Translator: _Min
The head guard rushed in, âMadam.â
âSmack!â Mu Qingmeng slammed her cup heavily on the table. âDidnât I instruct you to keep a close eye on the Chen family? What have you been doing? People were kidnapped, and if nothing had happened, how would you explain yourselves?â
âMa-Madam, we didnât expect this,â the head guard struggled with his words. âWho would have thought the Chen family would actually⦠resort to kidnapping?â
Of course, he dared not speak of the real reason.
He hadnât given much thought to Miss Si from Lin, considering that Mu Qingmeng seldom visited there. Perhaps she might even forget about this young lady in the long run.
Why would they go to the trouble of protecting her?
âYouâve made a mistake; thereâs no excuse,â Mu Qingmeng said coldly. âNow, immediately send people to the Chen familyâs location and, in collaboration with the Yu family, seal it off. No one is allowed to leave!â
Though she and Mrs. Chen were born of the same mother, they didnât live together.
She had been raised by her mother, while Mrs. Chen lived with their father.
Their parents had gone through a contentious divorce. Her mother was left with nothing, all the money in the hands of her father, allowing Mrs. Chen to marry into a wealthy family.
It was only in recent years that they reconnected.
At first, Mu Qingmeng cherished the sisterly bond, but her feelings had gradually cooled.
Now, given the Chen familyâs actions against Si Fuqing, she had no sentiment left for them.
She understood Mrs. Chenâs character very well from their few interactions.
Vindictive, petty, and fond of employing despicable methods.
The head guard felt a shudder go through him, and cold sweat broke out. âYes, Madam.â
Mu Qingmeng pressed her temples and then stroked her chest.
The butlerâs expression changed, âMadam, should I call a doctor for you?â
âNo need,â Mu Qingmeng took a few slow breaths and waved her hand. âA few sips of tea will suffice.â
The butler remained somewhat worried.
However, seeing that Mu Qingmengâs complexion noticeably improved after drinking some tea, he finally let go of his concerns.
He pondered for a moment and then took some tea leaves from the kitchenâs
tea jar.
After packaging the leaves, he handed them to a guard, âTake this to the identification department, find out whatâs in it.â
Mu Qingmengâs illness was a matter demanding utmost seriousness.
The guard nodded and departed, saying, âYes.â
The butler then headed to the kitchen to heat up some milk for Mu Qingmeng.
Elsewhere, in Lin City, within the walls of a hospital, Mr. Liu awoke in excruciating pain.
Minutes later, his face twisted in a grotesque grimace.
âDamn wench!â Mr. Liu bellowed, seething with anger. âIf it werenât for the fact that Iâm alone right now, I would have killed you already! How dare you act so boldly!â
At this moment, his thoughts were far removed from love and pleasure; he only wanted Si Fuqing dead.
âHurry, go,â he ordered through gritted teeth, directing his shout toward a figure standing outside the door. âUse my account to hire a team of gold-badge bodyguards from the Great Xia Escort Agencyâs official website. And bring that little wretch from yesterday back to me! I want to see her kneel and beg for mercy!â
âGreat Xia Escort Agency, such a prestigious name,â Si Fuqing sauntered in leisurely. âWould you like me to contact the agencyâs boss for you?â
Mr. Liuâs eyes widened in shock. âHow⦠How are you here? Where are my people? Where are they?â
âYour people?â Si Fuqing bent down slowly. âAs I said, whoever youâre looking for, I can bring them to you.â
Her fingers shot out like lightning, locking onto Mr. Liuâs leg, and she applied force.
Snap!
Mr. Liuâs right leg was dislocated, and he let out a painful scream. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but he refused to yield. âYou dare do this in a hospital? Youâre asking for death!â
No sooner had he spoken than two more snaps rang out. Si Fuqing dislocated both of his arms as well.
She dusted her hands. âBoss, Iâve got the control down pat. Heâs not dead.â
Mr. Liu looked up and was horrified to see a young man sitting in a wheelchair.
âWho the hell are you?!â
He had assumed that he had been brought to the hospital by his own people. What was going on?
Yu Xiheng usually kept a low profile in public; most people had only heard his name but never seen him.
Mr. Liu, having never been to the city of Sijiu, let alone entered the Yu residence, naturally did not recognize him.
âUncle Nine, itâs him!â Yu Tang seized the opportunity to complain. âHe pulled my hair; he wanted to give you a bald niece!â
Feng San twitched a corner of his mouth.
He knew this was a serious moment, but he struggled to contain himself.
âAnd Uncle Nine, he even claimed he was Great Uncle.â Yu Tang was indignant.
âHe wants to trample over you!â
At this, Yu Xiheng looked up, âOh?â
Si Fuqing crossed her arms. âSome people talk nonsense. Look at your ugly face; do you think you share genes with my boss?â
Mr. Liu was so stunned that he forgot to be afraid. âWhat, what are youââ
Suddenly, he shuddered, his realization crashing over him. âNo, no, no, I am certainly not Yu Qishan, I just know him! Know him!â
âSir, if you wonât give face to the monk or the Buddha, you should at least consider the reputation of the Yu family.â
Yu Qishan was the eldest son of the Yu familv and the one most frequentlv accompanying the family patriarch, Old Master Yu, to business functions.
Having often seen him in financial news, Mr. Liu only knew of this one name.
He believed that dropping the name Yu Qishan would make anyone yield, even members of the Yu family themselves.
Si Fuqing arched an eyebrow.
Is Mr. Liu not all there, or did I hit him hard enough to give him a concussion?
Yu Tang was visibly frustrated. âIs he just not listening to me at all?â
Ifshe calls Yu Qishan her âbig uncle,â then isnât it clear who she is?
Si Fuqing nodded, âYou have to be compassionateâsome people automatically tune out if you say more than fifteen words. Theyâre commonly referred to as brain-dead.â
Yu Tang nodded sagely, âThen he should be put to rest sooner rather than later. â
Feng San looked perplexed. â
Miss Si was speaking nonsense again, but doing so with a straight face.
âIâm telling the truth! Really!â Mr. Liu raised both hands, his muscles quivering in fear. âI truly know Mr. Yu Qishan.â
Yu Xiheng remained impassive, his slender fingers lightly tapping together. âThen call him.â
With a scoff, Feng San tossed a cell phone in front ofMr. Liu. âYou said you know Yu Qishan, right? Here, Iâve dialed his number for you. Speak.â
âWhat call!â Mr. Liu struggled, âItâs so early, Mr. Yu Qishan wonât have time for this, you canâtâAh!â
Before he could finish, Feng San pressed his head down so hard it nearly fractured his spine.
His face was now pressed against the phone screen, the display crystal clear.
The screen read:
Calling Yu Qishan.
The call is being connected!