Chapter 80: If You Have the Guts, Kill Me

Yu Wanqing was stunned; she hadn’t expected the world to be so small. Not only was Feng Yuqi Ye Yaoyao’s little brother, but he was also Shen Yan’s assistant? This...

Feng Yuqi scratched his nose, a little embarrassed—his job didn’t sound all that impressive.

“It’s fine, just call me whenever you’re free. I’ll come anytime,” Yu Wanqing said with a lovestruck smile.

...

As soon as Ye Yaoyao entered the house, she received a message from Yu Wanqing, excitedly proclaiming she had won Feng Yuqi over.

She replied with two words: Congratulations.

Looking up, Ye Yaoyao saw Ye Qian coming out. She hurried over to support him, “Second Brother, you’re injured. You should be resting. Why did you get up?”

“What did you go out for?” Ye Qian answered her question with another. He leaned in and sniffed her, “Did you go out for a midnight snack?”

“I’m stuck at home with all these responsibilities, and you go out for a midnight snack?”

He’d woken up in the middle of the night and found Ye Yaoyao gone, worried that people from the Black Boss’s side had come for her. Not wanting to make his concern obvious, he changed the subject.

“Sis, has our relationship become so distant?”

“Oh come on, you’re not even seriously hurt. My friend invited me out for barbecue, so I went.” Ye Yaoyao helped him back to his room. “Lie down first.”

With her care, Ye Qian lay down on the bed, his eyes scanning her. Suddenly, he saw faint bloodstains on the back of her shirt.

“Yaoyao, come here.”

“What’s wrong?” she asked, complying.

Ye Qian grabbed the hem of her shirt. “What did you go out for? Why is there blood on you?” In an instant, his face grew tense. “Are you hurt?”

Following his hand, Ye Yaoyao looked and guessed it must be the Black Boss’s blood.

Tsk. She had been too angry last night, and Yu Wanqing’s confession had made her forget all about it.

“It probably got on me at the barbecue stand. I watched the owner cook every dish myself, it was clean,” Ye Yaoyao answered, face unchanged.

Ye Qian didn’t believe her. “Really?”

“Of course. What else could it be? Do you think I went out in the middle of the night looking to get beat up?”

She tucked his hand back under the covers. “Maybe I got it while tending your wound.”

“Don’t overthink, Second Brother, I’m fine.”

Ye Qian thought maybe she was right—maybe he was just being too anxious.

Back in her room, Ye Yaoyao stripped off her clothes and tossed them aside.

There was still someone she needed to deal with.

No rush.

Take it slow.

Ye Yaoyao took the day off. After being up until the middle of the night, there was no way she could get up for work. That was the benefit of working at her own family’s company.

When Ye Qian woke up, he received a message from the Black Boss, saying he wanted to apologize in person.

What was going on?

That wasn’t how things were when the Black Boss had led people to raid his place yesterday.

Involuntarily, Ye Qian recalled the bloodstains on Ye Yaoyao’s shirt last night.

She’d gone out—was it connected?

Ye Qian sat eating breakfast in the dining room when Ye Yaoyao, yawning, came out.

“Morning, Second Brother.”

She sat down and took the breakfast he handed her. “Let me see if your cooking has improved.”

All the Ye siblings were good cooks—it ran in their mother Liu Ruyan’s blood.

Liu Ruyan used to love cooking, but after that incident, she rarely did anymore.

“As always, nothing special, just passable,” Ye Yaoyao said honestly.

“I’ll do better next time,” Ye Qian said, lifting his chin.

“I’ll be waiting,” she grinned playfully.

Ye Qian decided he was overthinking. Ye Yaoyao had always grown up pampered, a good girl with no experience of bloodshed, except for running headlong into Shen Yan. The Black Boss incident couldn’t possibly have anything to do with her.

Ye Qian picked up his jacket from the sofa. Ye Yaoyao stayed where she was. “Aren’t you going to rest here a few more days? You’re still hurt.”

“No, I’ve got things to handle.”

“Well, if you end up dead, don’t blame me for not stopping you,” she teased.

“Do I look like the type?” Ye Qian rolled his eyes.

She spread her hands. “Who knows?”

After Ye Qian left, Ye Yaoyao’s smile vanished, her eyes turning cold.

Never again.

Such things would never happen again.

Because this time, she would handle it.

Just then a message came in. She took a look, changed her clothes, and left.

Outskirts of the city. An abandoned factory.

A man, battered and bruised, crawled along the floor, only to be dragged back by Feng Yuqi every time he managed to move forward.

Again and again, with relish.

When he saw Ye Yaoyao, Feng Yuqi called out, “Boss.”

“You can go for now,” she said.

Feng Yuqi still had to keep a low profile, working under Shen Yan.

“No worries, I already asked Brother Yan for leave.” Feng Yuqi brushed the dust off his hands, casually adding, “Brother Yan is easy to talk to.”

Ye Yaoyao’s expression barely changed. She just nodded and walked toward the man on the ground.

The man crawled to her feet, his bloodied hand reaching for her shoe.

“Spare me, I beg you...”

He was Ye Qian’s right-hand man.

It was his betrayal that led to Ye Qian’s injury last night.

Ye Yaoyao pulled her foot away, then stomped down hard on his hand, grinding it into the floor.

The man screamed, but her face remained calm.

“Spare you? Did you think of sparing Ye Qian when you betrayed him?”

She pressed down harder. “Black Boss brought all those men aiming to kill him. If he hadn’t escaped by sheer luck, would you have given your life in exchange for his?”

The more she learned, the deeper her hatred for this man grew.

So close. Ye Qian had almost died!

And could this wretch’s life possibly pay for that?

Ice-cold, she held him down until his hand was a bloody mess before letting go.

He nearly fainted from the pain. He’d thought this girl was here to save him—who could have guessed she was the mastermind!

Damn it!

That useless Black Boss—so many men and they couldn’t even kill Ye Qian!

“Who are you to Ye Qian?” Realizing what awaited him, he stopped struggling. “His little lover? That little pretty boy actually has admirers?”

“Pretty boy?”

Hearing the insult, Ye Yaoyao laughed. Ye Qian’s looks were delicate, but he was decisive and strong—a real man. She’d never heard anyone call him that before.

She lifted her foot, propped up his chin. “All these years by his side, you must have been eaten up with jealousy, right? Thought you were better than him but still just his lackey?”

“Aren’t I better than him? If not for his family backing, would someone like him have gotten this far?” the man spat. “Black Boss promised to help me get rid of him, put me in charge. But he’s all brute force, not as clever as Ye Qian.”

“You think you’re smarter than Ye Qian, but look at you now. Why couldn’t you escape me, genius?”

Her words dripped with sarcasm as she kicked him hard in the ribs.

She wanted him to feel every bit of pain, clear-headed.

“If you’ve got the guts, just kill me. What’s the point of torturing me?” he roared.