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It was nightfall, and the sky was totally dark. Suddenly, a Range Rover came sliding down the slope with its blinding headlights shining directly into the stone house.
Fu Tianyang subconsciously looked out of the door, but all he could see was the glaring headlight. He could hardly open his eyes.
Screech…
The car came to a sudden halt, and the noise caused by the brakes was so deafening it ripped through the silence of the night.
Then, another car followed behind. The headlights from the cars brightened the surroundings like broad daylight.
Fu Tianyang looked towards the direction of the cars, squinting his eyes against the glaring lights. A great sense of fear suddenly overcame him, causing the syringe to fall from his hand.
Si Yiyan was the first to get out of the car, slamming the door close with great strength.
In the darkness of the night, he looked even colder than before. Gu Yuehan followed closely behind, his back view as sturdy as before. His footsteps were elegant as ever as he walked with heavy steps as if his feet weighed a thousand pounds. Each step he took… represented the sharpness of a sword’s blade. Each step he took… represented the wolve’s determination to kill. Each step he took… represented the cruelty of massacre. And each step he took… represented the bloodiness of a fierce battle.
Fu Tianyang watched as he approached slowly. Step by step, he could feel the intention to kill. His legs turned wobbly and fell to the ground.
Bypassing him, Si Yiyan walked slowly into the stone house and saw a barely conscious Wen Xinya curled up on the ground. His vision then turned towards the syringes, lighter, and white powder on the ground. His pair of eyes turned cold and vicious with rage. He could no longer control his anger.
Xinya!
He crouched down and hugged her with all his might. He held her tightly to his chest as if he would crush her.
It was so tight that Wen Xinya felt difficulty in breathing. She could feel his great strength through his big hands on her waist.
She slowly raised her head, her eyes filled with bewilderment as she looked at her surroundings. Suddenly, she grinned like a child and said,
Hee hee, you guys look weird. You look all the same. One, two, three… So many of you!
Si Yiyan’s remaining dash of hope instantly disappeared. He held her face close to him and said,
Look at me, I’m Si Yiyan, the one and only Si Yiyan.
Wen Xinya shook her head. Her eyebrows were interlocked closely, looking innocent as a child.
Don’t shake your head, you’re making me dizzy…
Alright, I won’t shake my head. Take a good look at me, okay?
Si Yiyan looked at her with dismay.
Wen Xinya looked at him obediently. She then reached out her hands to hold his face, fixing it in front of her eyes and smiled proudly.
Haha, I caught you so that you cannot shake anymore and will not cause me dizziness!
Her crisp, tender voice and innocent expression devoured his sanity bit by bit, like a mulberry leave being consumed by the silkworm one bite at a time. He was like a pile of fuelwood; once lighted, he would burn and destroy everything…
Wen Xinya pushed him away and staggeringly stood up. Forgetting that her legs were bound, she fell back into Si Yiyan arms.
You guys are so naughty… Why did you tie me up? I don’t play SM, don’t try anything funny on me…
Si Yiyan choked on his breath as he gently untied the rope. The bruises inflicted by the rope seemed exceptionally alarming when they were cast against her fair complexion. It ruptured her flawless, delicate skin as blood oozed out drop by drop.
Ninth Young Master, Missy Wen appears to be badly injured. We have to send her to the hospital immediately!
Gu Yuehan had never seen Ninth Young Master so emotional. A sudden chill ran down his spine.
Wait for me outside,
said Si Yiyan in a heavy tone.
Gu Yuehan suddenly had a bad premonition.
Ninth Young Master…
Get out!
Though it was just two simple words coming out from his thin lips, the words were coupled with a frightening consequence if he did not comply.
Gu Yuehan had no choice to but to lead his men out of the stone house.
At this moment, Wen Xinya ran around the stone house waving her arms hysterically. She was like a mental patient howling uncontrollably.
Xia Ruya, in what way am I inferior to you? No matter how much effort I put in, I can never seem to be on par with you. You took my identity, Grandpa, Grandma, and Father. Why can’t you let me off… You even took… Nan away from me…
Ning Shuqian, Wen Yuya, the two of you framed me and tarnished my reputation. You will die a horrible death!
Wen Xinya shrilled mournfully with deep resentment.
Si Yiyan was aware that drugs could cause one to go berserk and even lead to hallucinations. This was exactly what happened to Xinya. It pained him to see her suffering, and he blamed himself for it.
Wen Xinya knelt on the ground abruptly and hugged Si Yiyan’s leg. She pleaded.
Grandpa… I’m sorry. Please forgive me! Please don’t drive me out of the Wen family. Please don’t sever our relationship…
Si Yiyan squatted and hugged her, trying to calm her down.
All of a sudden, Wen Xinya begged sorrowly.
Jingnan, why are you treating me this way? I know I’m not worthy. I’m a drug and alcohol addict and get into fights. I’m a bad girl. But, I promise I’ll change. Please don’t leave me. I beg you, don’t leave me…
She pounced on Si Yiyan and hugged him tightly.
Si Yiyan felt a piercing pain in the wound on his chest, causing his face to turn pale. He touched his chest and felt his palm wet and bloody. He unfolded his hands only to see his hands full of blood.
I want to fly higher into the sky. Higher…
Wen Xinya sang at the top of her voice. She broke free from Si Yiyan and stood outside the stone house and tipped her toes. With her eyes shut, she was deeply immersed in her own world with an innocent touch of joy.
Si Yiyan staggered and slowly crouched down. Picking up a piece of stone with a sharp edge, he dashed towards Fu Tianyang and hit him on his head with it.
With such a heavy impact, fresh blood gushed out from Fu Tianyang’s head.
Ah!
Fu Tianyang screamed in pain and collapsed to the ground.
Ninth Young Master…
Gu Yuehan heard the scream from outside and hurriedly rushed in.
After Si Yiyan threw the bloody stone away, he then took out a white handkerchief to wipe off the blood stains on his hands. Hidden behind this casual and graceful action was an act of ruthlessness that was not explicitly displayed.
I’ve always believed in an eye for an eye. Gu Yuehan, you know what to do, don’t you?
Gu Yuehan replied,
Ninth Young Master, rest assured. I will get it done.
