The truck was driven by two henchmen to lure the men in black away, so they were temporarily safe.
Ye Cheng silently lowered his head, clutching the white jar tightly in his hands, his expression somewhat sorrowful.
"Don’t be too upset, Old Ye," Xi Nanfeng said, unsure how to comfort someone, and could only pat his brother’s shoulder.
The two waited only a short while before they saw the off-road vehicle appear.
Gu Moqian and Ji Wei got out of the car together.
Then came Qin Sixue and Zimei.
With teary eyes, Qin Sixue rushed toward Xi Nanfeng, throwing herself into his arms without hesitation. "Brother Nanfeng, I’m so glad you’re okay!"
The woman was snotty and tear-streaked, clinging tightly to him and refusing to let go. Xi Nanfeng pretended to push her away in annoyance. "I’m not dead, what are you crying about?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Sixue started crying even harder, even using Xi Nanfeng’s suit jacket to blow her nose.
"You!" Xi Nanfeng’s head throbbed in pain.
"I was so worried about you!" Qin Sixue clutched Xi Nanfeng’s waist tightly with both hands, refusing to let go no matter what.
Huh, why did Brother Nanfeng’s suit feel so bulky? What was stuffed inside?
The woman’s small hands roamed around his waist. Xi Nanfeng’s body tensed, his Adam’s apple subtly bobbing.
Damn it, just being touched got a reaction – was his body that useless?
Before things spiraled out of control, he quickly grabbed her restless hands. "Don’t move! I have a bomb strapped to me."
Qin Sixue stared at him in a daze. A few seconds later, she pouted slightly in a mix of shyness and disbelief. "Brother Nanfeng, you’re joking, right? But this joke isn’t funny at all."
Xi Nanfeng suddenly broke into a cryptic, enigmatic smile. Then he took action to prove he was absolutely not joking.
"See clearly now?" Xi Nanfeng lifted the hem of his blazer, raising an eyebrow smugly.
Qin Sixue’s mouth fell open in shock.
Underneath the blazer, a jaw-dropping array of bombs was neatly arranged in a row, looking exactly like something out of a war movie!
Qin Sixue’s fair, delicate face turned completely pale. She stepped back several paces, pointing at Xi Nanfeng and shouting, "You—You, take that bomb off now!"
How could something so dangerous be strapped to him? This was insane!
Just the thought of hugging this man with a bomb strapped to his body moments earlier nearly scared Qin Sixue into fainting.
But Xi Nanfeng, as if reveling in the prank, deliberately stepped closer to her. Qin Sixue shut her eyes and screamed, "Brother Nanfeng, don’t come any closer! Don’t come closer!"
"Weren’t you holding on to me so tightly just now? I’m giving you the chance to hug me now—don’t miss it!" Xi Nanfeng gloated mischievously.
Off to the side, Ji Wei, unable to stand Xi Nanfeng’s cruel sense of humor, walked over to comfort and hug Qin Sixue. She said seriously, "Second Young Master Xi, put that prop of yours away already. Miss Qin is genuinely terrified."
Qin Sixue lifted her head from Ji Wei’s shoulder, blinking in confusion. Googlᴇ search n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
Brother Nanfeng’s bomb... was just a prop?
Hearing this, Xi Nanfeng was clearly displeased and protested to Gu Moqian, "Old Mo, control your wife, would you? She’s got no sense of humor. I was just trying to ease everyone’s tension, you know!"
"I don’t think pranking people is funny," Ji Wei said, her expression still stern.
Xi Nanfeng glanced at Qin Sixue’s reddened eyes and... well... maybe he had gone a little overboard. Silently, he unstrapped the fake bomb from his body and tossed it to the ground.
"How did you figure out it was a prop?" Xi Nanfeng kicked the ’bomb’ on the ground, puzzled.
Even Yamamoto Yu had been completely fooled.