Chapter 21: Qin Guo

Jiang Kun and the bodyguards, alerted by the commotion, immediately moved to surround and protect Zuo Hongshan and his daughter.

“Who’s there?” Zuo Hongshan called out in a deep voice.

“Zuo Hongshan, you really are forgetful. Can’t you even recognize the voice of an old acquaintance?” That strange voice floated unpredictably, making it impossible to discern the direction.

Zuo Hongshan pondered briefly, then his expression suddenly changed in shock. “You’re Mo Chengkong!”

“Haha! Zuo Hongshan, you finally remember me. Well, are you surprised?” The voice cackled weirdly.

A cold gleam flashed in Zuo Hongshan’s eyes. “Mo Chengkong, didn’t you perish in the fire twenty years ago? Could it be that you survived?”

“Quite unexpected, isn’t it, Zuo Hongshan? Let me tell you, I’ve come back today to reclaim everything that belongs to me! But rest assured, I won’t harm you in front of Huiru’s grave tonight. I’ll take everything back with my own abilities—your life included! Haha…”

With each bout of unsettling laughter, a wild gust of wind swept over the crowd, causing them to stagger, barely able to keep their footing.

“Qianhui!” Zuo Hongshan cried out in the chaos.

But when calm was restored and the lights shone brightly, there was no trace of Zuo Qianhui.

Zuo Hongshan’s lips twisted in fury. “Mo Chengkong, if you want to kill me, kill me! But to abduct my daughter, what kind of man are you? If you dare harm my Qianhui, I’ll tear you to pieces!”

Fear gripped his heart. Mo Chengkong had been nothing more than an ordinary man twenty years ago, yet now he was like a phantom—so formidable that even Jiang Kun and the others couldn’t stop him. Clearly, he had acquired astonishing skills.

But at this moment, all around was silent…

Chen Yuyi and Shen Zhujun walked out of the restaurant and headed toward the parking lot. The night breeze was cool, and Shen Zhujun hugged herself.

Moved by a gentle thought, Chen Yuyi took off his jacket to drape it over her shoulders.

But Shen Zhujun suddenly looked up at him.

“Don’t think that just because you shared a meal with me and put on a show, you can act presumptuous. That way you addressed me earlier—never do it again!”

“What way did I address you?” Chen Yuyi withdrew his hand, feigning ignorance.

Shen Zhujun turned away coldly. “And since you want to keep our agreement, you’d better follow it closely. I don’t want any junior or senior schoolmates—or any other women—suddenly appearing in front of me. Until our agreement ends, you’re my property, and belong only to me!”

Her high heels echoed on the pavement as she strode toward her Porsche.

Chen Yuyi touched his nose helplessly. This icy wife was truly like an eternal glacier—perhaps even the hottest flames couldn’t thaw her.

Suddenly, he darted forward, pulling Shen Zhujun into his arms.

A cold flash of light whisked past!

Shen Zhujun was annoyed at first, but now she was stunned.

The cold gleam struck again, this time at Chen Yuyi.

He sidestepped and struck out with his palm.

A figure was sent flying, and with a clang, the dagger dropped to the ground—it was Gao Feng.

Gao Feng’s eyes were bloodshot, and though he spat blood, he staggered to his feet, picked up the dagger, and attacked Chen Yuyi again like a raging beast.

Chen Yuyi raised an eyebrow. He noticed Gao Feng’s abnormal state—someone had manipulated him, unlocking latent strength and making him formidable. Yet his life wouldn’t last long, so Chen Yuyi saw no need to kill him and invite trouble.

He swept his leg, and with tw