The back door of the October Hotel.
Streetlights cast a bright yet gentle glow.
Fang Miaomiao was pulled to the car door by the bucktoothed man.
"Get in the car, step on the gas."
Lao Er and the short man carried the boxes and got into the car.
"Mr. Wen, isn't it? It's best not to call the police," the bucktoothed man issued a warning. "Two million is nothing to a rich man like you. If we see any police looking for us, we won't mind taking a hostage before we die."
"After all, the barefoot are not afraid of the shod. What do you think, Mr. Wen?"
"As long as you let her go safely, I'll pretend I never saw you."
The bucktoothed man laughed heartily. "Mr. Wen is indeed straightforward. I like talking to straightforward people like you. Don't worry, we will never appear before you again."
"Boss."
The bucktoothed man's expression changed drastically. He pushed Fang Miaomiao forcefully towards Wen Zhiyan before jumping into the car.
"Miaomiao." Wen Zhiyan stretched his body and held Fang Miaomiao securely in his arms. "Are you alright?"
Fang Miaomiao winced, her wound having been bumped.
"Miaomiao."
Fang Miaomiao came back to her senses. "Oh no, An'an."
"It's fine, I've already asked Xin Xuan to go inside and find her."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xin Xuan called to report that An'an was safe and sound.
Only then did Fang Miaomiao relax.
Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Miaomiao's wrist, which was bleeding again from the impact. He felt heartache and fear, afraid to touch it. "To the hospital."
Fortunately, the October Hotel was not far from the hospital.
Medical staff quickly cleaned and treated Fang Miaomiao's wrist, and finally, at Wen Zhiyan's strong insistence, she was admitted to the hospital.
After Fang Miaomiao fell asleep, Wen Zhiyan's face completely turned cold.
"Mr. Wen."
"How is it?" Wen Zhiyan looked heartbrokenly at the girl on the hospital bed, who was sleeping restlessly, his heart aching as if pierced by a dagger.
"We've caught them. They're in the basement now."
"Find a nurse to look after Miaomiao and push me over."
"Yes."
...
A certain basement.
The three men were bound tightly, their eyes covered with black cloth.
The basement was stuffy, with dim and flickering lights providing the only illumination. Various torture instruments hung on the walls.
"Mr. Wen."
"Open the door."
The iron door creaked open.
The three men, who were bound inside, immediately sat up straight. "Who, who is it?"
Wen Zhiyan gave Xin Xuan a look. Xin Xuan nodded, signaling that the two burly men who had followed him could proceed.
The burly men said nothing, picking up whips from the wall and testing them.
The whips were covered in dense barbs. A single lash left flesh and skin torn.
Xin Xuan pushed Wen Zhiyan back a few steps.
"Mr. Wen, is that Mr. Wen?" The bucktoothed man, with his excellent hearing, heard the sound. "Mr. Wen, we've already decided to leave A City and never set foot here again. Why are you still relentlessly pursuing us?"
A whistling sound echoed through the air.
It was the sound of whips cracking.
The two burly men, one on each side, swung their whips at the terrified three men on the ground.
"Ah!"
"Damn it, it hurts like hell! What is hitting me?"
"Stop hitting us, please, stop hitting us."
"Ah..."
The men lay on the ground in a mess, trying to roll away from the lashings.
But no matter how they twisted, the whip accurately struck every part of their bodies.
"Brother, brother, we'll pay the money back! We'll return the two million to you. Can you stop hitting us?"
He felt like he was being beaten to death.
Wen Zhiyan raised a finger, and the burly men stopped.
The bucktoothed man thought his words had worked. Although he was very unhappy with these people's stinginess, he would pay the money back for the sake of his life.
"As long as you let us three go, we will return the two million to you intact, and we'll leave A City overnight. How about that?"
Damn it, this deal was a huge loss.
Wen Zhiyan remained silent.
The burly men put down their whips and picked up baseball bat-like wooden sticks, smashing them down hard on the three men.
Watching the trio on their knees begging for mercy, Wen Zhiyan's anger intensified, appearing particularly terrifying under the lights.
How dare they touch his Miaomiao?
People like them deserved to be killed.
Killing them would be contributing to human society anyway.
Thinking this, Wen Zhiyan was about to order them to strike a killing blow when Xin Xuan shook his head at him and held up his phone.
The message on the phone read: Madam is about to wake up.
These few words instantly extinguished Wen Zhiyan's almost uncontrollable rage.
"Mr. Wen, shall we go find Madam?"
Wen Zhiyan looked at the still screaming trio and said nothing.
After a long while, he slowly looked at Xin Xuan.
Xin Xuan knew this was a signal for him to take Wen Zhiyan away.
He breathed a slight sigh of relief and pushed Wen Zhiyan to leave.
In the car.
"Mr. Wen, it's not good to get blood on you from these scumbags."
"Beat them for a few days and cripple their legs."
"Understood, Mr. Wen. I'll handle the rest."
Wen Zhiyan leaned back against the seat, his eyes slightly closed. "Drive faster."
He was afraid Miaomiao would wake up if he was late.
As expected, the moment he entered the hospital room, Fang Miaomiao on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.
"Miaomiao."
Wen Zhiyan's throat felt a little dry, and he dared not meet Miaomiao's gaze.
"Where did you go just now?" Fang Miaomiao finally relaxed when she saw Wen Zhiyan. "I couldn't feel your presence."
Wen Zhiyan forced a smile. "I'm sorry, I just went out to make a phone call. It's my fault, it won't happen again."
"Will you stay with me? I'm scared."
"Okay." Wen Zhiyan pushed the wheelchair to Fang Miaomiao's bedside. "I'll stay here with you today."
"Even if I fall asleep, you can't leave, okay?" Fang Miaomiao asked tentatively.
In the book, Wen Zhiyan was not considered a good person. Later, for some reason, his hands became stained with blood, and his ending was unknown.
After the incident just now, Fang Miaomiao knew she had fallen for the man in front of her. She considered herself not a good person, but she didn't want the person she liked to have blood on his hands.
"Okay." Wen Zhiyan remained silent for a moment, guessing Fang Miaomiao's thoughts. His little fairy truly understood him, knowing what he was going to do so easily.
However, it was his Miaomiao's request, so he would comply.
After all, they were just a few insignificant trash, and they could be dealt with and thrown into prison.
Thinking of this, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Wen Zhiyan's eyes.
Suddenly.
Wen Zhiyan's vision darkened, and then Fang Miaomiao's voice came to his ear: "I don't like the look in your eyes just now. Can we not think about it anymore?"
His body stiffened. He took Fang Miaomiao's slender hand in his large one and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, I'll listen to Miaomiao."
"Be good, Miaomiao, sleep. I'll stay here and not leave your side."