The once harmless puppy is now very manly and domineering, protecting me in front of me, which warms my heart.

He stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Makino.

Fu Yanshen smiled mockingly, his dark eyes narrowed as he stared at Mu Ye, his expression growing increasingly cold and stern, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

But Makino was not intimidated by his aura at all; he was full of hostility and his fists were clenched tightly.

"Muye, ignore him, let's go." I grabbed Muye's arm, tugged at him, and gently persuaded him.

No matter how fierce Mu Ye is, he is no match for a ruthless and powerful figure like Fu Yanshen.

I also realized that Fu Yanshen's morbid possessiveness towards me seemed to have flared up again; at times like this, he's capable of anything.

The murderous aura emanating from Mu Ye subsided somewhat. He snorted coldly, glared at Fu Yanshen, gripped my hand tightly with his warm hand, and led me away in a long stride.

We had only taken two steps when two burly bodyguards in black suits blocked our way.

Their faces were stern and their demeanor was stern.

The footsteps behind me grew closer and closer, and soon, Fu Yanshen stood behind me.

My neck skin twitched.

His thin, cool fingers pinched the back of my neck.

"Walk by yourself, or... shall I carry you?" The man's cold, deep, and magnetic voice came from above my head, seemingly exuding an unyielding authority while suppressing his anger.

My fist gradually hardened.

Two years have passed, and he really hasn't changed at all!

"You shameless bastard surnamed Fu!" Mu Ye turned around angrily, glaring at the man behind him, his once clear white eyes instantly becoming bloodshot.

His bloodthirsty eyes seemed to want to kill Fu Yanshen!

Of all the people around me, only he knew that I was pregnant and had a miscarriage. Only he knew that I was reborn and that I died along with my unborn child. He also knew that the first person I called for help that night was Fu Yanshen.

He didn't come to save me, and didn't make a single phone call afterward. He disappeared for two years, and then reappeared to harass me again.

No wonder Makino called him shameless.

But he's a pervert with a twisted personality. He doesn't even care about his own life, so why would he care about having any shame?

He will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

At this moment, Makino had already been restrained by two bodyguards.

He used Makino as leverage.

I turned around abruptly and broke free from his hand.

"I'll walk myself. Tell them to let Muye go." I looked up at him, my gaze sweeping over him indifferently, my tone cold.

Fu Yanshen stared at me, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, seemingly quite dissatisfied with my attitude.

"Sister Qiao, I won't let you go with him! He won't dare do anything to me, don't be foolish!" Mu Ye stamped his foot and tried to persuade me in a low voice.

We dare not do anything to him?

This lunatic even cut off his brother's finger.

I turned and gave Makino a reassuring look before taking a step forward.

The lessons I learned from my rebirth taught me that as long as I don't fall for Fu Yanshen and don't let him affect my emotions, he can't hurt me.

"I need to go back to the private room to get my bag and phone," I said casually after Fu Yanshen caught up with me.

"The bodyguard will help you get it; I don't want to waste a single second." He wrapped his long arms around my waist and pulled me into his embrace.

The gleaming silver elevator doors reflected our seemingly intimate appearance, but we were quickly separated by the opening doors.

Once inside, in the mirror-smooth walls, we were together again. He lowered his head and kissed the top of my head, his deep eyes looking at me through the mirror.

A gentle smile played on her lips.

It's very divisive.

Seeing the two bodyguards who had followed me out, take my phone, and call Luo Luo to confirm that Mu Ye was alright, I felt much more at ease.

At that moment, the roar of the engine caught my attention, bringing with it a pungent yet pleasant smell of gasoline.

A heavy motorcycle sped toward this place, so fast that when it braked, the tires scraped against the ground, creating sparks and a pungent smell of plastic.

The motorcycle nearly tipped over, but the driver, wearing short boots, managed to brace himself against the ground and stabilize the heavy machine.

It's Fu Ren.

He got out of the car with a swift movement, took off his helmet and tossed it into the arms of his bodyguard, and strode towards Fu Yanshen.

He slowed his pace a few steps away from us.

There's a feeling of being both reluctant to leave home.

Could it be that this is also the first time he has seen Fu Yanshen in two years?

The decorative lights at the entrance of the pub illuminated his face, which had strong lines and rugged features. His dark eyes were fixed on Fu Yanshen, and his tanned neck and shoulders revealed a prominent Adam's apple bobbing.

The tough guy, who was about 185 cm tall, had reddened his eyes, and his dark eyes were glistening with tears.

I saw Fu Yanshen stride towards him, and when he was in front of him, he pressed Fu Ren's head against his own forehead.

They touched briefly and then let go, as if conveying their brotherly affection.

Fu Ren was very emotional at this moment, with tears in his eyes, and he was gesturing to him in sign language while a smile appeared on his lips.

Fu Yanshen nodded, used sign language, and patted him on the shoulder, as if to comfort him.

At this moment, Fu Ren looked at me from a distance that was neither too close nor too far. He said something to Fu Yanshen, and Fu Yanshen turned his head and looked at me as well.

Fu Ren was probably reporting on me to him about the past two years.

I twitched my lips and turned to slip away, but was blocked by the bodyguard.

Soon, Fu Yanshen tightened his grip on my waist again and led me towards his car.

The bodyguard had already opened the car door. He let go of me and let me get in first, then reached out and placed his hand on the top of the door frame to protect my head.

He appeared somewhat solicitous and gentlemanly.

But as soon as we got in the car, he morbidly held me captive in his arms.

I sat on his lap, and his arms, like flexible iron that could stretch and extend, tightened again and again, as if he were afraid that if he loosened them, he would die.

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