The man was slender and tall, dressed in casual work clothes.

He wore black leather military boots, military green work pants, and a jacket with the collar turned up.

Beneath his extremely short buzz cut was a face with sharp angles, neither refined nor possessing the noble air of someone like Ji Yan, but rather exuding a rugged charm of a tough guy.

He had a black, earphone-like device hanging from his right ear.

I saw him in a past life.

He is Fu Yanshen's "younger brother". Like Shi Xia, they were both orphans in the same orphanage.

In terms of age, he seems to be a few years younger than Fu Yanshen.

He led the way, his chin slightly raised, his face conveying a sense of detachment and indifference.

It was as if there was nothing in this world he had to cherish.

He seemed to be looking at me, and I looked closely—

Even from several meters away, his once indifferent eyes now seemed to contain two steel nails, as if he wanted to nail me to death.

My scalp tingled.

As far as I can remember, we only met once in our past life. He came to my house once, and the driver introduced him to me as Fu Yanshen's "younger brother." At that time, he nodded to me and went upstairs.

I also saw him go to Shengshi to look for Shi Xia. After Shi Xia got off work, she rode away on his motorcycle.

In my entire life, I have never met him.

Why does he see me as a thorn in his side?

Moreover, it was his people who tampered with my brakes.

I am Fu Yanshen's wife. It's impossible for him not to know me. If it were his client who wanted to harm me, would he disregard Fu Yanshen's feelings and accept the business?

Could it be...?

"He is mute."

Ji Yan interrupted my thoughts.

I was slightly taken aback; it turned out he was wearing a hearing aid.

"He is Fu Yanshen's younger brother."

I said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Ji Yan looked at me, raising an eyebrow. Clearly, he had not known that Fu Ren and Fu Yanshen had this relationship before.

“They met at the orphanage, right?” I added.

Ji Yan paused for a moment before speaking, "First, a younger sister wronged you, and now a younger brother has appeared... Do all the people around you, the Prince Consort, have a grudge against you?!"

Ji Yan is straightforward and outspoken; his words can be quite hurtful.

Fu Yanshen's "sister" is a scheming bitch who framed me, but his "brother" actually wants me dead.

I took two steps forward, pulled my trench coat tighter around myself, and called out to Fu Ren, who was not far away:

"Fu Ren, we came here tonight to find out exactly who sent you to harm me."

As I spoke, Fu Ren raised his hand to press his hearing aid, listening carefully to what I said. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown.

They looked down on me.

He gave a thumbs-up and pointed to his chest.

Even though neither Ji Yan nor I know sign language, we understood that he meant—

He did it.

His arrogant expression seemed to say: What?

It was highly provocative.

Beneath Ji Yan's refined and dashing exterior lies a roguish soul. He cannot tolerate anyone provoking him, so he picks up a golf club and is about to swing it at Fu Ren.

I grabbed the hem of his jacket in time to stop him, saying, "Let me ask him first."

"What the hell?" Ji Yan scoffed.

I stepped forward and asked Fu Ren again, "I have no grudge against you, why did you try to harm me? Did Shi Xia tell you to do this?"

Aside from Shi Xia, I can't think of anyone else who could make Fu Ren treat me like this.

The thought that Shi Xia might have instructed him to do this made my chest heave violently.

When Shi Xia was mentioned, Fu Ren's indifferent eyes sharpened, and his face turned sinister.

He raised his hand and gestured to the young boy next to him.

The boy had fair skin and medium-length hair. He looked gentle and harmless. He was chewing gum and smiling as he said to me, "Our brother Ren said, no comment."

He revealed a pair of tiger teeth as he spoke.

As soon as he finished speaking, he blew a bubble, being both mischievous and arrogant, completely disregarding us.

"Damn it..." Ji Yan cursed, "Kids, don't be so stubborn!"

He picked up a golf club and pointed it at them.

Seeing him like this, the fair-skinned boy spat out his chewing gum, and when he raised his face again, his expression was sinister. He rushed towards Ji Yan.

"Who are you pointing at? Who are you pointing at? Shoot! Shoot here! Come on, shoot here!"

When the boy reached Ji Yan, he bent over, pointed to the top of his head, and laughed loudly.

"You think I wouldn't dare?" Ji Yan said, about to make a move.

I grabbed the hem of his jacket in time to stop him, "Ji Yan, don't bother with these thugs, let it go."

The boy in front of him was clearly deliberately provoking Ji Yan to make a move.

Most of these thugs have no connections or relatives, and they fight like their lives depend on it.

Ji Yan and his group are different. They are all pampered young masters and noblemen who value their lives. They would be at a great disadvantage if they really fought.

Besides, he had no reason to do anything for me.

"Sheng Qiaoqiao, how the hell can you let this go? You almost died, do you know that?" Ji Yan said irritably.

The pale-faced boy was looking at him and smiling, then glancing at his companions behind him. "He wouldn't dare, ha!"

He whistled as he finished speaking.

At this moment, Ji Yan kicked him in the back, and the boy staggered forward a few steps, almost falling.

As he turned around, his expression turned sinister, and he charged menacingly at Ji Yan with a stick in his hand.

Ji Yan stepped forward, swung a golf club at him.

The boy raised his baseball bat to block the attack, then kicked at Ji Yan.

Beneath Ji Yan's refined and dashing exterior lies a roguish soul. He curled his lips in disdain, easily dodged the attack, and then knocked the other person to the ground.

Seeing his subordinate fall, Fu Ren made a move.

He remained expressionless, exuding a terrifying ruthlessness as he walked towards Ji Yan, baseball bat in hand.

My gut feeling was that Ji Yan was no match for him, so without thinking, I rushed in front of Ji Yan and swung the stick fiercely at my head.

I was so scared that I held my breath.

"Fu Ren!"

At that moment, a deep, cold male voice rang out.

Fu Ren seemed to have been paused; his whole body stiffened, his dark eyes turned toward the source of the sound, and a glint of light flashed in his indifferent eyes.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he retracted the baseball bat.

I let out a long sigh of relief and turned around.

A man wearing a long trench coat walked through the crowd toward them, his demeanor sharp and his expression cold and somber.

It is Fu Yanshen.

He was followed by four bodyguards.

A few meters apart, our eyes met, but he looked away in just a second.

He walked straight toward Fu Ren.

He probably knows it was Fu Ren who braked me, since he made such a commotion. My two bodyguards must have reported it to him long ago.

Will he teach Fu Ren a lesson, or will he protect him like he protected Shi Xia?