Just then, the sound of the man’s footsteps echoed.

Everyone parted to make way for Boss to come over.

The man, emanating an icy chill and an aura so powerful it was suffocating, made Jiayi and Nie Yixiao’s hearts skip a beat as soon as he appeared!

They, of course, already knew the man’s identity.

It was Huo Zhenyang.

Huo Zhenyang, who does business in China but is involved in politics overseas!

He was also Jiayi’s protector behind the scenes this past year.

What ordinary businessman would have such untamed eyes and capricious behavior?!

Huo Zhenyang’s handsome face was steely, covered in frost while the slightly upturned corners of his devil-may-care eyes revealed a touch of ferocity.

Upon seeing the bruise on the wrist of the girl who had just arrived, the coldness on the man’s face melted away slightly as he greeted her casually, "You’re here, baby."

A single "baby" rang out incongruously in the slightly blood-tinged environment.

"They came looking for my family members; how about you let these two go first?"

Although Jiayi didn’t have much fondness for this sister who had appeared out of nowhere, she couldn’t watch Zhenyang kill them over such a trivial matter.

Zhenyang reclined lazily and casually on a swivel chair, his long legs stretched out, embodying leisure, yet his eyes were full of coldness:

"I originally intended to treat your family well, but they treated you like this as soon as they showed up, which really doesn’t give me any face."

Turning his face, seeing the bruise on Jiayi’s wrist, the man’s demeanor turned as cold and frightening as if plunging into an ice cave for millennia, showing no remorse for the whipping punishment he’d administered to the two people.

Never mind who these two people were.

To dare lay hands on his woman was to slap his face, and do it loudly at that!

He wouldn’t even allow himself to hurt that little thing, and now, who the hell did this woman think she was, daring to pinch her like this?

"Jiayi, tell Huo Zhenyang that we’re your family, ask him to let us go first, sister hurts so much. I only hurt you by accident, it wasn’t on purpose..."

In S Country, Chu Xinyu had never experienced such treatment; she was the daughter of a Duke, after all!

Yet in China, she had become mud on the ground, subjected to such humiliation!

And the one that caused her this shame was none other than the little wretch she had despised and looked down upon the most back in S Country.

Jiayi silently walked to Zhenyang’s side: "Let’s just forget about it..."

Before she could finish her sentence, her slender arm was swiftly caught!

Zhenyang fixed his eyes on her wrist, which was now well-wrapped with a bandage.

His rough and strong fingers gently slid over the bandage, still eliciting a low cry of pain from her: "Hiss..."

Even with the medicine applied, it still hurt so much. And yet she wanted him to let that woman go.

The man’s face turned fiercely cold, his eyes sketching a chilling, almost otherworldly hue: "Forget about it? No way."

Jiayi knew he wasn’t just talking.

The last time Ye Shiman harmed her, she didn’t make too much of a fuss, yet he brought the Ye family to a bitter end with imprisonment and bankruptcy, and all those related suffered consequences.

And this time, whether it was for her sake or for his own face, he wouldn’t let Chu Xinyu and Nie Yixiao off the hook.

Still, Jiayi couldn’t really watch Xinyu be tortured by him.

Even if she didn’t like this strange sister, she was ultimately her own family.

Jiayi softly pleaded, "Haven’t they already been punished? Besides, George must have mentioned it to you, she’s my sister, she came looking for me."

Of course, Zhenyang had already heard from George.

Hurting Little Kitten was one thing.

Being Little Kitten’s sister was another thing entirely.

He was estranged from all kin, capable of sending away his brother or driving his stepmother to the asylum, so why concern himself with a woman who’d bruised her?

He couldn’t care less whether she was her sister or her grandmother!

Huo Zhenyang’s eyes slightly rippled, his expression still sinister, but his lips curved into a soul-ensnaring smirk. All at once, he pulled Jiayi to him, dragging her onto his legs!

The girl let out a little gasp of surprise, sitting upon the man’s solid and powerful thighs, subconsciously wrapping her arms around the man’s neck.

The man’s palm cupped the girl’s slanting jade back to prevent her from slipping, as if scooping a small pet into his embrace.

The two formed an exceedingly ambiguous sitting posture.

In the empty and quiet second floor, the temperature suddenly rose!

A group of retainers and bodyguards subconsciously turned their heads away.

Jiayi felt the heat rising to her ears as the man’s voice came low and deep, seemingly joking but also very serious, "Really want me to let them go?"

This man was really boring, having the mood to play such games at a time like this.

Jiayi tried to struggle, but could not lift herself, and under the compulsion of his gaze, she had no choice but to stare into his eyes, "Mhm."

"Mhm?" The man was dissatisfied with Little Kitten’s attitude, a finger lifted her chin, "Is that all?"

Color flushed her cheeks, and she bit her lower lip. This man, always liking others to beg him, truly unchanged in his stubborn ways.

She discreetly glanced at the group of bodyguards around her, who seemed to dare not look this way, so she held her breath, leaned in close to his ear, and whispered like a mosquito, "Please let them go, will you, please?"

The girl’s pleading voice was delicate, soft, and lingering, with a tail-end that hooked like a thread of honey, inherently seductive.

He never tired of hearing it, noticeably pleased, he quirked his lips and pulled her in closer, adjusting her position on his lap. Facing the man and woman before him, his tone was languid yet loaded with command,

"Since Jiayi has spoken, you should follow her directive."

The bodyguard holding the steel whip got the hint and set down the whip, untying the ropes binding Chu Xinyu and Nie Yixiao’s hands and feet.

The moment the ropes were untied, Nie Yixiao exhaled a sigh of relief. Seeing the girl sitting on the man’s lap in front of him, his expression subtly changed.

Their relationship exceeded his imagination.

It turns out, Jiayi held no small weight in the heart of this towering figure of China.

What she said, Huo Zhenyang could actually take to heart.

No, not just take to heart, but also cater to her wishes.

Nie Yixiao felt an inexplicable surge of jealousy, his gaze darkening.

This little woman, she was originally his own.

Before he had a chance to touch her, she ended up in another man’s embrace.

Chu Xinyu did not notice the shift in her boyfriend’s mood, but jealousy was not absent in her eyes either.

This little slut just had to say the word, and Huo Zhenyang agreed.

Heh, indeed a case of like father, like son; like mother, like daughter.

The kind of mother begets the kind of daughter.

Mommy said, this little slut’s real mom seduced Daddy, hence birthing this aberrant seed.

This little slut, of course, had her own ways when it came to dealing with men.

What else could be a woman’s biggest bargaining chip if not her body?

Needless to say, she must satisfy Huo Zhenyang in bed, earning his pleasure.

Chu Xinyu’s already smudged lipstick revealed a mocking disdain on her lips.

Even if she now needed something from Jiayi, in her heart, this little slut would forever be nothing but a clump of mud on the ground!

...

Just then, Huo Zhenyang pulled out a shining Swiss Army Knife and tossed it into George’s arms.

George understood what the Boss meant, took the knife, and walked toward Chu Xinyu.