Twenty minutes later, the driver parked the car in front of the villa.
It was nearly midnight, the sun was high in the sky, and the air was bright but not dry.
On the lawn in front of the villa, a maid was pruning the rose bushes. When she looked up and saw Qiao Chen standing outside the fence, she immediately put down the shears and opened the door for him.
The maid opened the door and politely greeted, "Mr. Qiao."
Qiao Chen nodded to her, glanced into the room, and asked, "Is Fu Yan here?"
The maid smiled and said, "Young Master Fu went to the hospital and hasn't returned yet. Why don't you come in and have a seat?"
She gestured for him to make way for Qiao Chen.
Qiao Chen smiled meaningfully.
He knew that Yu Muqing had given Fu Yan a day off because she had gone to the hospital.
He opened the back door a little, bent down slightly, and leaned out to say to the person inside, "Mr. Xiao, please get out of the car."
Xiao Xin met his smiling gaze and moved closer to the car window with a blank expression.
Qiao Chen noticed his subtle movements, the smile in his eyes faded, and he said leisurely, "What, not going down?"
Xiao Xin glared at him: "Qiao Chen, what do you mean?"
Qiao Chen sneered: "Unless you're dead... Wasn't this your own suggestion?"
Following a madman will probably lead to an even faster death, right?
Seeing Xiao Xin remain silent with her lips pursed, he smiled and asked, "What, are you scared now?"
His eyes were full of mockery as he looked at Xiao Xin. Xiao Xin slowly tightened his grip on his fingertips and took a deep breath: "After you leave here, I will return the three hundred million to you as soon as possible."
Qiao Chen smiled coldly, "No need. I've suddenly changed my mind. Since you don't agree to go abroad, then stay with Fu Yan."
Xiao Xin clenched his back teeth, and even his breathing became uneven.
"Oh, right, there's something else I forgot to tell you..."
Qiao Chen looked at Xiao Xin and said, "Fu Yan has already paid off your debts. Since you're not in the hospital room, I reckon he'll be looking for you all over the place soon."
Xiao Xin's fingertips almost dug into her flesh, her breathing became increasingly rapid, and she asked in a trembling voice, "He... helped me pay off my debts?"
Qiao Chen, leaning against the car door and still peering into the car, chuckled, "That's right, and it happened during the Fu family's financial crisis. Fu Qingting will probably be furious when he wakes up..."
He hadn't seen Fu Yan get beaten up by Fu Qingting in a long time, and he was inexplicably looking forward to it.
Seeing the smug smile on his face, Xiao Xin felt a chill run down her spine. This Qiao Chen, beneath his gentle and refined exterior, was a complete devil...
Why would Fu Qingting give such a person such an important position? Was it inviting a wolf into the house or raising a tiger to cause trouble?
Xiao Xin didn't know, but he knew that Qiao Chen must be a dangerous person.
Xiao Xin was still in a daze when the car was suddenly hit violently. Xiao Xin's whole body trembled uncontrollably, and he almost strained his back again.
He held his back, and as soon as he looked up, he saw that familiar car.
The driver shielded his face with his arm, and upon seeing Fu Yan step out of the car in front, he looked at Qiao Chen in horror: "Mr. Qiao, this..."
Qiao Chen straightened up and stared intently at Fu Yan, who was walking towards him.
Fu Yan walked in and saw Qiao Chen, his face darkening: "What are you doing here?"
Seeing his sour face, Qiao Chen smiled instead of getting angry: "I've brought you a gift."
He glanced into the car as he spoke: "Look, here it is."
Fu Yan glanced to the side and a section of fair ankle came into view.
In just three seconds, he recognized who was sitting in the car.
"How did he end up with you?" Fu Yan frowned as he looked at Qiao Chen.
He had finished his morning appointment with the psychologist and was on his way to pick up Xiao Xin from the hospital when he arrived, only to find that she had already left.
Qiao Chen smiled strangely, crossed his arms, and slowly leaned close to Fu Yan's ear: "You'll have to ask him about that..."
As Xiao Xin listened to their conversation, a cold sweat broke out on his back. They were really trying to provoke him.
Fu Yan pushed Qiao Chen away, bent down and climbed into the car, reaching out to grab that slender white ankle.
Xiao Xin instinctively flinched as his cold ankle was encircled by a hot hand, but Fu Yan held his ankle even tighter and pulled him outwards more forcefully.
The next second, Fu Yan forcefully pulled him out of the car. After a dizzying moment, Xiao Xin was hoisted onto Fu Yan's shoulder.
This time, Xiao Xin didn't struggle, because he knew that struggling would be futile.
Seeing that he was quite well-behaved, Fu Yan reached out and pinched his thigh with a mischievous grin.
A tingling, itchy pain immediately shot through Xiao Xin's groin, like an electric current running through his internal organs, leaving him feeling numb and tingling.
Xiao Xin gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and closed her eyes tightly.
If you treat yourself like a dead person, you might feel less miserable.
As Fu Yan passed by Qiao Chen, he glared at him and said, "You can get lost now."
Qiao Chen looked at the back of his head and said meaningfully, "Keep a close eye on him, or he might get played by someone else behind your back."
Fu Yan froze, paused for a second, then carried Xiao Xin and walked quickly toward the gate.
Along the way, the servants scattered at the sight of Fu Yan's cold and stern face, not daring to utter a sound.
Fu Yan took the elevator directly to the bedroom on the second floor.
He opened the bedroom door, strode to the bedside, and violently threw Xiao Xin onto the bed.
Fu Yan lifted the hem of his clothes with both hands, removing the cumbersome restraints from his body.
With each movement, Fu Yan's abs were exposed to the air beneath his clothes, revealing their toned lines and the V-line running down his waist.
Xiao Xin's gaze fell on Fu Yan's hands as he unbuckled his belt.
Fu Yan's hand had bulging veins, stained with blood. Xiao Xin couldn't help but swallow, and leaned on the bed with her elbows as she retreated towards the French windows.
Fu Yan stripped down to his underwear, looked up and saw Xiao Xin moving to the other side of the bed. He chuckled and then grabbed Xiao Xin's ankle and pulled her closer.
A hint of fear flashed in Xiao Xin's usually indifferent eyes, but she never dared to look at Fu Yan.
Seeing that he was gritting his teeth and not saying a word, Fu Yan put his large hand on the back of Xiao Xin's neck and lifted Xiao Xin off the bed.
"..." Xiao Xin was suddenly pinched on the back of the neck by Fu Yan, her lips parted slightly, and she was breathing heavily.
Even though Fu Yan was holding Xiao Xin's head up by the back of his neck, Xiao Xin's gaze drifted elsewhere the whole time, and he never made eye contact with Fu Yan.
Fu Yan pinched the back of his neck hard. "Brother, look at me..."
Xiao Xin groaned uncomfortably and completely ignored his words.
"Why won't you look at me..." Fu Yan's tone was hurt, her gaze falling on his red lips as he exhaled, and on the tip of his tongue that trembled slightly with discomfort, her eyes growing darker and darker.
He lifted Xiao Xin's chin with one hand, forcing him to raise his head, and gently caressed Xiao Xin's lips with his fingertips.
Xiao Xin's heart pounded wildly, her fingers gripping the bed sheet tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white.
Seeing his stubbornness, Fu Yan chuckled, "I thought you'd become obedient since you weren't struggling earlier, but now you're not looking at me or saying anything. Does that mean you're rebelling against me?"
Xiao Xin didn't speak, and Fu Yan took it as a tacit agreement. He then slipped his fingertips between Xiao Xin's lips and pried open Xiao Xin's tightly clenched teeth.
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