My wife is amazing.

Roland couldn't dodge in time and was thrown two meters away, unable to get up.

Everyone was startled by the sudden appearance of the car and momentarily forgot to help Roland.

But the SUV showed no sign of stopping, turning around and heading straight for the group of people surrounding He Suye.

"Bang bang bang—" Three more people fell to the ground in succession. The others who were lucky enough not to be hit fled towards the iron gate like madmen. The car didn't have eyes.

"Come back! Come back to me!"

Roland lay on the ground, his eyes bloodshot, shouting, but no one paid him any attention.

The car finally stopped. Fifteen got out of the driver's seat, walked coldly to Roland's side, kicked his leg that had been run over by the car, and ordered in a deep voice, "Don't make a sound."

Then, a man with a powerful aura stepped out of the back seat of the car.

Roland's voice, meant to be a loud question, caught in his throat. He stared at the man in disbelief, uttering only two words: "Young Master Mo..."

He Suye, who was already struggling to stand, also looked at Mo Yuan, who had suddenly appeared, with surprise.

When she noticed something was wrong with Yin Yujia, she stood at the door with her hands behind her back and secretly sent a text message to Yin Tibang, saying that she was in danger at the old house and that she could escape as long as she could stall until Yin Tibang's people came.

But why was it Mo Yuan who came?

Mo Yuan strode over to He Suye and asked succinctly, "What do you want to do with this trash?"

He was referring to Roland.

"Of course the garbage needs to be disposed of."

As He Suye spoke, she took a deep look at Roland, whose face was full of fear, slightly raised her chin, and walked over with difficulty with her legs down. Then she squatted down in front of Roland.

She held the blood-stained dagger in her hand, and her eyes seemed to bloom with crimson roses, a bloodthirsty glint.

Roland, terrified, hugged himself tightly and cried out, "No, no—don't kill me! I was wrong, I apologize! Miss He, it's all my fault. I was out of my mind to dare to lay a hand on you. I will definitely mend my ways in the future! Please forgive me, don't hold a grudge."

He Suye sneered. The old and new grudges from the previous life and this life combined would not be enough for Roland to die ten thousand times!

"If an apology were enough, how would I explain myself to the knife in my hand?"

The contempt on her lips froze, and she raised the small knife in her hand high.

Roland closed his eyes in terror; he had a premonition that today was his death day!

"Go to hell——"

He Suye suddenly stabbed the knife into his heart.

Roland's breath caught in his throat.

Just a second before the knife was about to pierce Roland's chest, He Suye suddenly stopped what she was doing. The tip of the knife pressed against the thin fabric, and a trace of blood seeped out.

The next instant, He Suye tossed aside the knife in his hand and picked up the baseball bat that Roland's men had dropped on the ground.

She walked back to Roland, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, and hit him hard on the head with a baseball bat.

With a "thud," Roland kicked his legs and completely lost consciousness.

She simply knocked him unconscious.

He Suye looked at Mo Yuan and explained, "Instead of dying so easily, I have a good idea."

She smiled faintly, a gentle and simple smile, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

A dozen minutes later, a car without license plates drove by on Rakufu Street, Kyoto’s most bustling street, and a man who was completely naked with “lecher” tattooed on his face was thrown out and left for onlookers to see.

Roland, who relied on his father's connections in land management, has essentially ruined his life, and it may also implicate his entire family and the interest groups behind them.

Even without her lifting a finger, Roland himself might not survive.

Compared to dying so easily, this kind of ending is indeed more tragic.

On a black SUV heading to the Shenghua Hotel.

Fifteen, in the driver's seat, looked at He Suye in the rearview mirror and asked, "Ms. He, are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?"

"Need not."

He Suye changed her clothes and took painkillers. She took out a lipstick from her bag and applied it to her pale lips. Her makeup wasn't particularly exquisite, but her face was so beautiful that it was almost impossible to look away.

Fifteen was still a little hesitant, after all, He Suye was very unsteady on her feet.

Mo Yuan said, "Go to the place she mentioned."

He wanted to see what He Suye, who had encountered such great danger and suffered so many injuries, was doing so urgently at the Shenghua Hotel, unable to even go to the hospital. It couldn't just be for a funeral meal.

Unbeknownst to him, Mo Yuan's curiosity about He Suye had grown stronger and stronger.

Without further hesitation, Fifteen increased the car's speed.

He Suye looked at Mo Yuan, whose expression was indifferent and whose emotions were unreadable, and couldn't help but ask, "Why did Young Master Mo come here?"

Mo Yuan glanced at her and said, "Didn't you come looking for me?"

"When did I..."

Halfway through her sentence, He Suye suddenly stopped. She looked down and rummaged through her phone in her bag, only to discover that the text message she had sent earlier was addressed to Mo Yuan.

She suddenly remembered that back then, she was using her phone with her hands behind her back, simply looking for recipients in her contacts from memory.

She didn't have many numbers in her contacts, and the third one was Yin Tibang's name. Normally, she wouldn't have sent the wrong message, but when she went to the Mo family for dinner, she had saved Mo Yuan's number as well, which changed the order of her contacts and caused her to send the wrong message.

Mo Yuan frowned slightly as he looked at her bewildered expression and said, "Don't tell me you sent it to the wrong person."

He was quite surprised that He Suye would take the initiative to contact him, because she was very cold towards him and even deliberately distancing herself.

At the time, he wasn't really worried, just a little surprised and curious about what trouble He Suye had encountered. But now, seeing He Suye's reaction, he felt slightly annoyed.

He Suye naturally sensed Mo Yuan's displeasure, and even felt that the temperature inside the car seemed to have dropped a few degrees.

She swallowed the words "I sent it to the wrong person" and changed her mind, saying, "Thank you this time, I owe you one."

Mo Yuan reminded him, "It was twice, including the time of the college entrance examination."

Even though the other party was Mo Yuan, He Suye couldn't help but say after hearing this, "But I missed the college entrance exam because I was saving your sister."

Without looking up, Mo Yuan said, "She is her, and I am me."

Upon hearing this, He Suye was at a loss for words.

The infamous Demon King is actually such a stingy and petty person in private!

She didn't want to talk anymore, so she silently looked away, deciding not to argue with Mo Yuan.

Fifteen, who was driving in front, pulled his jaw back from its near-dropping position in astonishment. What's going on with the young master?!

At the entrance of Shenghua Hotel.

Yin Tibang, who was standing at the door greeting guests, had an uncertain expression. He had seen Mo Yuan get out of the car and walk towards him, but as soon as he reached out his hand, Mo Yuan left with a grim expression. He didn't even have time to ask what happened.

This gave him a sense of impending doom and unease.

"What did I do wrong?!"

"Dad, please calm down. Maybe Young Master Mo had something come up? Besides, he and my brother are practically unrelated. Maybe he's not here to pay his respects, but just passing through. Don't overthink it," Yin Yujia reassured him.

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