Chapter 128: Want to bully him? The fierce chasing and biting made the air...

Just as Gu Yifeng lowered his head to think about countermeasures, there was a knock on the door.

Both people in the room were stunned.

Ni Qianfan's voice came from the door: "Did Lao Gu come to see you?"

She was startled and stood up to open the door: "Isn't Gu Yifeng in the auditorium?"

"He's not here." Ni Qianfan frowned. "We just went to the auditorium to look for him, but we couldn't find him. Someone saw him near the auditorium, as if he saw someone, and suddenly left in a hurry. No one has seen him since, and his phone call is unreachable. So we came here to ask."

There was a barely perceptible flicker of hesitation in the bride's eyes.

In the corner, Gu Yifeng lowered his head, hiding in the shadows. He said nothing, his fingers unconsciously clenched. The groom was gone? Could the person he saw be Wen Yi?

"Have you contacted the special forces outside the manor?" she asked, quickly calming down.

"No one has seen Director Gu leave the manor yet."

"Then he must still be at the wedding." She spoke in a steady tone, her eyes flickering slightly. "Where did you last see him?"

Gao Yiyuan said: "Not long ago, I met the boss downstairs of Xiaobai Building."

The bride was silent for a moment, as if weighing something. Then she looked up and said, "Go look around. Don't make a sound and don't disturb the guests."

The people outside the door dispersed.

As soon as the door closed, she turned around abruptly, rushed to Gu Yifeng in a rage, grabbed his collar, and forced him to look up.

"It was your people who did it? You tricked my husband away? Where is he now?!"

"explain!"

Gu Yifeng chuckled softly, his voice low and hoarse: "What are you talking about...isn't your husband tied up here by you?"

She curled the corners of her mouth, leaned forward, and pinched his throat with her fingertips, her sharp nails slowly scratching his fragile Adam's apple.

"Are you targeting him? Or me?"

He looked up at her, his Adam's apple rolling under her fingertips, a smile still on his lips. He whispered, "What do you think...who am I...coming here for?"

"Will you tell me or not?" she demanded coldly, her grip tightening suddenly.

A sharp pain came.

Gu Yifeng was breathless, his vision was blurry, and his limbs began to tremble. He wanted to struggle, but she was the one who attacked him, and he had no power to resist.

"Tell me, where is he?" She leaned close to his face and asked again.

He opened his eyes weakly and looked at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. The bright light scattered in his eyes, distorted into a multicolored fragment.

Is it an illusion? Or is the world really beginning to collapse?

He wouldn't... mess up the mission, would he? Could he still save Wen Yi?

His Adam's apple was almost crushed, and he looked into those identical eyes in pain.

The moment their eyes met, her heart trembled violently, and the hand that was strangling his neck suddenly froze. She wanted to punish this ignorant substitute, but her hand seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, and she could no longer exert any force.

Those red eyes were filled with pampering and indulgence - it was a look she was very familiar with.

Her heart wavered once again.

"I'll give you one last chance." The bride released her hand, expressionless. "Tell me his whereabouts, and I can let you go."

Gu Yifeng stopped struggling, as if he had used up his last bit of strength. He slumped against the back of the chair, his bangs wet with sweat, and he gasped heavily in his messy state.

He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he suddenly choked and coughed. A tear oozed from the corner of his eye and slowly slid down his cheek.

Gu Yifeng just looked at her with a faint smile on his face. He neither resisted nor begged for mercy, exposing his most vulnerable side to her without reservation.

Proud yet soft, tough yet fragile.

She stood there, the warmth of his neck still lingering on her fingertips. Perhaps it was the backlash from exerting too much force, her hands began to tremble uncontrollably. The man before her... it was clearly his face, his voice, his aura, but these eyes—they weren't the kind of eyes Gu Yifeng would have.

Her husband was a battle-hardened agent who could endure any kind of torture, no matter how painful it was. He never showed weakness in front of her, and he certainly never looked at her with such wet eyes, as if he would completely break in the next second.

The weak and vulnerable look in the eyes of the stranger made her breath stop.

She thought she knew Gu Yifeng, but what if there was a side to him she'd never seen before? A thought suddenly crossed her mind: What if... he really was her husband? Ni Qianfan and the others had said they couldn't find Gu Yifeng anywhere. What if... the man before her was really him?

She squatted down and unconsciously reached out her hand to wipe away the tear from the corner of his eye. Her fingertips were slightly cold. This was the first time she saw Gu Yifeng cry.

"You didn't lie to me?" The fair white fingers gently stroked the slightly red corners of the eyes.

"Yi Yi." She heard the man murmur her name, his voice a little hoarse, "I didn't lie to you."

Gu Yifeng closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and rubbed her palm with his cheek.

At that moment, she was completely stunned. A burning evil thought suddenly shot through her mind—the desire to bully him. The thought came suddenly, like a spark igniting a prairie fire, instantly spreading through every part of her body, and her blood began to boil. The lingering warmth in her palm became a temptation, and the voice in her mind kept urging her: This man is now at your mercy, why not destroy him completely?

The fingertips slowly moved down his cheek and gently pressed against the red mark on his neck.

"Does it hurt?"

