The male protagonist of a sweet romance novel went on a killing spree in the world of angst novels.

Hongxin Yayuan.

"Dr. Wen, how is it?"

Dr. Wen, whom Zhang Yan had specially hired at great expense, frowned slightly as he looked at the newly released diagnosis: "What heavy thing hit Young Master Qi?"

"His internal organs suffered varying degrees of damage."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan fell silent for a moment.

After much thought and deliberation, he replied, "There was a slight mishap during the race."

He can't exactly say he was beaten up like this by a woman.

Otherwise, where would Master Qi's face be?

Upon hearing this, Dr. Wen was at a loss for words.

He knew about Qi Yang's past misdeeds.

He suffers from bipolar disorder and enjoys violent games, such as skydiving, rock climbing, swimming, and boxing. Among these, extreme racing is Qi Yang's favorite form of entertainment.

If others race simply to win, then Qi Yang races with his life on the line.

He's a complete mad dog who doesn't care about his life.

After seeing Dr. Wen off, Zhang Yan returned the way he came.

at this time.

A scream echoed through the sky.

Then a series of crackling sounds rang out.

As if remembering something, Zhang Yan's expression changed slightly, and he immediately rushed towards Qi Yang's bedroom.

When he arrived at the bedroom.

But they found the place in complete disarray.

One maid lay on the floor, her face covered in blood, while the other maids trembled and hid in a corner, too afraid to utter a sound.

Qi Yang's face was sickly and irritable. He was barefoot on the fluffy carpet, and his whole demeanor was clearly in an extremely abnormal state.

Zhang Yan felt a chill run down his spine.

It is clear.

Qi Yang is having an attack.

He immediately called his bodyguards, "Hold Master Qi down, I'll give him a sedative."

Qi Yang naturally couldn't let them grab him. He was in a frenzied state, completely oblivious to the pain in his body, smashing whatever he could grab.

Antiques, collectibles, and works of art worth hundreds of millions were smashed to pieces.

Two or three bodyguards couldn't control Qi Yang at all. Before long, one of the bodyguards was punched in the face.

The other maids were terrified when they saw this and ran out of the bedroom, fearing that they would be the next ones to suffer a bloodbath.

Zhang Yan frowned, somewhat displeased: "What a waste."

Fortunately, Qi Yang soon became exhausted due to his physical condition and fainted again.

Seeing this, Zhang Yan couldn't help but breathe a slight sigh of relief, and then had someone help Qi Yang up and take him to bed.

Fearing that Qi Yang would have another attack after waking up, he quickly gave him a sedative.

Looking at Qi Yang, who lay on the bed with his eyes closed, Zhang Yan walked out of the bedroom and into the hallway outside the living room. He took out his phone and called Dr. Wen, the most famous psychologist in Yancheng.

"Hello, Dr. Wen." His voice was slightly respectful. "My master Qi has just fallen ill again."

A gentle, warm voice came from the other end of the phone: "His illness was triggered by certain external factors. Before that, did Mr. Qi experience any psychological stress?"

Zhang Yan paused, his eyes darkening slightly: "Yes."

He embellished his account of what happened on the cruise ship and told the person on the phone what had happened.

After I finished speaking, there was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, I see."

On the other end of the phone.

In the psychological treatment room.

Wen Yan gazed thoughtfully at the osmanthus tree outside the window with his slender eyes.

Unexpectedly, that person actually condescended to come to Yancheng from Jingzhou.

Yanting?

The name sounds a little familiar.

Suddenly, he glanced at the medical records on the table and remembered them instantly.

A woman surnamed Yan once consulted him for psychological advice.

The surname Yan is not common in Yancheng, and the woman was exceptionally beautiful, so he was deeply impressed by her.

However, considering that man's usual behavior, he didn't think he would come to Yancheng for a mere pretty woman.

They probably have ulterior motives.

Thinking of this, Wen Yan's eyes narrowed slightly.

It seems we still need to remind them in the port city.

++++

From the moment she got up until she left, Yanting never saw Chen Xiao appear before her eyes.

For a moment, her mood inexplicably dipped slightly.

Just yesterday, the two of them were drinking and chatting happily like friends, but today they suddenly felt like strangers, and she felt a sudden sense of unease.

However, to be honest, they were complete strangers who had only known each other for a few days, and probably couldn't even be considered friends.

"Miss Yan," the man in the suit said respectfully, "Mr. Chen sent us to escort you back."

Yan Ting's lips moved slightly.

What she actually wanted to ask was where Chen Xiao had gone.

But asking that question feels abrupt.

A strange feeling stirred within Yan Ting.

Finally, her furrowed brows relaxed, and her slightly turbulent emotions gradually calmed down.

That's true; the two of them were complete strangers who had only known each other for a few days by chance.

It seems that Mr. Chen's situation is different from Lu Huai's. Yesterday, he asked her to celebrate his birthday with him, probably just to reminisce about his white moonlight through her.

Perhaps after this meeting, the two will never cross paths again.

only……

When Yanting saw the three sleek and stylish helicopters laid out before her, she was speechless.

She thought Chen Xiao sending her back was just a normal return trip, but she didn't expect to leave by helicopter.

It's clear that these are all private jets.

"Wouldn't one helicopter be enough?" Yan Ting asked hesitantly, "Why are there three?"

"That's right, Mr. Chen was worried that something might happen to you along the way, so he specially added two helicopters to escort Miss Yan to your safe arrival."

Yan Ting: "..." No, it's really not that bad.

The moment Yanting boarded the helicopter, she looked down as the plane took off.

This vantage point provides a panoramic view of the entire cruise ship's exterior.

I must say, it's really beautiful.

Especially at night.

Very strange.

Yan Ting felt a pang of sadness at the thought that she might never have any contact with Chen Xiao again.

Just then, someone on the plane suddenly spoke up: "Miss Yan, if you want to come to cruise ship No. 11 anytime in the future, you can come anytime."

Yan Ting: "?"

The next second, the man continued, "You are now the owner of this cruise ship."

Yan Ting's beautiful eyes widened, and her lovely phoenix eyes instantly transformed into slightly elongated almond eyes.

She asked in surprise, "Mine?"

"Mr. Chen said this is a birthday present for you."

"A birthday present?" Yan Ting asked incredulously, "My birthday hasn't even come yet?"

Her birthday isn't until October.

And even birthday gifts.

She can't have it either.

Too extravagant.

Who would give someone a luxury cruise ship as a gift right off the bat?

That's such a waste...

Thinking of this, Yanting quickly sent a message to Chen Xiao.

I hope the other party will take back the gift as soon as possible.

To everyone's surprise, the phone rang the next second.

She immediately answered the phone, "Chen Xiao, take the gift back."

"I will not accept this gift."

"Besides, my birthday is still a long way off. Even if I were to give a birthday present, there's no need to give such an extravagant gift to someone who's not related to me at all."

"Yanting," the person on the other end of the phone interrupted her.

Yan Ting was slightly taken aback.

This was the first time she had ever heard Chen Xiao call her by her full name.

Immediately, Chen Xiao's lazy yet somewhat unrestrained voice came through the phone again: "Not related?"

"Can't you see?"

"Yanting, I'm pursuing you."