A man was undoing his belt, his shirt buttons already undone. Qin Huaixin was tied to a chair, her mouth gagged, now lying on the ground, the once sparkling eyes reduced to nothing but fear.
Presumably, the sound just now was her dropping to the ground upon hearing his voice.
Leng Yixing’s eyes were fiercely stung by the scene in front of him, his gaze shifting from Qin Huaixin to the man, utterly ruthless.
The man noticed his presence, turned his head, and sneered disdainfully, "How boring, to be interrupted while doing business with my own woman."
Whether it was the phrase "doing business with my own woman" that provoked Leng Yixing or not, no one saw his movement clearly; in the next second, only a wail was heard, followed by the sight of Leng Yixing crouched on the ground, furiously throwing punches.
"Damn it! Lu Xiao, you bastard! Since when did my woman become your woman? You dare to touch what’s mine, motherfucker, I’ll blast you with a gun!"
Leng Yixing, coming from the military, was known for his ferocious way of fighting. Lu Xiao, being a playboy, was at most into fitness, nowhere near a match for Leng Yixing’s assault, and he began begging for mercy after just a short while.
However, Leng Yixing had no intention of letting him off easily; his punches grew even more brutal at Lu Xiao’s pleas.
No one knew how long the beating lasted until a stern voice came from the doorway: "Enough!"
It was Lu Jinyang’s voice.
Reluctantly, Leng Yixing stopped, but before he did, he sneered, "With that pig head and those skills, you dare compete with me for a woman?"
After speaking, he walked over to Qin Huaixin, removed the towel stuffed in her mouth, then untied the ropes on her hands and feet, picked her up, and walked towards his own room.
Meanwhile, in Qin Huaixin’s room, Lu Jinyang, expressionless and superior, looked down at Lu Xiao, who was beaten to a pulp, "Don’t covet what isn’t yours. Remember, there is no next time."
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"Heh~ My good brother watches his own brother get bullied and you stand by and do nothing, but who knew you could also make threats."
Lu Xiao covered his face in pain, knowing well what his face must look like without needing a mirror.
Lu Jinyang’s face remained cold, unmoved, "So you remember I’m your brother now?"
"Ouch~ It hurts to death." Lu Xiao struggled to get up, "Brother, you’ve really misunderstood me this time. That woman, named Qin Huaixin, is Qin Zhao’s daughter, they wanted her to be involved with me."
Lu Jinyang turned and left.
To be involved is one thing, but why tie her hands and feet to a chair and gag her mouth?
Just that action alone was enough for him to confirm that no girl would like it, let alone be involved with him.
Clearly, Lu Xiao was lying.
After placing her on the bed, Leng Yixing thoughtfully pulled the blanket over Qin Huaixin, then took a chair and sat in front of the bed, simply watching her.
Since he entered her room, she hadn’t spoken a single word, even when he carried her back to his room and laid her in his own bed, she showed no reaction.
Qin Huaixin lay on the bed, her gaze unfocused, it was unclear if she was even looking at the ceiling.
Both of them remained that way, one sitting, one lying down, neither uttering a word.
The situation persisted until Zhuang Shuqing came over.