Xiao Xin's eyes filled with tears, and she grabbed Fu Yan by the collar, ready to punch him in the face.
However, before the fist could reach Fu Yan's face, Fu Yan easily grabbed his wrist.
"So you like having your hands tied, huh? Fine..." Fu Yan laughed, pressing down on Xiao Xin's wrist and quickly tying a knot with his tie.
With his ankle released, Xiao Xin raised his leg to kick him, but Fu Yan immediately grabbed his waist and flipped him over.
Xiao Xin knelt on the back seat of the car in a humiliating position, with Fu Yan pressing her hands directly against the car window.
Xiao Xin's back had just arched when Fu Yan pressed it back down with his palm.
Xiao Xin was pinned down and unable to move. After struggling for a while, beads of sweat began to appear on her forehead.
He gritted his teeth and whispered, "Fu Yan, stop fooling around..."
Fu Yan pressed down behind him, his chest against his back, and whispered in his ear, "Brother, are you begging me now?"
Fu Yan's hand touched the belt at his waist, and Xiao Xin's alarm bells went off. He quickly called out to him, "Please, don't..."
"It's too late, brother," Fu Yan said with a laugh as he easily unbuckled his belt. "Is it too late to beg me now?"
The air inside the car grew increasingly thin. Xiao Xin hung his head, utterly helpless. The hem of his clothes slid up, revealing a section of his slender, snow-white waist, which rose and fell with the rhythm of his breathing.
Seeing that he neither struggled nor spoke, Fu Yan breathed on his ear: "Why aren't you saying anything, brother? Show me the same fighting spirit you had when you slapped me..."
As he spoke, he pinched Xiao Xin's bare waist hard. Xiao Xin trembled uncontrollably at his movement and gasped for breath.
Fu Yan was very satisfied with his reaction. He knew that Xiao Xin's waist was his sensitive area, and he could hit it every time he touched it.
Fu Yan had just grabbed his waistband when Xiao Xin immediately stopped him, shouting, "Fu Yan, if you dare touch me today, we're both finished!"
Fu Yan paused in his grip on his waistband, chuckled, and said, "This isn't something I can decide..."
Then, without hesitation, he pulled down Xiao Xin's bottom line.
Xiao Xin closed his eyes, humiliation and embarrassment engulfing him in the cramped carriage.
“Fu Yan…”
Xiao Xin lowered her head and sobbed softly, "I was wrong..."
Fu Yan was in the middle of a lively conversation when he asked breathlessly, "Brother, what did I do wrong?"
"I thought you hadn't changed..." Xiao Xin sobbed softly, her voice a little hoarse.
But now all of Fu Yan's actions tell him that Fu Yan has changed. Fu Yan no longer respects him, nor understands him, and no longer cares about whether he is in pain...
Fu Yan's lips curled into a mocking smile as he whispered in his ear, "Brother, it's not that I've changed, it's that you've changed. I want to let you go too, but my heart won't allow it. I can't control my urge to find you, to see you. But what about you?"
Xiao Xin didn't speak, but continued, "Do you know how much my heart ached when you left the villa without hesitation?"
"..." Xiao Xin gritted her teeth and swallowed her tears, the pain in her body reaching deep into her heart.
“You don’t trust me, you want to leave me, fine, I’ll let you go, but why did you frame me?” Fu Yan paused here, “And you even hit me for the sake of others…”
Xiao Xin roared, "Did I wrong you! What's going on with Mo Xuan? And what's going on with the Mo family?"
Fu Yanxin's heart clenched, and she curved her lips into a slight smile. "Looks like I haven't even used my full strength yet. You still have the mind to mention other people at a time like this..."
"..."
Before long, Xiao Xin gritted his teeth, and his knuckles, which were pressed against the car window, began to turn white from the force.
"..." He was in so much pain that his heart trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.
After an unknown amount of time, the car became filled with a stuffy, hot atmosphere, creating a stark contrast with the freezing cold air outside, which was eight degrees below zero.
Xiao Xin finally fell silent, and only then did Fu Yan stop torturing him.
He held the unconscious Xiao Xin in his arms, looking down at every mottled and messy mark on his body, feeling satisfied and content.
Fu Yan helped him put on his clothes, and seeing that Xiao Xin had his eyes closed, he bent his index finger and lifted Xiao Xin's chin.
Xiao Xin's face, which had been expressionless, furrowed slightly in discomfort because of Fu Yan's actions.
Fu Yan pulled his head into his arms, smoothed his furrowed brows with his fingertips, and whispered with his chin against his forehead, "Brother, I missed you so much..."
Whether Xiao Xin heard him or not, Fu Yan continued, "I didn't do what happened to the Mo family, but Dad is safe in our hospital..."
“Fu Yan…” Xiao Xin suddenly murmured.
Fu Yan: "Brother, I'm here."
“I…hate you,” Xiao Xin said, enunciating each word clearly.
Fu Yan paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Fine, then you can hate me for the rest of your life."
Xiao Xin: "..."
*
Fu Yan drove Xiao Xin back to the villa, and then drove to Jiang Yuqing's company.
office.
Jiang Yuqing was intently watching the computer screen when the door was suddenly kicked open with a "bang".
Fu Yan walked straight to his table, grabbed Jiang Yuqing by the collar, and punched him to the ground.
The secretary rushed in from outside, looking terrified when she saw Jiang Yuqing lying on the floor. "I'm so sorry, President Jiang, we..."
Jiang Yuqing glared at him with a gloomy face: "Get out and close the door."
The secretary lowered her head, turned and walked out of the office without saying a word, closing the door behind her.
Seeing how easily Jiang Yuqing could be beaten, Fu Yan squatted down next to him and asked, "Did you do what happened to the Mo family?"
A warm rush of fluid gushed from Jiang Yuqing's nostrils, the damp, salty, and fishy smell wafting through her nose. She looked up and saw Fu Yan's face, which was showing suppressed anger. She sneered, "What, are you here to interrogate me?"
Fu Yan grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and lifted him up from the ground: "I'm fucking asking you a question."
He hadn't even had a chance to get involved in that project when he heard it had been stolen by someone else.
Blood gushed from her nose, and Jiang Yuqing raised her hand to wipe it away.
He looked at the blood on his hands, his smile fading, and he stared coldly at Fu Yan: "Fu Yan, who do you think you're talking to?"
"I fucking don't care who you are." Fu Yan grabbed his collar and punched him again.
Jiang Yuqing turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. The bright red blood at the corner of his mouth made his pale face look even more eerie.
He raised his hand and covered his mouth with the back of his hand, coughing lightly twice.
Fu Yan straightened up and looked down at him: "If you want to withdraw your investment, then withdraw. But anyone who touches my people will die."
Jiang Yuqing suddenly laughed, "Hahaha... Fu Yan, are you fucking stupid? I've withdrawn my investment from Fu's Group, so what are you going to do with me?"
Fu Yan looked down at Jiang Yuqing, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He had never seen Jiang Yuqing so manic before.
Jiang Yuqing braced herself against the ground and sat down in the office chair next to him. She took a breath and looked up at him defiantly: "Xiao Xin, or the Fu family, choose one?"
Fu Yan stared at him coldly, without saying a word.
Jiang Yuqing lifted her foot and rubbed the tip of her shoe against his calf, saying with a half-smile, "Or, you can choose me."
Fu Yan's lips twitched, and he took a step back: "Jiang Yuqing, is He Yunzhou's death related to you?"
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