Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife-Chapter 1101: The Target Is Her (2)

Ou Yanan placed both hands forcefully on the table to prevent his somewhat dizzy and weak body from collapsing. He shook his head: "I have no idea what you’re talking about."

The opponent moved step by step until he was in front of him, then grabbed him strongly by the collar, effortlessly lifting his body as if an eagle snatching a chick.

Ou Yanan also raised his hands, fiercely struggling against his grips.

The two were almost wrestling with each other.

The other’s heavy breathing under the black cloth, like a volcano ready to erupt, issued a stern warning: "Listen to me. You better stay as Ou Young Master, don’t indulge in delusions!"

At this moment, Ou Yanan seemed to regain his clarity, sneering coldly at the black-covered face: "Why, you don’t even dare to face her, telling me not to indulge in delusions? But in fact, I am her real brother, not you, Young Master Ou."

This remark undoubtedly enraged the opponent. With violent force, he lifted Ou Yanan and then threw him aside. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Ou Yanan, who fell to the floor, quickly got up, wiped the seemingly bruised corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and stared gloomily at the opponent: "You have no choice but this tactic. The coward isn’t me; it’s you."

The opponent’s clenched fist emitted the sound of creaking knuckles.

At this moment, footsteps were heard at the door, and a voice slowly approached the door panel, as if sensing the unusual activity inside.

The two men in the room fell silent simultaneously.

Their eyes did not exchange glances, and Ou Yanan had no intention of moving.

The man glanced at the same quiet movement outside the room, seemed to sense a pair of sharp eyes peering through the door lock. He swiftly went over, effortlessly pulling the door wide open.

The figure pressed against the door was caught off guard, revealing a surprised and incredulous look. As they raised their head, their throat prepared to make a sound, but their eyes suddenly went black upon seeing the face covered in black cloth.

Seeing the person fall, Ou Yanan finally moved, swiftly catching them to prevent any noise from falling to the ground. Then, he carried them into his room and closed the door.

Placing his fingers on the neck of the unconscious person, confirming there was nothing life-threatening, Ou Yanan frowned and spoke to the opponent: "You struck too heavily. She’s just a girl."

"Feeling tender-hearted?" The opponent replied in a consistently cold, emotionless tone.

Ou Yanan could feel how his gaze on Zhao Mengjin in his arms was like a knife, ready to silence her, and he exhaled, saying: "She’s your fiancée."

"My fiancée?" The opponent seemed to have heard a huge joke, squinting his black eyes flashing knife-like edges, "Such delicate young lady doesn’t interest me, nor can she ever intersect with someone like me. But she fits with you as Young Master Ou very well. Still, let me put it bluntly. You better keep an eye on her. Next time she pulls such a stunt, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

Ou Yanan became anxious: "She’s Gu Nuan’s—"

"I know who she is. I am very clear about everyone around my sister."

"Since you know—"

"My sister never can dictate my thoughts. Whatever I want to do, I do."

Ou Yanan raised his head to glare at the face in front of him, covered by a black cloth with features almost identical to his own, indistinguishable from his own.