Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Chu Xiaoyun focused all her attention on how to get him to release Meng Wenjin.

She restrained her expression and pretended to be calm and tested:

"If that's the case, if you want revenge, why do you target only Brother Wenjin?"

Meng Wenjin occupied the living space that belonged to him, but at that time, he was just a child with no memory and no voice.

The culprit must be someone else.

Shouldn't the revenge against the Meng family be revenge against the Marquis of Yongding and his wife who abandoned him?

How could they just tie Meng Wenjin up in a secret room and bully her?

Que Yu glanced at Chu Xiaoyun with a half-smile, and opened his thin lips slightly:

"Who said I didn't take revenge on the others in the Meng Mansion?"

Chu Xiaoyun's mind flashed through the recent abnormality, her heart sank, and her eyes widened involuntarily.

"You are responsible for all the recent events in the mansion? My father-in-law was impeached, my mother-in-law has a migraine, and..."

Grandmother's illness.

Que Yu grew up struggling through life and death, living in darkness, and has never been a soft-hearted person.

When it comes to revenge, the means must be cruel and extreme, and it would be best to knock the person into the dust so that he can never get up again.

It's like this now, but it's just a drop in the ocean, not the complete destruction I want to achieve.

Que Yu smiled, but his look contained an extremely dangerous meaning.

Chu Xiaoyun felt as if a thousand-pound iron ingot was hung on her heart, and she became even more worried about Meng Wenjin's safety.

She couldn't hide it for a moment, and worry and anxiety quietly appeared on her face.

When Que Yu saw this, his eyes darkened slightly, but he still rubbed her head gently.

"Ayun, they gave birth to me but didn't raise me, and they also want to wantonly take my life. I'm going to fight back, and there's nothing wrong with that, right?"

He lowered his voice very slowly and softly, as if trying to coax her into agreeing with him.

If she was more compliant, Que Yu might be more soft-hearted.

But when Chu Xiaoyun thought of such a terrible environment, she couldn't hide her true feelings:

"But you shouldn't abuse lynching!"

Her tone was anxious, as if she was standing up for someone.

Que Yu was stunned for a moment by her words.

Abuse of lynching?

Meng Wenjin was trapped in a secret room, but no torture instruments were used on him.

He is not that despicable.

The torture instruments in the secret room, as well as the bloodstains on them, were all originally there.

Even this secret room was originally part of the Meng Mansion.

Que Yu wanted to explain, but when he saw Chu Xiaoyun's anxious look, he immediately lost interest in explaining.

"So, no matter what they did and what I went through, I should just watch them get better?"

Chu Xiaoyun was silent. She thought about what to say for a while and then pulled Que Yu's sleeve.

"Que Yu, Brother Wen Jin took your place, but after all, he didn't do anything to let you down. You have punished him lynched for the past few months, so let's stop here and let everything in the past be written off, okay?"

"Don't take his life."

She said this almost begging.

Obviously, Que Yu's influence has covered the entire Marquis' Mansion, which makes everything that happens in the mansion difficult to detect.

The reason why Chunying was not hurt was not because he was incapable of doing so, but because there was no need to do so.

If I were to be too tough, there was no guarantee that Brother Wen Jin would be more seriously injured.

Moreover, I know too much, and he will definitely not let me leave and expose his existence in a short period of time.

I guess I can't seek help from others, so now I can only beg for help with a humble attitude.

Que Yu couldn't bear to see her humble request and took a step back.

"Okay, Ayun. Once some things are settled, if Meng Wenjin is clean and leaves the Meng Mansion, I can save his life."

Chu Xiaoyun's eyes lit up.

"Okay, I will persuade Brother Wenjin to leave the Meng Mansion. He told me that he doesn't want to be a marquis. Then, we can find another way out..."

"We? You're leaving with him?"

Que Yu pondered the words, and anger suddenly rushed to his mind.

"Who cares about the Meng Mansion? Who cares about inheriting the title of Marquis?"

He looked at Chu Xiaoyun's attitude of being in charge, as if she and Meng Wenjin were on the same side, and the anger in his heart burned even more fiercely.

When Chu Xiaoyun wanted to let Meng Wenjin go, he did not show any emotional fluctuations.

But when he realized that she was going to leave with Meng Wenjin, Que Yu became furious.

At this time, he had completely thought through his feelings for Chu Xiaoyun.

He wanted to be with Chu Xiaoyun for a long time. He fell in love with Chu Xiaoyun and didn't want to be separated from her.

But now, it seems that there is only Meng Wenjin in Chu Xiaoyun's heart.

"Ayun, don't you have any sympathy for me?"

Que Yu uttered this sentence almost in a pleading tone.

Without waiting for Chu Xiaoyun to answer, his eyes became firm and fierce.

"I won't let Meng Wenjin go."

"No, you can't hurt Brother Wenjin..."

Chu Xiaoyun was still chattering on and on to defend Meng Wenjin, but Que Yu didn't want to listen anymore.

He turned around, reached out and pushed the person sitting on the bed down, and pulled the curtains closed.

The fierce kiss blocked Chu Xiaoyun's lips, and he sucked her lips skillfully, sucking the sweet saliva.

What used to be intimate activities between couples has now become unacceptable to Chu Xiaoyun.

Her eyes widened, somewhat incredulously.

Now that Meng Wenjin knows that Que Yu is not the one she wants to marry, how can she adapt to such intimacy?

"Let go...let go of me."

Chu Xiaoyun stretched out her hand and pushed hard.

In Que Yu's eyes, her refusal was because she was unwilling to let Meng Wenjin go.

Such thoughts lingered in Que Yu's mind, making him even more reluctant to stop, and his intimate actions became even more excessive.

The tongue that entered Chu Xiaoyun's mouth almost went deep into her throat. The desire in Que Yu's eyes almost became material, and his hands became restless.

Her clothes were torn and her hair was scattered.

Chu Xiaoyun was lying on the bed with her lips red and swollen. The rouge on her lips was smeared to the edges, making her look gorgeous and charming.

Her black hair fell like a waterfall, with a few unruly strands flowing down her torn clothes onto her exposed snow-white skin.

Red, black, and white, several colors overlap together, creating a colorful picture that is so ambiguous that people dare not look at it for too long.

Chu Xiaoyun closed her eyes tightly, not caring whether it would make the man even angrier. She clutched her clothes tightly with one hand and waved the other hand left and right, trying to stop his actions.

"Snapped."

A crisp sound was heard, and the room suddenly became eerily quiet.

Chu Xiaoyun felt the unusual touch remaining in her hand, and was startled, and quietly opened her eyes.

She saw a bright red palm print slowly appearing on Que Yu's face.

She used a lot of force and the damage she caused was deep.

“Haha, haha.”

Que Yu chuckled twice, with a thorough sadness emerging in his eyes.

"Do you hate me so much? Just because you know I'm not your brother Wenjin?"