"Bang—"
Before Xiao Xin could react, a large hand pressed down on the back of his head and slammed him straight onto the coffee table.
His face was pressed against the cold coffee table, and his knees slammed heavily onto the ground, sending a sharp pain through him.
Fu Yan overturned the cake on the table and pressed down on Xiao Xin's nape, whispering in his ear, "Uncle, how come I never noticed that your mouth not only likes to bite randomly, but also likes to make random noises?"
Xiao Xin twitched his neck and slammed his shoulder against the coffee table.
Fu Yan pressed his hand down even harder.
"Cough..." Xiao Xin's throat was pressed against the edge of the coffee table, unable to speak because Fu Yan was pressing down on him.
"Madman... let go, cough..."
Xiao Xin squeezed out these words intermittently through his teeth.
Fu Yan's eyes were deep and dark. He tightened his grip on Xiao Xin's nape, his well-defined fingers pressing five red marks onto Xiao Xin's fair neck.
"Ugh..."
Xiao Xin was held down tightly by him, his face turning red from difficulty breathing.
Fu Yan continued to breathe in his ear: "Uncle, I gave you a chance just now, you asked for it..."
His fingertips were gripping Xiao Xin's neck, feeling the throbbing arteries in his neck; his fingertips almost dug into Xiao Xin's skin.
The more Xiao Xin resisted, the harder Fu Yan pinched her.
Xiao Xin finally stopped struggling. A sharp pain shot through his Adam's apple as he pressed it against the coffee table, as if the skin had been rubbed raw.
Because of the struggle, tears welled up in his eyes, and with his back to Fu Yan, he couldn't see the expression on Fu Yan's face.
Xiao Xin was wrong. He shouldn't have angered this madman, and he shouldn't have approached him so carelessly.
Looking at his helpless struggle, Fu Yan suddenly laughed: "Uncle, didn't you like to cry? Why aren't you crying anymore?"
I was holding him and crying nonstop in the hallway yesterday.
Xiao Xin's ears were ringing, his brain was rushing with blood, and he couldn't hear what he was saying.
Is this madman trying to make him cry...?
However, Xiao Xin usually doesn't cry. He won't cry because he's been hit or is in pain unless he feels wronged.
But he had no time to think about anything else; his breath grew thinner and thinner, and he felt he was about to die…
Seeing that he was no longer responding, Fu Yan grabbed Xiao Xin's hair and slammed him to the ground.
He looked at Xiao Xin coldly: "I told you to leave earlier, why didn't you leave?"
Xiao Xin was panting weakly, like a goldfish caught by a naughty child on the shore, barely clinging to life, his clothes torn and twisted, looking extremely disheveled.
Fu Yan was that "mischievous child".
His prank succeeded, and Xiao Xin is almost finished...
Xiao Xin's head was throbbing with pain, and she didn't have the strength to answer Fu Yan's question.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Fu Yan's chest heaved with anger. He grabbed Xiao Xin from the ground, raised his voice, and coldly demanded, "I asked you why you didn't leave just now—"
Xiao Xin heard him clearly this time. He breathed weakly, uttering the words intermittently through his breath: "Neck...chain..."
Seeing that he looked half-dead, Fu Yan grabbed his chin with his thumb and forcibly made Xiao Xin look up into his eyes: "Just how important is that necklace to you that you would risk your life to get it?"
Xiao Xin forced his eyes open and looked at the confusion and fear in Fu Yan's eyes. He weakly curled the corners of his mouth, opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say anything.
"Tell me, why?"
Fu Yan tightened his grip, his eyes reddening with anger. His usually indifferent expression now seemed to show shock or rage, and his eyes even seemed to be filled with tears.
Xiao Xin couldn't understand his expression or the emotions in his eyes, so she asked, "Fu... Yan, right?"
This was the first time he had called Fu Yan by his name.
From Yu Muqing's words, he guessed Fu Yan's name.
Fu Yan chuckled in exasperation, unsure why Xiao Xin had suddenly called his name, but still replied, "Yes, that's right..."
Xiao Xin suddenly changed her gaze to one of pity, looking at Fu Yan and saying softly, "Fu Yan, you're so pitiful..."
Fu Yan paused for a moment, his eyes red, the smile on his lips froze, and his aura suddenly turned chilling.
He didn't need anyone's sympathy or pity; Xiao Xin's words were tantamount to rubbing salt into his wounds.
"Who gave you permission to look at me like that..."
Fu Yan's face was cold and gloomy. He grabbed Xiao Xin's hair with his five fingers and slammed it against the edge of the coffee table.
Xiao Xin's forehead was instantly cut open, and blood gushed down from his temple.
Blood trickled down Xiao Xin's left eye, blurring his vision.
Xiao Xin blinked, looking at Fu Yan's left eye, which was a hazy, bloodshot red.
He wiped the blood that had flowed into his eyes with his hand, and his left cheek instantly turned a terrifying crimson. The hair at his temples was also sticky with blood, hanging down like thorns.
Fu Yan was only stunned for a moment when he saw his disheveled face.
He grabbed Xiao Xin's hair, forcing Xiao Xin to look up at him, and sneered, "Let me tell you, don't look at me like that, looking at trash. I don't need pity or sympathy for useless things!"
After saying that, he grabbed Xiao Xin's hair and threw her to the ground, then grabbed his coat and walked toward the door.
Xiao Xin coldly watched his retreating figure, chuckled awkwardly, and then let out a furious roar: "Hey, brat! My necklace—"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Yan suddenly froze on the spot.
Xiao Xin thought the man had a change of heart and was going to return the necklace to him.
With a loud thud, Fu Yan fell to the ground, his head slamming straight down.
Xiao Xin blinked in surprise as he watched the tall, imposing figure who had been standing there so arrogantly just a moment ago suddenly crash to the ground like a mountain.
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