like her Hermès bag, or that room full of limited-edition figures.
The farce ended, and no one dared approach within three meters of Gu Chen anymore.
Qin Hongyi seemed to lose interest, pulling Gu Chen toward the rest area in the corner.
Just as the two passed by Su Rou.
Gu Chen felt a gaze.
He instinctively turned his head.
Their eyes met.
Su Rou’s wine glass clattered to the ground, red wine splashing her skirt hem.
She didn’t bother wiping it, staring fixedly at Gu Chen’s eyes filled with humiliation and rage, yet arrogant to the bone.
That look…
Too similar.
Even if this face was stunningly glamorous, even if the body had become a woman’s, that arrogance and fury etched deep in the soul—Su Rou would never mistake it in her life.
That was Gu Chen.
“You…”
Su Rou trembled as she reached out, wanting to grab Gu Chen’s skirt hem, her voice shaking:
“Your eyes…”
Qin Hongyi’s gaze sharpened.
She keenly smelled the dangerous scent in the air, and the hope igniting in Gu Chen’s eyes in that instant.
Want to reunite?
Dream on.
Qin Hongyi fiercely yanked Gu Chen behind her, blocking Su Rou’s line of sight.
She coldly glanced at Su Rou, her tone mocking:
“Miss Su, my condolences. Staring at my female companion—can that bring your dead ghost fiancé back to life?”
With that, not giving Su Rou any chance to react, Qin Hongyi directly dragged Gu Chen away from the banquet hall in big strides.
Without even a perfunctory farewell, she stuffed him straight into that stretched Lincoln.
“Drive! Back to the villa!”
Qin Hongyi’s face was terribly阴沉.
The air pressure in the car dropped to the extreme.
Gu Chen tumbled into the seat, palms full of sweat.
Did Su Rou recognize him?
Even if just a moment of doubt, it was a spark!
As long as Su Rou suspected, she would investigate…
Suddenly, his chin was ruthlessly gripped by an icy hand.
Qin Hongyi closed in on him, madness surging in her eyes—that was the precursor to an eruption after her bottom line was touched.
“Gu Qingcheng, looks like I’ve been too merciful to you.”
“That look—you were seeking help from her?”
“I don’t like it.”
She took out a black velvet blindfold from the hidden compartment under the car seat, roughly putting it on Gu Chen’s face, covering those eyes that only attracted trouble.
The world instantly plunged into darkness.
Gu Chen heard the sound of metal buckling.
“Since these eyes aren’t obedient, cover them up.”
Qin Hongyi’s voice whispered in his ear:
“Looks like a simple cage can’t hold you anymore. This time back, I’ll hide you in a place no one can find…”
“Like, my underground vault?”
Underground vault?
That was a true dead end, impossible to escape even with wings.
The car suddenly accelerated, the push-back sensation assaulting.
Gu Chen clenched his fists in the darkness.
Su Rou’s look just now was his only bargaining chip.
As long as Su Rou suspected, she would investigate.
Darkness amplified fear, and also amplified senses.
Gu Chen sank into the leather seat, the black velvet blindfold stripping his vision, but his hearing directly went into overdrive.
Outside the window, the rain grew louder, pattering on the car roof.
And the hiss of tires rolling over puddles, the engine roaring, Qin Hongyi’s slightly rapid breathing beside him.
“Still reminiscing about Su Rou’s look?”
Qin Hongyi’s fingertip slid down Gu Chen’s cheek, stopping at where his Adam’s apple used to be.
Her nail lightly scraped, arousing goosebumps all over Gu Chen.
“Don’t dream, Gu Qingcheng.” Her tone was sinister. “Su Rou, that silly sweet thing—even after you were dead for three days, she didn’t notice it was a fake corpse. Counting on her to save you? Unless she learns to summon souls.”
Gu Chen pursed his lips, his body instinctively shrinking from the touch, but in his heart, he sneered coldly.
Su Rou was indeed naive, but the old fox behind the Su family, Old Master Su, wasn’t one to be trifled with.
As long as there was the slightest seed of doubt…
Screech—!!
The piercing brake sound instantly tore through the rainy night.
Followed by a bang of enormous impact, the entire stretched Lincoln like being viciously kicked in the waist by some tokusatsu giant, the huge centrifugal force directly flinging Gu Chen out.
“Uh!”
The expected pain didn’t come—he crashed into an embrace carrying a cold, sharp fragrance.
Qin Hongyi single-handedly protected his head, her other hand gripping the armrest tightly—this woman’s core strength was ridiculously strong.
Bang! Bang!
The bulletproof glass shattered into spiderweb cracks.
Gunshots.
Not the random spray of gang fights—these were professional single shots with silencers, aimed at the forehead.
“Miss! Front and back are blocked! It’s heavy trucks!”
The front driver’s terrified roar had just started when it was cut off by a short scream, the smell of blood instantly seeping through the partition.
The driver got his lunch box.
Gu Chen’s heart pounded wildly—this body’s adrenaline levels were pitifully low, panic easily overwhelming reason.
He wanted to scream, wanted to curl up, even shamefully wanted to cry.
Fuck! This damn body is such a coward!
Gu Chen ruthlessly bit his tongue tip, the rusty pain forcibly suppressing that urge to cry.
His mind instantly cleared.
Blocked front and chased back, side impact, pinpoint sniper on the driver.
This was the signature kill setup of the Black Kui Mercenary Group!
Three years ago, Gu Chen personally spent a fortune hiring these mad dogs to handle an overseas kidnapping case.
He knew these guys’ habits inside out.
Qin Hongyi kicked open the car door, heavy rain instantly pouring in.
“Stay put and don’t move!”
She shoved Gu Chen back into the seat, backhand pulling a silver compact pistol from under her skirt hem, her gaze ruthless like a ghost.
This crazy bitch wants to go head-on?
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