Chapter 9 The Sense of Security Entrusted by Others.

Jiang Wansheng’s five senses detached and awakened again, her heart pounding.

Amidst the collective gasp around her, she trembled, slowly raising her eyes.

A thin layer of black shirt, partially unbuttoned at the collar, revealed a fluent neck line and cold, sharp collarbones, exuding a striking impact.

Looking up, there was a taut jawline and thin lips with beautiful lip lines.

A prominent nose bridge, and those deep eyes that were currently fixed on her.

His brows furrowed, looking at her seriously, as if checking if she was scared.

Then, he slightly lifted his chin, and his black eyes turned towards the group of people who were already dumbfounded, his pupils devoid of emotion, as if looking at dead people.

“You’re quite bold.” His voice was like wrapped in ice blades, hanging over everyone’s heads, “Just didn’t consider the consequences.”

His gaze fell on one person, “Like playing with throwing bottles?”

The one who had just acted, Gao Jia, was now trembling like chaff, unable to speak properly, “N-no, I didn’t. I dare not, really dare not.”

No one present dared to speak, now the man holding the girl, wearing the double snake-tailed ring representing the Third Master of the Qin Family on his hand.

Who would have thought that this was the person protected by Third Master Qin.

They were now regretting their actions, like plucking hairs from a tiger.

In the room stood five or six black-clad bodyguards, looking fierce and menacing.

Qin Mo embraced the person with his left hand and gestured towards the person behind him with his right hand.

Lin Tang quickly understood, brought three bottles of brandy, all new and unopened.

“Why wouldn’t you dare.” His tone was casual, speaking slowly, Gao Jia was like a fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.

His cold, slender fingers moved among the three bottles of liquor, bones slightly shifting, and he chose the one on the left.

Grasping the bottle neck, he lifted it.

Two bodyguards came forward and restrained Gao Jia, one on each side, pressing him firmly against the wall. The people around quickly moved away, afraid of being implicated.

Gao Jia seemed to realize what Qin Mo was about to do, his pupils trembling, legs weak, “Third Master, I really dare not. I was confused, I was wrong, spare me, spare me…”

Before he could finish, Qin Mo swiftly swung his hand.

“Ah—” a piercing scream pierced the eerie silence at that moment.

Qin Mo clearly felt the girl in his arms stiffen, he raised his hand to pat her back, whispering softly, “Don’t be afraid, no one will die.”

Warm breath sprayed out, his tone seductive, like the whisper of a demon.

But Jiang Wansheng knew he was venting for her, and besides, if Third Master Qin hadn’t pulled her away from that bottle just now, the heavy bottle, she would have been either dead or injured.

Now, what Gao Jia was enduring was all his own doing, she wouldn’t interfere with Qin Mo’s actions.

Qin Mo felt the girl relax in his arms and turned his gaze back to Gao Jia.

The bottle exploded against his left ear, splashing him with liquor and shards flying straight, cutting his cheek and arm.

Everyone present understood that this was Third Master Qin deliberately torturing, no one dared to say anything, just experiencing firsthand the ruthlessness of Third Master Qin as rumored.

Gao Jia was so frightened that his whole body went limp, lips pale, unable to say anything except “I was wrong, I won’t do it again.”

Qin Mo remained expressionless, calmly picked up the second bottle, and with precise force, struck.

“Crack—” it exploded above Gao Jia’s head, liquor pouring down, the densely packed wounds now burning fiercely.

“One last.” Qin Mo’s emotionless voice sounded again.

And this time, it was no longer a tickling through the boots, nor did it give anyone a chance to react, swiftly and fiercely smashing towards Gao Jia’s abdomen.

Everyone was shocked, Gao Jia sat down in a sorry state, clutching his abdomen, unable to even make a sound.

After dealing with Gao Jia, Qin Mo turned to Li Xinian, who was standing in the corner trying to minimize his presence, “Go back to school on your own, need me to help you?”

Li Xinian waved his hands repeatedly, sobered up by the scare, “No need, no need.”

Jiang Wansheng had been nestled in Qin Mo’s arms from start to finish, separated by a thin shirt, feeling the warmth of the man’s chest clearly.

Every time he spoke, she could feel the vibration of his chest, and every movement she could feel the strength of his muscles.

He vented for her in an absolutely tough manner, supporting her.

It was a sense of security she had never experienced before, being entrusted by someone.

Strange, yet comforting enough to make her want to cry.

Qin Mo held her and turned around, his deep voice gently falling, “Call the police, send everyone in.”

Ignoring the terrified expressions of the people behind, he was about to pull Jiang Wansheng away.

Jiang Wansheng shyly emerged from his embrace, about to take a step when a sharp pain shot through her left ankle.

She hadn’t felt it while standing, but now it hurt badly when she moved.

Qin Mo noticed her discomfort and followed her gaze.

There was a shocking scar on her fair ankle, with fresh blood seeping into her white socks, staining them red.

Qin Mo’s eyelid twitched, and he directly lifted her up forcefully, striding out.

“Lin Tang, drive to the hospital.”

Jiang Wansheng hadn’t reacted yet and was already being held in his arms, Qin Mo’s steps were large but steady.

But this was the first time she had been princess-carried, and she didn’t know where to put her hands.

“I can actually walk by myself.” She felt uneasy.

Qin Mo ignored her, just lifted the arm supporting her body upwards, bringing her closer to his neck.

“Hold on tight.”

She hesitated to move.

Suddenly, Qin Mo relaxed his grip, the feeling of weightlessness made her instinctively cling tightly to his neck, burying her head.

“If you don’t hold on tight, you might fall.”

Jiang Wansheng dared to be angry but not to speak.

Feeling the warm breath on her neck, the warmth and fragrance in his arms, he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

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Qin Mo took her to the hospital, luckily the wound was long but not deep, just needed cleaning and disinfection.

It was already ten o’clock when they left the hospital, she had informed her roommate of her safety while getting bandaged, and now Qin Mo was taking her back to school.

Jiang Wansheng sat quietly next to Qin Mo, feeling apologetic, “Uncle, I’m sorry to trouble you again today.”

“But, why were you there today?” and so timely.

“Just passing by, you didn’t lock the door.” Qin Mo’s voice was calm, tinged with the night’s chill.

Lin Tang, driving in front, struggled to suppress the surge in his heart.

Clearly, you saw someone entering the bar alone from the French windows on the third floor, looking pale, and specially came down to find them.

“Don’t handle such things alone in the future. Although you have a sense of protection, you underestimate the evil in human nature.”

Qin Mo’s cold and stern face turned, although the carriage was dim, his features were blurred, but his sharp black eyes still gave a palpable sense of pressure.

“I understand, I won’t do it again next time.” She really hadn’t expected someone to impulsively throw a bottle at her.

Leaning back in his seat, he lazily toyed with his right pinky finger, looking tired.

The carriage was quiet for a few seconds, then he suddenly spoke, “Your stepmother isn’t good to you?”

She was stunned for a few seconds, then understood that he must have heard the conversation in the private room just now.

“It’s okay.” After all, there was no abuse.

“Is it okay for a girl to take care of an unrelated alcoholic brother alone at night?” Qin Mo sneered lightly, “You have a good temper.”

“No, I was also very angry.” Jiang Wansheng blinked her watery eyes, “But you helped me vent, didn’t you.”

A smile hung on the girl’s lovely face, looking at him with clear eyes.

Qin Mo stared at her for a few seconds, silent.

Jiang Wansheng felt a bit flustered under his gaze, “What’s wrong?”

“Jiang Wansheng.” Qin Mo’s cold voice rang out.

“If you feel wronged, you can cry.”