Qingran’s breath hitched. Not from fear, but from the sheer intensity in Feng Yizhou’s gaze. It burned into her, sharp and unrelenting.
Her back pressed against the wall, but she didn’t look away. "Would you rather I cry and beg for forgiveness?"
His grip on her chin tightened ever so slightly. "I would rather you stop throwing yourself into danger like an idiot."
She arched a brow. "I handled it...didn’t I?."
Feng Yizhou let out a low, humorless laugh. "Handled it?" His voice dropped, edged with sothing dark. "You an you almost got raped and had to stab a man to get away?"
Qingran narrowed her eyes. "Would you rather I hadn’t stabbed him?"
His jaw clenched. His grip didn’t falter. "I would rather you had told where you were going in the first place."
Qingran scoffed. "And let you stop ? Please."
Sothing flashed in his eyes—sothing unreadable, sothing dangerous.
"I would have followed you. I would have given you the money you wanted. You have , so why can’t you use as you please?"
For a mont, they just stood there, the air between them thick with tension.
Then, just as suddenly as he had grabbed her, Feng Yizhou released her.
Qingran barely caught herself before she stumbled forward. She shot him an irritated glare. "You—"
"You’re going back to the hotel." His voice left no room for argunt.
She folded her arms. "And if I don’t?"
His eyes darkened.
Qingran held her ground, waiting.
But she barely had ti to react before the world tilted. One second, she was standing there, and the next, she was flung over Feng Yizhou’s shoulder like a sack of rice.
"Feng Yizhou!" she shouted, her fists slamming against his back. "Put down!"
"Shut up," he said coldly, striding forward without pause.
Qingran’s eyes widened. "You arrogant bastard! I’m not so child you can just—"
A sharp slap landed on her thigh, making her jolt.
Her breath caught. "Did you just—"
"If you don’t want another one, stay quiet," Feng Yizhou said darkly.
Qingran seethed. Oh, she was going to kill him. Right after she got back on solid ground.
She twisted, trying to push herself up, but his arm tightened around her waist, holding her firmly in place.
"Struggle all you want," he said. "You’re not going anywhere."
Her nails dug into his back through his shirt. "You—you are insufferable!"
"And you are reckless," he snapped. "What the hell were you thinking, using Fang Moying’s na? Gambling in a place like this? Getting caught alone?"
Qingran gritted her teeth. "I didn’t expect him to be a rapist!"
Feng Yizhou let out a sharp laugh, humorless and cold. "Then you should expect the worst from n like him. The world isn’t kind, Gu Qingran."
She went still at the way he said her na. Low. Controlled. But underneath it, there was an anger she wasn’t used to hearing from him.
She lifted her head slightly, but before she could say anything, movent in the corner of her eye caught her attention.
Fang Moying had been watching them, his expression twisted with fury. His n stood behind him, tense and waiting. It’s like they’ve been waiting for a while.
"This isn’t over, Feng Yizhou," Fang Moying spat. "She used my na. She owes . I demand paynt."
Feng Yizhou stopped walking. His grip on Qingran didn’t loosen, but when he spoke, his voice was calm.
Too calm, like Fang Moying had nothing on him.
"She belongs to . I said it earlier and I’ll say it again. So listen very carefully Fang Moying." Raising his hand to her thigh, he hit it again.
"You!"
"This woman is mine, find another one. I don’t like sharing."
The words sent a strange shiver down Qingran’s spine.
Feng Yizhou turned his head slightly, eyes like ice. "If you have a problem with that, we can settle it right now."
Fang Moying’s expression twisted further, but he didn’t move.
Silence stretched between them.
Then Feng Yizhou scoffed. "I thought so."
Qingran clenched her fists, glaring at the broad expanse of Feng Yizhou’s back. She wasn’t going to let this go. The mont he put her down, she was going to—
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"Don’t even think about it," he said coolly, as if he could read her thoughts.
She huffed. "I wasn’t thinking about anything."
Feng Yizhou snorted. "Liar."
Qingran gritted her teeth. The humiliation of being hauled around like this burned, but what infuriated her more was Fang Moying’s reaction.
The bastard had truly expected her to submit, like she was so gift that ca with using his na. If Feng Yizhou hadn’t shown up—
Her stomach twisted at the thought, and she shoved it aside.
She would have still been able to take care of herself.
They stepped out of the casino, the night air sharp against her skin. Feng Yizhou moved toward the car parked at the curb, and Qingran saw her chance.
The mont his grip loosened to open the door, she shoved against his back with all her strength.
But he barely shifted.
She stiffened. What the—
Feng Yizhou turned his head slightly, amusent flickering in his eyes. "Are you serious?"
Qingran scowled. "Put. . Down."
"Tch." He exhaled and, finally, set her on her feet.
The mont she touched solid ground, she took a step back, glaring at him. "You—"
Feng Yizhou caught her wrist before she could do anything.
"Don’t start," he warned.
Qingran’s jaw tightened. "You’re insufferable and annoying do you know that."
"And you’re reckless," he shot back, eyes narrowing. "Tell , were you even planning on telling you were going out?"
She yanked her wrist free. "It’s not like I needed permission."
"Maybe not, but you needed backup." His voice dropped, sharp with frustration. "You could’ve gotten yourself killed, Qingran."
She faltered.
For the first ti, she looked at him properly. His jaw was tight, his eyes dark with sothing she couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t just anger.
Qingran shifted her gaze. "I handled it."
Feng Yizhou let out a dry laugh. "Yeah? And what was your plan after stabbing Fang Moying? Fight your way out while bleeding all over the casino floor?"
Qingran crossed her arms. "It would’ve worked."
Feng Yizhou gave her a look. "You’re quite irresponsible. Given your age I’m not surprised."
"..."
What did this have to do with age.
She rolled her eyes. "And yet, you keep following ."
His expression darkened. "Because if I don’t, you might get yourself killed."
Qingran smirked. "Well, that’s a you problem."
Feng Yizhou exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. "Get in the car."
Qingran hesitated, then turned toward the car door. But before she could reach for it, Feng Yizhou grabbed her chin, tilting her face up.
Her breath caught. Why did he keep trapping her in this impossible positions.
His gaze swept over her, searching. "Did he touch you anywhere else?"
Qingran blinked. For a mont, she didn’t know how to respond.
Then, sothing inside her shifted. She pulled away, her voice smooth and dry. "Why? Are you offering to check?"
Feng Yizhou’s eyes flickered. Then he scoffed, shaking his head. "Get in the damn car."
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