Frustration welled up inside Bager, his mind teetering on the edge of madness. He loved Luo Muchen deeply but his rejection had left him broken and vengeful. He came to beg him for a chance but after being rejected again his resentment grew. In a sick and twisted way, he wanted to punish him, to make him suffer just as he had suffered.

With a tremor in his voice, Bager’s words escaped like a whisper laced with bitterness. "Why bother? He is probably dead already. Your precious boyfriend is gone... thrown in the sea with no marked grave."

Those words struck a nerve deep within Luo Muchen, shattering the facade of calm he had maintained. In an instant, he sprang from his seat, fury blazing in his eyes. He folded the sleeves of his shirt and with a primal rage, he unleashed a torrent of blows upon Bager, his fists crashing into his broken body. Blood splattered across the room, mingling with the cries of pain and anguish.

Luo Muchen’s murderous gaze held no mercy, only a twisted desire for retribution. He towered over Bager, his fists clenched tightly. The small blood splatters on Luo Muchen’s face were remnants of the violence he had unleashed upon his enemy.

Ignoring Bager’s agonised wails, he wiped his hand with a wet wipe, his expression twisted with disgust. Bager’s once-handsome face was now a grotesque mess, barely recognizable through the swelling and blood.

As Bager gasped for air, his voice strained with fear, he mustered the strength to speak. "It’s President Yin, your uncle who took him," he managed to utter. "I don’t know anything else." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Luo Muchen’s eyes narrowed, his anger momentarily subsiding. "I already figured that out," he replied coldly, his voice dripping with venom. "What I want to know is where he took him."

Bager trembled in fear, realising the extent of his perilous situation. Beads of sweat formed on his bruised forehead as he struggled to find the words. "I don’t know where," he stammered, his voice shaking. "But it has something to do with Bi Yu... that’s all I know."

Luo Muchen’s face twisted into a sinister grin. Turning to one of his men, he commanded, "Track Bi Yu’s cell phone."

The atmosphere in the room grew heavy with the weight of Luo Muchen’s anger, his desire for revenge burning at the surface. He would not rest until his beloved was safely returned in his arms. His uncle’s audacious act of kidnapping had ignited a fire within him, and he was prepared to unleash hell upon him.

With every passing second, Luo Muchen’s fury intensified, his mind envisioning the torment he would inflict upon those responsible.

***

Bi Yu took a deep breath, her heart pounding as she pressed the ’Go Live’ button on her account. Instantly, the screen filled with a live video feed, and the number of viewers began to steadily climb. She tried to ignore the fluttering nerves and focus on the comments pouring in.

As the chat erupted with excited greetings, she appeared onscreen, her appearance a stark contrast to her usual polished self. Her dishevelled hair cascaded down her shoulders, tousled from a night of passion. Her cherry-red lipstick, once immaculate, was now smudged, evidence of fervent kisses. The multiple hickeys adorning her neck were impossible to ignore.

She wore a highly recognisable man’s oversized T-shirt. It belonged to Qie Xieling, the reigning champion of the WSCC.

Just yesterday, he had worn the same t-shirt, proudly displaying it on his social media accounts before the race. The sight of it sent a wave of mixed emotions through the viewers.

The comments started pouring in, questions and speculations about Qie Xieling, but Bi Yu chose not to address them. Instead, she absentmindedly played with her tousled locks, a nervous habit she couldn’t shake. With each passing moment, the number of viewers continued to rise, captivated by the unfolding drama.

When the number of viewers was big enough, Bi Yu ascended the stairs, her slippers shuffling against the wooden steps, leading to a messy bedroom.

Clothes were strewn everywhere, a testament to the passion that had consumed them the night before. Qie Xieling’s racing fire suit from the race lay crumpled in a corner, further confirming what had transpired between them.

She approached the bed, her heart swelling with a mix of affection and uncertainty. Qie Xieling lay there, his body marked with hickeys, evidence of their intimacy. She couldn’t help but feel a rush of tenderness as she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on his cheek, a silent declaration of her emotions.

Moments later, the livestream came to an end, leaving the viewers in a state of bewilderment. The recorded video was soon shared across various platforms, spreading like wildfire. It didn’t take long for the footage to reach Luo Muchen and boy was he pissed off.

Because of this live stream, Jolie was able to locate Qie Xieling. The problem though was where he was. It wasn’t going to be an easy fit to get him back.

She stepped into the dimly lit office covered with a dense cloud of smoke. Luo Muchen’s typically composed and controlled demeanour was nowhere to be seen. He appeared dishevelled and consumed by anger. His muscular frame trembled as he clenched his cell phone, his knuckles turning white.

Jolie stood in front of him and he asked, "Did he betray me?"

But instead of answering, she clicked her tongue in disapproval, observing the man who seemed to have lost his grip on reason.

"The way he loves you, he would rather die than betray you. It seems your uncle’s plan has succeeded. He wants to sow discord and it seems to be working."

As if snapped back to reality, he took a deep breath and suppressed his roiling emotions. He knew she was right. Qie Xieling publically declared his love for him so many times so it didn’t make sense that he would change his mind overnight and roll in between the sheets with somebody else.

Jolie, sensing the shift in his demeanour, pressed further, her voice filled with determination. "Now that you’re level-headed, do you want to go and rescue him?"

Luo Muchen was a little surprised that she had found him even though it hadn’t been twenty minutes yet since the livestream ended.

He rose from his chair, the weight of his authority returning to his posture. Without hesitation, he began issuing orders. The mansion buzzed with urgency as they swiftly gathered their weapons and prepared for action. Ten SUVs lined up outside the mansion, engines purring with anticipation.

He came out of the house exuding an air of authority. This time he got into the driver’s seat and led the motorcade through the gates.

The convoy resembled crusaders, driven by a burning desire to deliver judgment upon those who had dared to harm their own. They drove into the mountains ready for war.