Fu Yanshen knew that he had a serious mental illness, which was caused by severe depression and lack of libido, not a physical problem.

They only met once, she just stood close to him and said a few words, yet he dreamt of her…

In the past, at Night Without End, those women used all their charms to seduce him, but he didn't have any physical reaction.

Realizing that he was comparing Sheng Qiaoqiao to the women of the pleasure quarters, Fu Yanshen felt that this was a desecration of her.

She is different.

She was like a rose nurtured in a greenhouse, pristine and untouched.

...

However, Fu Yanshen disliked these unfamiliar feelings that he found difficult to handle and even bewildering.

His life revolved solely around revenge.

He wanted to make Sheng Minghui, who abandoned his mother, regret his actions, and to ruin the reputation of the mastermind behind it all, Dai Xiufen.

After he succeeds in his revenge, he will die.

At this moment, everything and everyone else is an obstacle to him achieving this goal.

After that night, he deliberately avoided contact with Sheng Qiaoqiao.

She, however, always flaunted herself in his world.

No matter how late he took Sheng Minghui home, he would always see her running out of the villa to greet him.

When he leaves, she will follow him out to see him off and tell him to be careful on the road.

He always maintained a cold and aloof demeanor, keeping her at arm's length.

But more feelings, which he could hardly control, were growing in his heart.

Later, to escape Shen Yu's harassment, Sheng Qiaoqiao went to study in London.

Fu Yanshen felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders.

However, even though he could never see her, she always appeared in his beautiful dreams.

Fu Yanshen found it very annoying.

*

"Jojo has been kidnapped, and the kidnappers are demanding ten million US dollars!"

Sheng Minghui was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, his hands clasped behind his back as he paced back and forth in the living room.

With tears streaming down her face, Dai Xiufen hurriedly went to the Buddha statue to light incense. "May the Bodhisattva protect us. As long as Qiaoqiao is safe, we are willing to give her any amount of money!"

Her tone was devout.

Fu Yanshen, who was outside the door, received news that Dai Xiufen was the mastermind behind the kidnapping.

Her ultimate goal was to have the kidnappers kill her!

Fifteen years ago, she used Sheng Qiaoqiao to impersonate Fu Yanshen. Now, she is worried that Sheng Qiaoqiao will eventually take a share of the Sheng family's assets. What makes her even angrier is that her precious son, Sheng Beichen, has been secretly in love with her all these years!

To avoid any unforeseen complications, they simply hired someone to kill her and eliminate any future trouble!

After Fu Yanshen entered the room, he volunteered to Sheng Minghui, "Chairman Sheng, I will take people to London to ransom them."

As he spoke, a sharp glint in his eye struck Dai Xiufen, who was still burning incense and praying to Buddha.

Sheng Minghui breathed a slight sigh of relief. "Yan Shen, I was just about to call you. I can only feel at ease if you come over!"

"You must save Qiaoqiao!"

Hearing Sheng Minghui's anxious tone, Dai Xiufen gritted her teeth and sneered inwardly.

The fact that he's so worried about that wild girl shows that he still has feelings for that dead Qiao Wan!

She really wanted to tell him that Sheng Qiaoqiao was not his biological daughter, and that Qiao Wan had given birth to a son for him, whom she had killed long ago!

Dai Xiufen never imagined that Qiao Wan's son was right in front of her at this moment.

Years later, he put her in prison, where she was tormented and unable to live or die!

...

London

A misty rain enveloped the entire city.

Inside the dilapidated building, rainwater kept pouring down from the holes in the roof, and the room was filled with a damp, musty smell.

The girl's sobs were drowned out by the torrential rain.

She knelt on the moldy floor, her arms tied behind her back, and her mouth sealed shut with black duct tape.

Three kidnappers were staring at her, one of whom, a bearded British man, was holding a black pistol and pointing it at her head.

The girl's face was flushed, with glistening tears on her cheeks. She kept shaking her head, her eyes filled with terror and despair.

Outside the window, Fu Yanshen was suddenly struck by this scene. The image of his mother before her death flashed into his mind, and he gasped for breath.

Without the slightest hesitation, he forcefully pulled the trigger.

A gunshot rang out.

Sheng Qiaoqiao screamed, thinking she was going to die, but it was the kidnapper who fell down.

Gunshots rang out again, and she trembled with fear. Just then, her body fell into a hard chest.

She looked up, and through her blurry vision, she saw a handsome and dashing face.

“Fu Yanshen…”

Finally seeing a familiar face, she cried out, and in the next instant, she buried her face in his arms.

The girl in his arms had trembling, thin shoulders, her face buried deep in his chest, as if she depended on him.

Fu Yanshen lowered his head and stared blankly.

Sheng Qiaoqiao had never experienced anything so terrible in her life. The kidnapper was trying to kill her; a few seconds later, she would have been the one to fall.

Even after being untied, she was still terrified and clung tightly to Fu Yanshen, completely dependent on him.

Are you... injured?

Fu Yanshen's tone was slightly stiff.

He never cares about others.

"I don't know... it just hurts, it hurts everywhere."

Hearing her sobbing, Fu Yanshen gasped and dared not move for fear of hurting her.

...

After a long while, he finally picked her up and carried her out of the dilapidated house.

After Sheng Qiaoqiao calmed down, she raised her face and quietly looked at the man who was always indifferent to her and rarely paid attention to her.

From her angle, she couldn't see his face.

The tip of my nose touched his prominent, large Adam's apple, which exuded a strong masculine scent. My fear subsided, and my heart pounded like thunder.

Outside, the rain had stopped, and golden sunlight pierced through the clouds, shining upon them.

For the first time, Fu Yanshen felt the sunlight on his skin as if it carried a slight warmth.

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