As he spoke, he reached out to unbutton his suit jacket.
Watching him shed his clothes one by one, Meng Jingwei found herself increasingly unable to even cry out for help.
Despair washed over her, making the very air suffocating.
Just as Anthony stripped off his suit jacket and t-shirt, Meng Jingwei, in her utter despair, suddenly heard a loud bang.
The room door was kicked open from the outside.
"Ah Ye..."
Meng Jingwei called out, but her voice was so faint, Anthony couldn't possibly have heard.
They both turned towards the door, only to see Xiao Cheng, clad in a black t-shirt and loose camouflage pants, his demeanor radiating aggression, stride in from the bedroom entrance.
Anthony couldn't help but be taken aback. "How did you..."
Bang—!
Before he could finish his sentence, Xiao Cheng advanced with quick strides, clenched his right fist, and landed a heavy punch on Anthony's face. "You're f*cking asking for death!"
Staggering back a few steps from the blow, Anthony bumped into the tripod holding the camera and fell to the ground in a disheveled heap.
Spotting the camera, Xiao Cheng's face turned incredibly grim. His fists clenched, his face flushed with anger, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
An intense murderous aura emanated from Xiao Cheng.
Anthony had never seen Xiao Cheng like this. His expression grew somewhat panicked. "What do you think you're doing? Xiao Cheng, I advise you to be sensible. Don't forget, your father-in-law bowed to me. You... Bang!"
Xiao Cheng gave Anthony no chance to finish his words. He walked up to him and delivered a vicious kick to his head.
The kick, delivered with full force, made Anthony's nose bleed and stars burst before his eyes. He remained dazed for a long while, unable to react.
He only felt himself being subjected to a flurry of punches and kicks, accompanied by Xiao Cheng's violent curses.
However, his head was too dizzy to make out what Xiao Cheng was saying.
Lying on the bed, Meng Jingwei never expected that the person who burst in would be Xiao Cheng.
How had he gotten here?
Where was Qing Muye?
Numerous questions flooded her mind. Meng Jingwei wanted to ask for clarification, but she couldn't make a sound.
After finishing with Anthony, Xiao Cheng turned and walked to the bedside. Seeing Meng Jingwei still fully clothed, he let out a silent sigh of relief. "Don't be afraid, I'll take you away."
A moment ago, he was filled with menace, like a demon from hell; now, he was brimming with tenderness, his gaze affectionate and soft.
He lifted Meng Jingwei from the bed and turned to walk out of the room.
As he turned, Meng Jingwei glanced at Anthony and saw that he had fallen unconscious. She couldn't help but worry about Xiao Cheng.
"I know you want to ask me why I'm here,"
Xiao Cheng said as he walked. "I was just wandering the streets and saw you with Tie Zhuzi. I followed to see what was happening, and then I saw Tie Zhuzi being lured to the back door and entangled by seven or eight experts. I guessed you must be in danger, so I followed."
"Thank you."
Meng Jingwei was genuinely grateful.
But she didn't know what kind of drug Anthony had administered in the room; her voice was still hoarse.
Fortunately, Xiao Cheng had entered the room for a very short time and was in the bedroom, so it hadn't affected her in any significant way.
"Don't speak, get some rest. With me here, you'll be fine."
Xiao Cheng carried Meng Jingwei away from the Yatu Gewa Hotel.
But less than thirty seconds after they left, Tang Si arrived swiftly at the Yatu Gewa Hotel and headed straight for room 507 upstairs.
Xiao Cheng took Meng Jingwei to a nearby hotel, booked a room, and took her upstairs to rest. He also found a doctor and got medication.
He prepared a cup of medicine and helped Meng Jingwei, who was lying on the bed. "Here, drink this medicine."