Chapter 4 Comfort
Song Family Manor
Yu Zhi, holding the hem of her haute couture dress, slowly went up to the third floor under the guidance of the waiter. Although it was the most gaudy red color, it looked particularly charming on her and showed off her good figure perfectly.
It especially makes her skin look whiter.
The waiter was only in his early twenties. It was his first time meeting such a bright and flamboyant beauty like Yu Zhi, and his face was flushed the whole time.
"Miss, Mr. Song is here."
Yu Zhi lifted her curly hair that was blocking her view, curled her lips and said thank you, then walked into the lounge in her high heels.
As she entered the room, the first thing she noticed was the bodyguards scattered in various corners, and then the man sitting on the sofa.
The man had a pair of light gray eyes, a high nose bridge, fair skin, and wore a pair of gold-framed glasses. He looked very elegant and refined.
Yu Zhi knew that this was Song Chuhe.
Song Chuhe was obviously stunned when he saw Yu Zhi's outfit today. It was probably different from her usual style, which made the man's eyes darker.
He remained calm, smiled, stood up and greeted her: "I'm here, do you see the sea of flowers below?"
Yu Zhi was too lazy to waste time talking to him and went straight to the point: "I'm not here to celebrate your birthday, I'm here to deal with you."
Song Chuhe thought Yu Zhi was joking with him, so he responded gently: "But we are friends."
"Oh, then we'll break up now."
Yu Zhi's eyes were cold as she approached him step by step. The first one to realize that something was wrong was the bodyguard, but as soon as he rushed over, he was knocked to the ground by Yu Zhi.
The crisp sound of the bells mixed with the sound of fists and feet hitting the ground was not too abrupt in the room.
Seeing that she was really going to take action, Song Chuhe's smile disappeared, and the bodyguards scattered everywhere swarmed over.
Seeing that Yu Zhi did not seem weak at all among a group of burly men, a strange look flashed across Song Chuhe's eyes.
Yu Zhi didn't want to get entangled any further, and chopped them unconscious one after another without mercy.
Song Chuhe lost his composure. His hand slid into the secret compartment behind the sofa and slowly touched the handle of the gun.
Yu Zhi moved her wrist habitually, allowing Song Chuhe to see the unique silver bell bracelet clearly.
Song Chuhe's pupils suddenly shrank and he unconsciously let go of his hand.
With every step she took, the bell on her wrist rang. Although she was smiling, her eyes were cold.
Gradually, it overlapped with his increasingly blurred memories...
It was this moment of pause that made Song Chuhe miss the best opportunity. When his head hit the ground, he was still in a trance, looking up at her.
Yu Zhi looked down at the embarrassed Song Chuhe and said, "Mr. Song, we can't hold this birthday party anymore."
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Not long after, the bright and beautiful woman walked away slowly in her high heels, and the manor behind her was already in chaos. The originally gorgeous sea of flowers was filled with smoke, and the crowd was restless.
The central control system of the entire manor was also invaded by an unknown virus, and all surveillance was useless.
Song Yan'an, the second branch of the Song family, was already dissatisfied with Song Chuhe, and now that the situation had turned into such a chaotic mess, he was even more annoyed.
Song Yan'an wanted to seal off the manor and arrest him immediately, but was stopped by Song Chuhe. He had abrasions on the corners of his mouth and nose, and was stabbed in the waist and abdomen. Bright red blood stained his white shirt.
"No need to arrest anyone, it's a misunderstanding. Second Uncle, please suppress the matter for now."
Song Yan'an frowned: "To do something like this on our Song family's territory is a blatant slap in the face of the Song family! Are you crazy and still want to protect them?"
Song Chuhe stood up from the sofa, covering his wound. He was unhappy, but he still maintained his gentle and elegant appearance. However, the words he said did not make people hear the slightest gentleness: "The face of the Song family?"
He walked towards Song Yan'an step by step. Although he still had a smile on his face, he felt an inexplicable strong sense of oppression.
Song Chuhe said word by word: "Before I took over the Song family, the Song family's reputation had almost been lost at the hands of my second uncle. This little thing is not a big deal."
"You!" Song Yan'an was like a dog whose tail was stepped on, his shoulders shaking with anger.
But because Song Chuhe was now in power, he could only swallow his anger, glared at him viciously, and then slammed the door and left.
On the other side, Yu Zhi stopped under the street light.
[Host, I have a bad feeling.]
Yu Zhi looked up at the long queue of Pei family cars parked not far away, and the tall but slightly thin man standing in the night.
A Yue... is awake?
She felt both happy and complicated.
[This is fucked! I thought I could get this done quietly. Now, the rhythm is messed up and misunderstandings are inevitable.]
Yu Zhi frowned slightly. Some information could not be mentioned because it was impossible to align the granularity on both sides.
How to explain this kind of thing...
The man saw that she looked worried, and the aura around her became even more dangerous.
But he still tried his best to control the violent instinct that kept stirring up inside him, and said, "Come here."
Yu Zhi keenly noticed that he was in a bad mood, but driven by worry, she still hurried over.
"Ayue, you..."
Before she could open her mouth to complain, the man grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the nearest car in a forceful manner that left no room for refusal.
The people in the car immediately unbuckled their seat belts and got out, moving five meters away.
In the cramped space, Yu Zhi was pressed on the car seat by him. She had the ability to escape, but she was afraid of hurting Pei Yuezhou's wound, so she could only avoid it as much as possible.
But Yu Zhi's behavior obviously stimulated the man. He kissed the person under him fiercely and wrapped his strong arms around her waist.
His eager and arrogant look clearly wasn't caused by lust, but rather by the urgency of a prisoner who lacked a sense of security and was always on guard even in the light.
Yu Zhi was secretly entangled with him, but she couldn't help but feel distressed.
What on earth has he been through these years?
Pei Yuezhou moved his lips downwards and bit hard on the woman's beautiful collarbone, but this unexpectedly earned her a tighter hug, with her soft hands gently soothing his back.
"Ayue, don't be afraid, I'm here."
The man's body stiffened, and he looked at her with complicated eyes, and a subtle scrutiny.
There were tears in her eyes, and a surge of heartache, silently knocking at his defenses.
Pei Yuezhou's lips, which were originally pale, became more rosy after being rubbed with her lipstick, but his gradually increasing breathing showed that his current condition was terrible.
His big hand came to Yu Zhi's neck, and his words were full of morbid paranoia: "I will not give you the chance to see Song Chuhe again. I can only be by your side..."
The suffocating possessiveness envelops people little by little.
"Okay, I will never have anything to do with him again." Yu Zhi knew that the most important thing at the moment was to comfort him first.
The next second, the man's head hit his collarbone and he fainted completely. Yu Zhi's heart skipped a beat and she raised her hand to look down, only to find it covered in blood.
"Assistant Xu! Assistant Xu! Help him! His wound has opened again!"
Her shout startled people five meters away, and they got on the car at lightning speed.
Without saying a word, he stepped on the accelerator and drove fast.
Yu Zhi looked out the window and saw that the road was not right. She couldn't help but ask, "Aren't we going to the hospital?"
Special Assistant Xu remained calm and gently turned to Yu Zhi to explain: "Don't worry, Madam. The medical team is already waiting at home."
He looked well prepared, as if he had anticipated the outcome.
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