Chapter 28: Lies

n Qianyun Island with great concern. Chu Li was even more worried. The brothers of the Mo family and the connection between them and the First Terror Organization weren't as deep as Ye Wei's and Shiyi...Chapter 28 Lies

The screeching sound of brakes echoed.

Ye Feimo was stunned by the frightened and disheveled woman in front of him, his brows furrowed as he clenched the steering wheel tightly. He immediately realized what had happened upon seeing her state and the two men nearby.

What enraged him now was that she had recklessly charged out without regard for her life.

He always drove fast; if not for braking quickly, she would have been hit and possibly killed.

In panic, Nuwan just wanted to stop the car to save her life, not thinking much. As a headstrong woman, she rather die than be taken advantage of by others, only realizing how close she was to death when the car stopped an inch from her.

The two men had not left; they must have been emboldened by their audacity.

Nuwan didn’t recognize Ye Feimo’s car at first. She reacted quickly and hurriedly came over to bang on his window, only to find it was him upon seeing him and froze: "Crazy Ye."

Ye Feimo's brows furrowed; Nuwan snapped out of her daze as if injected with adrenaline: "Mr. Ye."

The blackness in his eyes reflected the extremely disheveled appearance of a woman whose hair was loose, left cheek swollen and bruised, lip cracked and bleeding, shirt torn apart, half of her body exposed to air, arms covered in scratches, fingers trembling slightly as she held onto his sleeve.

The killing intent in his eyes faintly spread.

Daring anyone else to harm her was tantamount to seeking death.

Ye Feimo's gaze swept across the two men before pushing Nuwan aside and walking over without a word. It seemed like Nuwan wasn't imagining it; an icy chill radiated from him, his back resembling that of a ghostly specter as he blended into the eerie surroundings.

A very frightening, terrifying feeling.

Ten seconds later

The two men were sprawled on the ground, their limbs broken and writhing in agony.

So cool.

Clean, precise, decisive.

He walked a few steps but couldn't resist turning around to deliver one last ruthless kick to someone else.

warm was stunned, and he turned around to walk towards her. Against the distant lights, the handsome man walked step by step, like a **fallen angel, exuding an oppressive dark aura.

There wasn’t even a hint of heroic demeanor that one would expect from someone rescuing a distressed girl.

He approached and circled around warm to get into the car, coldly throwing out a word, "Get in."

warm picked up her own bag and looked at the two men who were howling on the ground. She felt somewhat relieved but also pitiful. She got into the car, and Ye Feimo drove off.

He was driving away from warm’s house.

He was very angry; this was what warm could sense even though he didn’t say or do anything, only driving calmly. But she felt his anger emanating from him.

The confined car seemed as cold as winter.

What was he mad about

Due to the Second Young Master Ye’s extremely high level of perversion and unpredictable mood swings, warm decided to remain silent so she wouldn’t step into a minefield. She tilted her head to look at him. Streetlights flashed frequently; in the alternating bright and dim lights, Ye Feimo's face appeared as beautiful as a god.

His profile was extremely charming, with soft yet firm contours, like the best artist’s depiction line by line. His noble elegance mixed with cold arrogance added an extraordinary charm.

He really was very handsome.

"Miss Wen, I know I look good. If you are infatuated, take a picture and look at it every night before bed."

"I will definitely have nightmares," warm responded reflexively before she could think rationally.

So narcissistic; what was so great about being handsome

Ye Feimo glanced coldly over, his gaze freezing warm as if ice had been pasted on her face. Even a swollen and painful feeling wouldn’t be worse than this.

"Do you often encounter such things" Ye Feimo asked.

"For the first time," warm pulled at her exposed clothing somewhat awkwardly.

He gave out a cold snort from his nose, clearly displeased. His face remained expressionless; warm found it strange whether his facial nerves were missing something.

Otherwise, why always the same expression

"What did you just call me"

The warmth despised her conditioned reflex, and she had already given Ye Feimo an epithet in her heart called "Ye Pervert". She blurted it out by accident.

"Mr. Ye"

"Why did I hear 'Ye Pervert'" he asked indifferently.

The warmth remained silent, pretending to be dead.

"Am I really a pervert"

Are you not a pervert The warmth thought. If you are not a pervert, who is in this world The most perverted person she had ever seen was Ye Feimo.

She continued to pretend to be dead.

Ye Feimo gave out a single hum from his nose.

The air conditioning inside the car was set too high, and the warmth felt cold. She pulled her shoulders closer together; her clothes had been torn almost to shreds, leaving her pale shoulders exposed. The extreme cold made her shiver uncontrollably.

Ye Feimo glanced at her expressionlessly from the corner of his eye. The warmth was moved but also disappointed—shouldn't the male lead in dramas always take off their own clothes to gently wrap them around the female protagonist Fictional stories indeed deceived people.

A tender-hearted male lead was just a fleeting fantasy.

He didn’t even offer her a comforting word. The warmth gave herself a self-deprecating smile, realizing that if she were truly bullied by someone else, he would probably not care much either.

He really doesn't care at all.

Thinking about it made sense—she wasn’t even acquainted with him; they were just involved in a deal. Why should he treat her gently if she had been wronged Besides, this man clearly didn't understand what gentleness meant anyway.

He treated all women other than his heartthrob like this, and there must have been at least a dozen women who received the same treatment as her. This thought brought her some consolation.

He reached out to turn off the air conditioning.

The warmth was taken aback, looking at him in surprise—was he being considerate

"I'm very cold," said the warmth.

Ye Feimo stared at her with a strange gaze fixated on her clothes. He coldly snorted, "What am I supposed to wear if you take off your clothes for me"

"Don't you know what it means to be a gentleman"

"A man who isn’t wearing an upper garment is called a beast, not a gentleman."

Wen Ran was moved to tears. Young Master Ye Er, didn’t beasts refer to those without lower garments

"What about someone without lower garments" Wen Ran asked shamelessly.

"The father of the beast."

Tears streamed down Wen Ran's face. "…"

Young Master Ye Er, is this cold humor So you’re a beast’s dad

Filial piety is truly just a fleeting cloud.

This person has always been insane.

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