She felt the man under her palm trembling, and the suppressed low moans magnified the desire in her heart infinitely. She began to long to see the moment when he begged for mercy.

The bride straightened up, adjusted her wedding dress, and gazed down at him from above. Her fingertips gently touched his rolling Adam's apple, kneading it with a hint of ambiguity, then watched his muscles tense with satisfaction. Her fingertips continued to slide down, tracing the edge of his collar. Just as they were about to penetrate his lapel, he suddenly struggled violently, his whole body trembling with her touch, enduring, yet also responding.

"Yi Yi..." The unconscious man kept sobbing.

As she twisted, he suddenly opened his legs, raised his knees, and locked onto her waist, tightening his grip. Caught off guard, she fell forward, falling into his arms, her head banging against his neck. He instantly enveloped her. Warm skin, a rapid heartbeat, and the familiar scent of Gu Yifeng.

She was in a trance for a moment.

Before she could recover, Gu Yifeng turned his head and kissed her deeply. This kiss came without warning, yet was incredibly intense, like a carefully planned revenge. Noses touched, lips and teeth pressed together, their breaths intertwined. The intense chase and biting made the air scorching, and time seemed to stretch infinitely.

Just as she was indulging in the loss of control at the moment, he suddenly stopped and did not go any further. Gu Yifeng tilted his head slightly, his lips almost touching her ear and said, "Tell me...if I ask you to borrow something now, will you agree?"

The bride, breathing a little disordered, looked up blankly, not understanding what he was saying.

A sharp pain exploded from the inside of her left elbow. She hissed softly and looked down—Gu Yifeng's hands had somehow freed themselves from the ropes. In his right hand, he held a pen-shaped automatic venous blood collection device. The needle penetrated deep into the vein in her elbow, and dark red blood slowly flowed into the tube.

His left hand held down her folded hands tightly to prevent her from pulling her hands away during the blood draw.

"You--" She was horrified and wanted to struggle, but found that his legs had already locked her waist and his hands were also firmly pressed down, unable to move.

She looked up at his face. Where was the trace of fragility in those cold eyes?

It's all acting!

"What are you doing..." Before she could finish her words, Gu Yifeng had already pulled out the needle. A string of blood spurted out from the needle hole in her elbow and splashed on the two of them.

He quickly put the blood collection device into his sleeve, exerted force with one hand, and threw her to the ground. He pressed down, clamped his knees on her waist, and clamped her wrists with one hand, completely imprisoning her.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and before she could react, she was suppressed tightly.

"He's got some brains," he commented condescendingly, his voice hoarse but cold, "but not much."

Finally realizing she had been deceived, the bride began to struggle: "What did you just do?"

"Why are you drawing my blood? I took your needle away! You..."

"Who said I only have one blood collection device?" He sneered, but his other hand suddenly covered her bleeding elbow and pressed hard on the wound.

"Who are you?!" she demanded.

Gu Yifeng smiled: "Didn't I tell you who I am a long time ago?"

She knew she was powerless to break free, so she gradually stopped struggling and raised her chin with a sneer: "No matter who you are, you dare to touch me at the wedding, do you think you can get away? How many secret agents are there here? Can you count them? I only need to shout——"

"Then shout."

He interrupted her, his voice low and full of strong pressure, "I want to see what you can do if you call someone over."

He leaned over, his noses almost touching hers: "You said I'm not Gu Yifeng? Then tell me - what evidence are you going to use to prove to everyone that I'm not your husband?"

She was startled, her struggling fingers slowly loosening. She had no evidence; all her suspicions were based on an inexplicable "feeling."

Seeing her wavering, Gu Yifeng continued to state the cruel truth: "I can tell you that even if we do a DNA test, the result will only prove that I am Gu Yifeng, honest and trustworthy. And with all this going on for you—" He paused, as if warning her, "others will just think you're crazy."

The air froze instantly.

Her pupils shrank slightly, and her voice trembled with anger: "Asshole!"

"You lied to me!!" She gritted her teeth, "You are not Gu Yifeng at all! He would not treat me like this..."

Just then, there was a knock on the door:

"Yi Yi? Have you guys finished your talk? The wedding is about to start. Let Gu Yifeng go to the auditorium to prepare."

They both looked towards the door at the same time.

It's the bride's mother back!

Her eyes lit up and she was about to speak - Gu Yifeng's eyes darkened and he whispered, "I'm sorry..." The knife fell and the bride lost consciousness.

Gu Yifeng quickly picked her up and placed her on the sofa inside the house, smoothing down her slightly messy hair. Good, she looked like she was asleep, so she wouldn't alert the outside world. He clutched the blood sample he had just collected. As long as they could evacuate before her memory logic collapsed, they could leave with the hope of saving Wen Yi.

But the moment he turned around, the entire room began to distort, the air rippled, and the edges of objects began to blur.

Gu Yifeng's heart sank - Oh no, the memory image collapsed prematurely! Was it because the bride lost consciousness?

"Yi Yi!" There was an anxious knock on the door. "What are you doing? Open the door!"

The distortion of time and space intensified, and at this moment, a slight noise came from outside the window. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw a familiar hand pushing open the window from outside.

A figure rolled in.

——It’s his Wen Yi!

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