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Seeing Feiyan in such a state, a flash of ruthless killing intent passed through Li Yanci’s eyes. He strode toward her, removing his coat as he walked and draping it over her body. Then, he moved behind her and began untying the ropes.
The sight of the raw wounds on her wrists and the bloodstains on the bindings made his breath hitch.
Li Yanci said nothing but his expression terrifyingly dark.
Feiyan remained seated, unmoving, then suddenly laughed.
“What are you laughing at?” Li Yanci asked, concerned by her unstable demeanor. “Did he… go inside?”
If that bastard had truly—
A suffocating pressure tightened in his chest. He had arrived too late. If that kidnapper had dared to lay a finger on her, he wouldn’t hesitate to slaughter every one of them.
Now freed, Feiyan turned to face Li Yanci, her beautiful eyes filled with mockery. “Whether he went in or not—don’t you already know?”
Li Yanci frowned at Feiyan’s expression. “Let’s go to the hospital.”
But Feiyan abruptly shook off his hand and, catching him off guard, slapped him again, her face full of disgust as she spat, “How despicable.”
Just as Xi Lin walked in from outside, he heard the sharp sound of the slap, followed by those words. He rubbed his nose.
See? What did he say?
Whether Young Master Li was despicable or not—it really wasn’t up to Young Master Li himself to decide.
Having been slapped twice in the same day, Li Yanci’s expression darkened, but he quickly understood. “You think I arranged all this?”
Feiyan let out a cold laugh. “Didn’t you? A heroic rescue? Such a clumsy, laughable trick—do you really think I’d fall to my knees in gratitude?”
She glared at him, her voice icy. “Let me make this clear—I will never be with you in this lifetime. So, you’d better give up now.”
Feiyan finished speaking and ran out.
Li Yanci stood rooted in place, watching her resolute retreating figure. As her words echoed in his mind, fury surged through him—so intense that he overturned a nearby rusted shredder with a violent crash.
Well, well. Looks like the “heroic rescue” plan backfired spectacularly.
Xi Lin had known all along—that Miss Feiyan had a spine. She was no docile canary, and there was no way she’d obediently submit to Young Master Li.
He stepped closer cautiously. “Young Master Li, what should we do now…?”
Suddenly, Li Yanci laughed.
Even Xi Lin, who had followed him for years, sometimes couldn’t decipher his master’s thoughts. “Young Master Li… are you alright?”
Don’t tell me that slap from Miss Feiyan knocked something loose in his head!
Li Yanci tugged at his collar, revealing his sharp collarbone. “Do you know what this means?”
“I don’t.” Xi Lin was clueless. “Please enlighten me, Young Master Li.”
Li Yanci’s Adam’s apple bobbed, a trace of smugness flashing in his eyes. “It means that bastard didn’t lay a finger on her. I’m still the only man she’s ever had.”
And that’s something to brag about?
“Young Master Li, if… just… something happened today, and Miss Feiyan was really… what would you have done?”
Li Yanci’s expression darkened for a split second before he scoffed. “Even if that were the case, I’d still want her. Besides—it wouldn’t have been her fault.”
Tsk! The usually ruthless Young Master Li suddenly turning righteous?
Xi Lin had never seen his master so fixated on a woman before. This was the same man who once threatened to gouge out a maid’s eyes just for batting her lashes at him. And now? He’d been slapped twice in a row—yet he wasn’t even angry.
Could it be that Young Master Li is the legendary “love fool”?
He’d just taken two slaps—hard ones at that!
And the key point was, Young Master Li wasn’t even officially in a relationship yet. If he really fell in love someday… Xi Lin didn’t dare imagine the chaos.
“Wait, what kind of nonsense question was that?” Li Yanci shot Xi Lin a disdainful look. “As long as I’m here, nothing like that will ever happen to her.”
“My mistake.” Xi Lin rubbed his nose, then suddenly straightened, his tone turning serious. “Young Master Li, this is the work of the Centipede Syndicate.”
Li Yanci’s expression darkened. He glanced down and saw the centipede tattoo on the back of the unconscious kidnapper’s hand. The Centipede Syndicate was an infamous international criminal organization, primarily dealing in drug trafficking, with assassination as a side business.
But right now, the real issue was that this worthless scum had dared to lay hands on his woman—and because of him, Li Yanci had ended up with another slap from Feiyan.
“Find out who’s behind this,” Li Yanci ordered coldly, striding past the captives. “If a man with a toothpick between his legs dares to touch what’s mine, then he doesn’t deserve to be a man anymore.”
Toothpick? (crude insult mocking the kidnapper’s manhood)
Damn, Young Master Li’s insults are next-level vicious.