Chapter 187 Do you want me dead?

Kroka also knew.

Wei Fuzhou is a demon whose hands are stained with blood and lives. From the very beginning, they were destined to stand on opposite sides.

Perhaps Wei Fuzhou was also acting against his will, or perhaps he had his own reasons, but none of this is a reason for Luo Jiayin to forgive or pardon him on behalf of the countless victims who were persecuted by the Henry Group.

If you make a mistake, you have to bear the consequences.

On this point, Luo Jiayin has always been unwavering.

So even though Wei Fuzhou was the young master of the Henry Group, she was just a "goods" who had been kidnapped and was at the bottom of the social hierarchy, at the mercy of others.

Even so, Wei Fuzhou treated her with utmost kindness, but Luo Jiayin kept reminding herself that she could not even be friends with such a person!

At this moment, Luo Jiayin suddenly missed Gu Yishen very much.

Luo Jiayin had to admit that she felt a bit guilty towards Gu Yishen.

She concealed far too many things about her nominal "lover"...

Wei Fuzhou got out of the car and walked into the courtyard.

When he saw the girl sitting in the courtyard, his expression suddenly changed, and a heavy pressure filled the air.

He strode forward, but asked casually, "How are you? Are you alright?"

Wei Fuzhou stood in front of Luo Jiayin, observing her calmly. Only after confirming that she was unharmed did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"How could anything happen to me? Have you forgotten who I am?"

Luo Jiayin said casually.

“I’ve already asked them. They approached me because they were paid to solve this huge problem for someone else.”

"However, these young men are quite clever and know to abandon darkness for light."

Luo Jiayin slightly raised her chin, her smile charming, but her eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

Upon hearing Luo Jiayin's words, Wei Fuzhou stood with his hands behind his back, looking solemnly at the black-clad men groaning on the ground, a hint of impatience in his eyes.

"Have you asked everything you wanted to ask?" Wei Fuzhou asked.

Luo Jiayin nodded, but when she saw the panicked looks on the faces of the group of men in black, she couldn't help but add, "They're very sensible. I promised to let them leave northern Myanmar safely."

Wei Fuzhou glanced at Luo Jiayin, then turned and walked away.

"Arno, handle the aftermath. Garan, come with me."

Luo Jiayin was slightly taken aback, but after realizing what was happening, she immediately stepped forward and followed Wei Fuzhou, getting into his black Bentley.

"You could have handled it yourself, why did you have to make me step in? Jialan, I didn't know you relied on me this much?"

In the car, Wei Fuzhou and Luo Jiayin sat side by side in the back seat. He spoke calmly, but his eyes did not look at Luo Jiayin.

Luo Jiayin smiled calmly: "I always want to know who wants to get back at me."

"Mr. Wei, in northern Myanmar, your name is definitely the most useful. After all, we've known each other for so many years, you shouldn't... blame me, right?"

Luo Jiayin spoke politely, but there was not a trace of respect or flattery in her tone.

Wei Fuzhou suddenly found it amusing: "Heh... You've really mastered the art of 'borrowing power from others.' You did it then, and you still do it now..."

Wei Fuzhou's words came to an abrupt end.

Luo Jiayin lowered her eyes, concealing the expression in them.

She was trafficked to the Henry Group. If Zhao Yongbo hadn't "given" her to Wei Fuzhou, her fate would have been obvious.

Those who fared better fell into prostitution and were wantonly trampled upon.

The worst cases are like that Chinese internet celebrity known as "Little Fifth Aunt" from back then, who was tortured to death and left with no complete corpse.

In a sense, Wei Fuzhou did indeed have a "life-saving grace" for her.

But even with such a life-saving grace, no matter how things developed later, in Wei Fuzhou's eyes, or in Zhao Yongbo's eyes, she was initially nothing more than a tool, a flawless plaything.

"Don't worry."

Seemingly noticing Luo Jiayin's silence, Wei Fuzhou slowly spoke up, "I will not let anyone hurt you, not even myself."

Luo Jiayin looked up at Wei Fuzhou.

His eyes were beautiful, but at this moment they were filled with gloom, and for some reason, there seemed to be a deep, unyielding pain in them.

Luo Jiayin pursed her lips and said nothing.

Wei Fuzhou turned his head, his gaze fixed on Luo Jiayin's profile.

As he watched, his lips parted slightly, and he finally couldn't help but reach out and grasp her slender shoulders.

Caught off guard, Luo Jiayin was startled by Wei Fuzhou's sudden action and immediately broke free from him as a reflex.

She frowned and cautiously moved to the side.

"Wei Fuzhou, what are you doing?" Luo Jiayin asked coldly.

Wei Fuzhou remained silent.

Luo Jiayin sneered, "Do you think I should be grateful to you?"

Wei Fuzhou kept his eyes fixed on her.

"I did use your name to intimidate those people today, but so what?"

In his mind, Feng Jiayu's pretty smiling face overlapped with the blood-stained and scarred face he saw in the Henry Group's industrial park.

Luo Jiayin raised her head, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes.

"Now that we are in a cooperative relationship, the goal is to achieve a win-win situation. I don't think there's anything wrong with me using your name, Young Master Wei's name, for self-protection."

“And…” Luo Jiayin paused.

"Whether you believe it or not, from the moment I stepped into the Black Mansion, I have not relied on your power to survive to this day," Luo Jiayin said in a deep voice.

"I don't necessarily need to talk to you about Bo Nian's matter. There's no need to drag the entire Black Mansion into this or risk getting involved with the Henry Group."

"My desire to cooperate with you is my own selfish reason for wanting to help you. And the reason I want to help you is because I don't like owing favors to others."

"Oh, is that so..." Wei Fuzhou murmured, turning his head to look at Luo Jiayin.

"And then what? What kind of outcome do you hope for for us?"

Do you want me dead?

Wei Fuzhou asked.

"Everyone should pay the price for their mistakes," Luo Jiayin said, emphasizing each word. "What do you think, Mr. Wei?"

Wei Fuzhou remained silent.

A brief silence fell over the carriage.

Perhaps Wei Fuzhou knew what Luo Jiayin wanted.

He thought.

From the very beginning, he could tell that Luo Jiayin was a girl who was quite different from everyone else.

The longer Wei Fuzhou kept her by his side, the more he realized that she seemed greedy, wanting everything, yet at the same time, she seemed indifferent to everything and wanted nothing.