The siblings' footsteps gradually faded away.
In the bathroom, Shi Ran finally 'couldn't bear it any longer,' tears sliding down the corners of her eyes as she sobbed pitifully.
However, Tang Si did not let her go, cruelly demanding more than half an hour before granting her freedom.
Holding her on the edge of the sink, he raised his hand, his thumb gently brushing away the tear stains on her face. Suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart, he said darkly, "Remember this, Shi Ran. Any woman I, Tang Si, have touched, even if I don't want her anymore, is not for him, Huo Xiaohua, to touch."
With that, he leaned down and gently pecked her red lips. "Little Ranran, you've touched my bottom line. From now on... be good."
As he spoke, he lightly patted her cheek, ignoring her tear-filled, fearful sobs.
On this day, Shi Ran didn't know how she left the Huo family.
And regarding Tang Si, she gained a new understanding of him, even harboring fear in her heart.
...
The Hidden Clan.
Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye descended the mountain. They visited a few clothing stores to pick out some outfits for Qing Muye, and then strolled through the night market.
But just then, an unwelcome guest once again appeared before Meng Jingwei.
"Hi, Miss Jingwei."
He Ka Lingchuan walked out from the crowd, greeted Meng Jingwei, and waved the item in his hand, saying with a chuckle, "I heard from Han Junyan that you don't have a phone, so I specially brought you one. Although you don't understand the Hidden Clan language, it won't affect you answering my calls."
Earlier, Meng Jingwei had seen He Xiaomingjin with a bruised face and thought He Ka Lingchuan was also injured. But at this moment, she realized that He Ka Lingchuan only had a slight bruise at the corner of his eye, with no other injuries.
In comparison, it seemed that He Ka Lingchuan's skills were not to be underestimated.
Before Meng Jingwei could speak, she suddenly felt a chill surrounding her, causing her to shiver unexpectedly.
Glancing to the side, she saw Qing Muye with a dark expression, staring at He Ka Lingchuan with ill intentions.
The look of wanting to stab someone couldn't be hidden.
At least Qing Muye's gaze was sharp.
A faint smile curved her red lips. She hadn't realized that Qing Muye was also a bit of a jealous type.
"No need, we can afford it."
Qing Muye strode forward, directly blocking in front of Meng Jingwei, interrupting He Ka Lingchuan's covetous gaze.
That look made him very unhappy.
His line of sight blocked, He Ka Lingchuan subconsciously turned his head, but Qing Muye also shifted a step, completely shielding Meng Jingwei.
He Ka Lingchuan withdrew his gaze, his brow furrowed into a Sichuan character. He looked Qing Muye up and down and said, "Who do you think you are? Get lost."
Hearing this, it was clear he hadn't learned Mandarin very well.
"I cannot comply." The man was a man of few words.
Although his ordinary appearance made him seem honest and reliable at first glance, his deep, dark gaze now carried a commanding aura, indeed putting some pressure on He Ka Lingchuan.
But who was he?
He was the youngest son of He Ka Qingtang, a man who walked the Hidden Clan with impunity. How could he be afraid of a nobody?
"I'll count to three. If you don't move, I'll make you kneel and leave here."
He sneered dismissively, casting a contemptuous glance at Qing Muye. "Three, two, one... Fine, you're dead."
He Ka Lingchuan slightly raised his right hand. "Break the legs of this blind idiot for me."
"Ah... Iron Pillar, you..."
Meng Jingwei tugged at Qing Muye's sleeve, instinctively wanting to call him 'A Ye,' but cleverly changed her address. "Let's just forget it. It's better to avoid trouble."