Listening to Cheng Lie’s suddenly softened tone and watching him cautiously wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes.
The boy’s fingertip was slightly warm, gliding over her eyes, carrying a searing heat.
Yun Shifei was a bit stunned, with tears still hanging on her face, but the sadness had already dissipated. She blankly stared at Cheng Lie.
As if she couldn’t understand why he had been questioning her earlier, yet now was wiping away her tears.
Seeing her , Cheng Lie couldn’t help but chuckle, but there was also a pang of heartache.
Had he been too harsh on her earlier? Look at how scared he had made her.
"Are you two here to indulge in your romance? Do you even have me in your sights?" Qin Yumo was furious. Seeing the pair so close, his anger swelled.
She behaved so sweetly in front of this man, obediently letting him wipe her tears.
But to him? She was like a feral little cat, claws out, even if her strength was just for show, still making a point to demonstrate her dislike.
Who wouldn’t feel hurt by this?
Cheng Lie snapped back to reality and turned to Yun Shifei: "If you’re not willing to look, then wait outside."
Yun Shifei shook her head: "I’m not scared."
Hearing this, Cheng Lie reached out and ruffled her hair lightly before stepping toward Qin Yumo.
Qin Yumo watched as Cheng Lie approached him step by step.
This was the boy he hadn’t paid much attention to during their last encounter, supposedly brought here by his uncle. Word had it that he was quite impressive; otherwise, his uncle wouldn’t hold him in such high regard and bring him along.
Looking closely now, he had to admit the guy was pretty handsome—it wasn’t surprising that Yun Shifei liked him.
However, his expression was too cold, with a hint of menace.
Soon, he stood right in front of him.
Qin Yumo’s lips curled into a smirk: "What, hoping to hit me?"
Even if his uncle favored this guy, if he dared to hit him? He would have to be tired of living.
But in the next moment, Qin Yumo got a slap to the face.
All he felt was a sudden gust of wind sweeping past, then his face being struck so hard that it turned to the side.
Staggering two steps back before he could steady himself, he clutched his left cheek as waves of pain rolled in.
Instantly enraged, his gaze turned even sharper than Cheng Lie’s.
"You dare hit me? I’ll make sure you don’t leave this place!"
Saying that, Qin Yumo lunged forward to hit Cheng Lie.
Yun Shifei worried that Cheng Lie might get beaten down by Qin Yumo. After all, Cheng Lie had always stayed at home these past years, rarely active or trained. Whereas Qin Yumo looked like the type to fight often during school days.
Should she step in and help?
Yun Shifei gripped the knife tightly in her hand.
But as it turned out, she was overthinking things—Cheng Lie proved surprisingly quick, dodging Qin Yumo’s attack with ease.
He countered by grabbing Qin Yumo’s arm, twisting it, and kicking it with his leg.
There was a loud thud as Qin Yumo was forced down onto the floor by Cheng Lie.
Searing pain shot through his arm.
"Mr. Qin!" Two women standing nearby screamed in terror, their faces pale.
Zhao Pan looked visibly distressed, glancing at Qin Chi Jin: "Fourth Master, what... what do we do now?"
Qin Chi Jin sighed deeply, feeling a headache coming on. He waved his hand: "This matter is beyond resolution now; let it be."
What could he do? Even he felt Qin Yumo deserved this. The kid could play all he wanted, chase after fun-loving women, and he wouldn’t say a word. But to target a sweet and obedient girl—the one Cheng Lie liked—was akin to pulling hairs from a tiger’s head.
He needed to have a talk with his older brother later. Things couldn’t keep going on ; they were heading to a dead end.
After teaching Qin Yumo a lesson, Cheng Lie took Yun Shifei by the hand and left.
But Qin Yumo didn’t seem angry anymore. He went from kneeling on the ground to sitting there in a dazed state.
He seemed lost, as though he didn’t know what he was doing at the moment.
The calculating gleam that usually danced in those peach-blossom eyes of his had been replaced by emptiness.
He simply couldn’t comprehend how he had become someone else’s defeat.
He had never been so humiliated before, pinned to the ground and beaten by another man.
And in front of so many women, no less.
To him, the blow was immense.
The two hostess girls who had been trembling in the corner stepped forward to help Qin Yumo up after watching Cheng Lie leave.
"Get lost!" Qin Yumo barked coldly.
Terrified, the two women ran away immediately.
What had once been a lively and joyful scene now turned dismal and mournful.
After some time, Qin Yumo started to recover, lifting his eyes to glare at the pair standing not far away—his uncle and his servant, who looked as if they were watching a show.
Grinding his teeth, Qin Yumo sneered: "Uncle, is this how you treat your own nephew?"
He had regarded him as family, but Qin Chi Jin? The man had brought in someone ruthless to deal with him?
Qin Chi Jin shrugged, taking on the air of someone who merely played dead. This way, he couldn’t be blamed. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novel※fire.net
"I’ve told you before—you should rein in your temper. Just because the family indulges you doesn’t mean outsiders will. Well, what do you think? You’ve already been taught a lesson."
Qin Yumo’s chest heaved with anger; he felt his uncle’s words were nothing but nonsense!
It was clearly his uncle’s wrongdoing, yet he refused to admit it, instead pinning the blame on him. As though the beating he received was his own fault.
Meanwhile, Zhao Pan was holding back laughter.
Honestly, when it came to someone capable of handling Qin Yumo in the Qin Family, only Qin Chi Jin could manage.
If Qin Yumo was a sly little fox, Fourth Master was undoubtedly an old fox of a thousand years.
Seeing Qin Yumo nearing a breaking point, Qin Chi Jin figured he shouldn’t escalate things further. Any more trouble and the fallout wouldn’t be easy to manage.
So, Qin Chi Jin cleared his throat: "Get up. Where are you hurt? Should I take you to the hospital?"
Finally sensing some concern for his injuries, Qin Yumo scoffed.
Several moments later, he muttered: "My arm’s dislocated, and I can’t get up."
Qin Chi Jin thought to himself, even dislocated, Qin Yumo managed to hold on for so long. And Cheng Lie... his blows were just as brutal as imagined.
Originally, they thought he might go easy on Qin Yumo out of consideration for his uncle.
But to their surprise...
Qin Chi Jin was reevaluating Zhao Pan’s earlier comment about Cheng Lie being a wolf cub—keeping him close might eventually mean raising something uncontrollable.
Meanwhile, Cheng Lie had escorted Yun Shifei outside the club.
They stood under the bustling city lights, cars streaming by.
At the heart of the city, modernization was on full display. The wealthy were extravagantly wealthy; luxury sports cars were a common sight.
Standing by the roadside, Cheng Lie turned to Yun Shifei: "I’ll take you back to school."
"Okay." Yun Shifei nodded, her head hung low, not daring to face Cheng Lie, like a child guilty of a wrongdoing.
Moments ago, when Cheng Lie had questioned why she hadn’t told him, Yun Shifei had felt aggrieved. But now, she felt a little guilty.
Indeed, why hadn’t she told him?