The Counterattack of a Wealthy Family's Substitute

When Xi Yuanchen came out and saw Yao Yingxi, he was flustered and frowned unhappily.

After returning from the hotel, Yao Yingxi's mood was very strange, as if she was avoiding him.

Once could be a coincidence, but what just happened is the fourth time.

Yao Yingxi went to the dressing room to change into a set of home clothes. She had just opened the door to enter the bedroom and hadn't even closed the door when Xi Yuanchen forcefully pulled her over.

Yao Yingxi was startled, but quickly realized that the person who grabbed her was Xi Yuanchen.

At this moment, her body was pressed against the wall, with Xi Yuanchen pressing against her in front of her, leaving her with no way out.

Xi Yuanchen buried his head and kissed her neck. Yao Yingxi felt a chill run down her spine and trembled. She instinctively pulled away from Xi Yuanchen's touch.

For some reason, whenever Xi Yuanchen touched her or she was with him, she would always think of Li Zhi lying on the chair, his body covered in bruises.

It sends chills down your spine and makes you tremble.

Xi Yuanchen initially thought she hadn't realized what was happening and continued kissing her, but Yao Yingxi subconsciously avoided his touch twice in a row.

It would be foolish not to think of a reason. He removed his head from Yao Yingxi's neck and looked at Yao Yingxi in front of him.

Yao Yingxi's eyes were slightly red and filled with a tender mist. Her teeth chattered as she spoke to Xi Yuanchen, "Mr. Xi... I'm not feeling well."

She couldn't force herself to accept Xi Yuanchen's touch; the moment she closed her eyes, that person would appear in her mind.

Xi Yuanchen didn't speak, he just kept looking at her.

Yao Yingxi kept avoiding looking at Xi Yuanchen.

Xi Yuanchen's pupils contracted slightly, his eyes flashed strangely, and his expression grew increasingly sinister: "Are you afraid of me?"

Yao Yingxi hurriedly shook her head: "No...no."

Although she said that, her eyes kept darting around, and she looked somewhat flustered.

Xi Yuanchen's lips curled into a wicked smile as he gripped Yao Yingxi's chin, forcing her to lift her head: "Are you afraid of me?"

He asked again, and their breaths mingled.

Yao Yingxi shook her head frantically, like a rattle-drum: "No, no."

Her eyes reddened slightly, and she was terribly afraid, but also afraid that Xi Yuanchen would be angry.

Xi Yuanchen gripped her chin tighter and tighter, leaning down to whisper in Yao Yingxi's ear, "I've never been a good person."

Warm breath fell on Yao Yingxi's skin, but her voice was cold, just like the snowy weather in the depths of winter.

What you saw today is my true nature; the world isn't as good as you think.

Xi Yuanchen has never been a good person; he is cruel and bloodthirsty to the core. There are many people who want him dead, so he has no choice but to strike first and deal with them.

Xi Yuanchen raised his right hand and touched Yao Yingxi's hair, his eyes deep and mocking: "Anyone who can achieve my status, and anyone you met tonight, has a few lives on their hands."

After saying that, he released his grip, took a few steps back, and his eyes were filled with anger.

He suppressed the urge to drag Yao Yingxi to see how he dealt with those who wanted to kill him, how he made them open their eyes and watch as he lost his hands and feet.

He gave Yao Yingxi a deep look before opening the bedroom door and slamming it shut.

The door slammed shut with a loud bang, the sound echoing throughout the bedroom.

Yao Yingxi's legs went weak, and she squatted on the ground, hugging herself tightly. Tears streamed down her face, falling more and more heavily.

She really wanted to hold Xi Yuanchen's hand and tell him that she didn't mind, that she didn't mind whether he was good or bad.

Throughout all that has happened, Xi Yuanchen has always been kind to me and has never treated me the way he treats others.

As long as I think he's good, I don't care what he does outside. Those actions just now were simply something I couldn't accept at the moment.

Having been together for so long, Xi Yuanchen had been too good to her, so she forgot that to sit in a position of respect that everyone could not avoid danger. If he did not lay a hand on others, others would lay a hand on him, just like Li Zhi and Li Yong.

That's why it's hard to accept it right now.

Yao Yingxi got up from the ground, opened the door and went out to chase after Xi Yuanchen, but the living room was empty and she did not see Xi Yuanchen after she went out.

She lowered her eyes, which were red-rimmed.

Xi Yuanchen got into the apartment, his expression extremely grim, and slammed his fist on the steering wheel.

His eyes were fixed ahead, cold and terrifying.

It used to be Ye An'an, now it's Yao Yingxi, one or two of them are like canaries in a cage.

At the same time, on the top floor of the most luxurious hotel in Yuncheng, Liang Pingyin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the dimly lit scene below, with cars coming and going on the street, her eyebrows slightly raised.

She looked down at the documents in her hand, then suddenly moved them aside and tore them in half.

She tore a stack of A4 papers into pieces, opened the French doors, went to the balcony, and threw all the shredded paper downstairs.

He looked at the body crushed by the car and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

What makes a fallen heiress a match for me?

She smiled dismissively, her eyes fixed ahead.

For several days in a row, Yao Yingxi stayed in her apartment but couldn't get anything done.

Since that day, Xi Yuanchen has never returned, and she hopes in her heart that he will open the door.

But after waiting for almost a week, Xi Yuanchen was nowhere to be seen.

A TV drama adapted from a romance novel was playing on the television, but her gaze was fixed on the screen, her thoughts drifting far away.

Suddenly, the voice of a female supporting character from a TV drama rang out: "Instead of trying to figure out what he's doing, why not just call and ask? It's simple and convenient."

Those words pulled Yao Yingxi's wandering thoughts back, and she focused her attention back on the television.

After a long pause, she got up from the sofa, went to the bedroom, picked up her phone, and called Xi Yuanchen.

The call was quickly answered, but of course, it couldn't have been Xi Yuanchen who answered.

"Hello, Ms. Yao."

Hearing Anan's voice, Yao Yingxi's tense heart relaxed a little: "Secretary Nan, may I speak with Mr. Xi for a moment?"

"I'm afraid not, Miss Yao, the boss is very busy right now."

Anan's voice seemed to be undermining Yao Yingxi's courage.

Yao Yingxi hesitated for a while before saying dejectedly, "Oh... okay then."

Anan hummed in response on the phone.

Yao Yingxi sighed and asked again, "When is Mr. Xi available?"

He should be busy eventually; let's see when Xi Yuanchen has time.

She wanted to call again. She wanted to apologize to Xi Yuanchen and explain what had happened that day.

Anan said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Ms. Yao, the boss might be very busy these few days, so..."

"OK then."

Yao Yingxi hung up the phone, feeling dejected.

She thought Xi Yuanchen must be away on a business trip, which was why he was so busy.

It wasn't the kind of thing I'd been overthinking these past few days—that Xi Yuanchen had another woman outside.