Just as Yamamoto Yu’s hand was about to touch Ji Wei, she reached out and pushed his hand away, picked up the vase on the coffee table beside her, and held it in front of her as a threat, "Dirty old man, don’t touch me!"
Yamamoto Yu was jolted back to his senses by Ji Wei’s actions, finally realizing what he had almost lost control and done.
Although the woman in front of him resembled Wanfei a lot, she was ultimately not Wanfei.
Yamamoto Yu looked apologetically at Ji Wei, forcing a smile as he said, "I’m sorry, I was unintentional just now, it’s just that you look so much like that old acquaintance, I couldn’t help myself..."
Couldn’t help yourself?
Ji Wei’s brow furrowed even tighter, still cautious in her eyes, "Mr. Yamamoto, please respect yourself, if you dare to lay a hand on me again, don’t blame me for being unkind!" She waved the vase in her hand sternly.
"Alright, alright, don’t worry, I definitely won’t." Yamamoto Yu promptly agreed, his attitude cautious, afraid that she would really get angry.
However, Ji Wei didn’t dare to relax her vigilance, still holding the vase tightly in her hand.
There was always something strange about Yamamoto Yu’s behavior, and she decided not to waste any more time with him, so she said coldly, "Mr. Yamamoto, thank you for your kindness. However, I’m not comfortable staying here, so I’ll return to my apartment first."
After saying this, she didn’t wait for Yamamoto Yu to react and started to walk outside.
"Are you really leaving?" Yamamoto Yu asked in surprise, quickly following her.
Not leaving, am I supposed to wait to be harassed by this dirty old man?
However, Ji Wei didn’t voice her inner ridicule, merely turned back with a cold attitude and said, "Mr. Yamamoto said I could leave anytime, you wouldn’t want to go back on your word, would you?"
Yamamoto Yu’s expression stiffened, indeed it was what he had said himself, and it couldn’t be taken back.
Seeing Yamamoto Yu at a loss for words, Ji Wei turned and left.
Yamamoto Yu came back to his senses and shouted at her, "Are you not planning to meet Mr. Gu?"
Ji Wei paused, turned back and smiled coldly, "Would you let me see him?"
"As long as you stay here until the evening and go with me to the underground boxing arena, I will naturally keep my promise to let you see him." Yamamoto Yu said gloomily.
Ji Wei hesitated for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "Sorry, I quarreled with him, and we’re in a cold war now, I don’t want to see him."
After speaking, she turned around without looking back.
Yamamoto Yu was trying every way to deceive her into staying, definitely with impure motives, she’d be a fool to stay longer!
Yamamoto Yu’s face looked a bit unpleasant, and Beichuan behind him could feel the gloomy aura emitting from him.
In Tokyo, there was nothing Mr. Yamamoto couldn’t obtain. Because anything he couldn’t get, he destroyed. This woman would be no exception.
As expected, Yamamoto Yu’s voice drifted into the air, "Beichuan, don’t let her leave here by a single step, you know what to do." Thɪs chapter is updated by N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
Beichuan understood tacitly, signaling to two men in black, who quickly followed.
"What are you doing? Get out of the way!"
Ji Wei had just stepped out of the living room when the men brought by Beichuan blocked her path.
Beichuan signaled the men in black, and before Ji Wei understood what was happening, she suddenly felt an arm swiftly reach over and cover her mouth and nose.
A feeling of congestion surged into her chest, and her head started to spin. Ji Wei desperately tried to push that hand away, but another man in black came up to help, firmly restraining her.
Ji Wei struggled a few times, her head growing heavier, and finally, unable to lift her eyelids, she softly fell down...