It Started With a Kiss: Leng Shao's Beloved Wife

Before Wu Xinyan could finish her words, one of the men roughly covered her mouth and dragged her into the van. She struggled desperately, her high heels scraping against the road, but to no avail. The car door slammed shut, cutting off her last hope.

The van sped along and finally stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse. Wu Xinyan was thrown to the ground by the men like cargo. She struggled to get up, but was kicked hard.

"You bitch, you're still so stubborn!" A man with a scar on his face said viciously, "If you know what's good for you, call the Luo family and tell them you're willing to go back. Otherwise..."

"What else?" Wu Xinyan endured the pain and looked at him coldly.

The scarred man sneered, pulled out a gleaming dagger from his pocket, and waved it in front of her: "What do you think?"

Wu Xinyan's heart sank. She knew these people were sent by Luo Tingting to force her to return. However, she was completely disappointed with the Luo family. How could she possibly go back and be their puppet?

"You can kill me or chop me up, it's all up to you!" Wu Xinyan closed her eyes, looking ready to die.

The scarred man didn't expect her to be so stubborn. He was stunned for a moment, then became even more angry and embarrassed: "If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the penalty! Brothers, teach her a lesson!"

In the following days, Wu Xinyan suffered inhuman torture. She was beaten all over and her clothes were torn to shreds, but she never gave in and never shed a tear.

"Enough!" At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

The door of the warehouse was pushed open, and Luo Tingting walked in, followed by several bodyguards. She looked at Wu Xinyan lying on the ground, dying, and a trace of pity flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by coldness.

"Xinyan, are you okay?" Luo Tingting walked up to Wu Xinyan and asked with pretended concern.

Wu Xinyan opened her eyes with difficulty and looked at the hypocritical woman in front of her, her heart filled with anger and despair.

"What do you want?" Wu Xinyan asked hoarsely, using her last bit of strength.

"I told you, I just want you to go back." Luo Tingting squatted down, looked into Wu Xinyan's eyes, and said word by word, "As long as you are willing to go back, I can guarantee that you will never be hurt again."

Wu Xinyan smiled bitterly. She had seen Luo Tingting's true face. This woman would do anything to achieve her goals, even at the cost of hurting her.

"Go back? Back to that cold cage?" Wu Xinyan shook her head, her eyes filled with despair. "I'd rather die!"

"You..." Luo Tingting was furious. She stood up suddenly and pointed at Wu Xinyan's nose and cursed, "Don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit! Do you think you have any choice?"

"That's enough, Tingting."

A deep voice boomed from the warehouse door. Luo Tingting's face changed, and she turned around to see Luo Yichen standing at the door. His face was ashen, and his deep eyes were burning with rage. He was followed by several bodyguards, who were controlling the group of malicious thugs.

Seeing Luo Yichen, Wu Xinyan's heart trembled violently, and a complex emotion surged in her heart. Was it grievance, anger, or... a glimmer of hope? She struggled to get up, but fell back weakly due to the pain.

"Yi Chen, why are you here?" Luo Tingting asked in surprise, but her eyes were flashing with panic.

Luo Yichen ignored her and strode over to Wu Xinyan. Seeing her covered in bruises, he felt a mixture of heartache and anger that almost consumed him. He carefully picked Wu Xinyan up, his tone gentle but with unquestionable determination, "I'll take you away from here."

Wu Xinyan leaned weakly in his arms, feeling his warm body temperature, and finally couldn't help but burst into tears. She wanted to tell him that all this was done by Luo Tingting, but she was too tired and didn't even have the strength to speak.

Luo Yichen carried Wu Xinyan out of the warehouse and headed straight for the car parked on the side of the road. Luo Tingting chased after him and tried to stop him, but was stopped by Luo Yichen's cold eyes. "We'll settle this matter later."

The car sped along, finally stopping in a secluded courtyard. Wu Xinyan was placed in a comfortable room, and Luo Yichen hired the best doctors to treat her. Looking at her drowsy face, his heart felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand, the pain unbearable.

Just when Luo Yichen was worried about Wu Xinyan's injury, Wu Xinyan woke up in a daze. She struggled to get up, but found a kind old man sitting beside the bed, looking at her with a smile.

"Child, are you awake?" the old man asked kindly. "How do you feel?"

Wu Xinyan was stunned for a moment and asked doubtfully: "You are..."

"I'm the owner of this house. You can call me Uncle Li." The old man said with a smile, "Yi Chen is worried about you, so he asked me to take care of you."

Hearing the word "Yi Chen", Wu Xinyan's heart ached for no reason. She turned her head away, avoiding the old man's gaze, and said coldly: "I don't need his hypocrisy!"

"Child, you misunderstood Yichen." Uncle Li sighed and said earnestly, "He didn't mean to hurt you. He has his own difficulties."

"Hardships? What hardships?" Wu Xinyan sneered, her heart full of doubts.

Uncle Li looked at Wu Xinyan and slowly revealed the secrets of the Luo family that had been kept secret for many years. He told her about the feud between the two brothers, the experience of Luo Yichen's mother, and the pressure and pain Luo Yichen had endured over the years.

"Yi Chen, he..." Wu Xinyan was shocked listening to the old man's story. She never knew that Luo Yi Chen, who seemed cold and heartless, actually hid such deep pain behind him.

Uncle Li's words were like a flash of lightning, cleaving the fog in Wu Xinyan's heart. It turned out that Luo Yichen wasn't as cold and heartless as she had imagined; he had his own difficulties and reasons. Thinking back on their time together, his gentleness and care—was it really just a show? Wu Xinyan's heart was in turmoil. She began to doubt her judgment and her hatred for Luo Yichen.

Meanwhile, Luo Yichen was desperately searching for Wu Xinyan. Like an enraged lion, he tore through the numerous obstacles set by the opposition, pursuing every clue. His heart ached, regretting his impulsiveness and the harm he had done, and fearing the loss of Wu Xinyan. He had only one thought in mind: find her, explain everything, and beg for her forgiveness.

"Xinyan, where are you?" Luo Yichen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the dark night sky outside, muttering to himself, his eyes full of anxiety and worry.

Meanwhile, under Uncle Li's meticulous care, Wu Xinyan's condition gradually improved. Uncle Li's words stirred a storm in her heart, and she could no longer escape. She had to find out the truth. Ultimately, she made a decision—to return to the Luo family and to Luo Yichen.

However, just as Wu Xinyan was about to leave, danger crept in. Cousin Luo appeared in front of her with a sinister smile.

"You still want to go back? Dream on!" Cousin Luo said gritting her teeth, holding a sharp fruit knife in her hand, with a crazy light flashing in her eyes.

Wu Xinyan was startled and subconsciously tried to dodge, but her weak body prevented her from moving. As she watched her cousin Luo approaching, her heart sank to the bottom...

"Go to hell, Wu Xinyan!"