Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The other horses were quieter, but this particular one was stomping the ground and neighing in dissatisfaction, uncomfortable being tied up.

Qin Shu walked over and circled the horse. Then she returned to face it. As she thought for a while, she reached out her hand slowly and touched its red hair, and the hot horse immediately calmed down as it looked at her in confusion.

Seeing that the horse was not aggressive to her touch, Qin Shu whispered a few words into its ear and then tried to pull its reins, and when it did not resist, she had taken it as compliance. Then, she led the horse out of its stables.

It was bright in front of the VIP lounge.

s.h.i.+ Yan had glanced at the time on his watch. It was already past 1 a.m., yet the other party had no intention of letting them leave, and he could not help but feel anxious. He turned his head to look at Fu Tingyu and noticed that his face had turned a little paler. “How are you feeling right now, Lord Fu?”

Fu Tingyu was indifferent when he explained. “I'm fine.”

His dark eyes were glaring at Xiye Ze, but his vision was a blur, and he almost could not make out his features. They had been riding horses for a few hours and fought hand to hand. During his peak, he would have easily defeated Xiye Ze. However, his combat strength had plummeted after being poisoned—as Gu Yan had said—his combat strength would continue to deplete as the poison spread with time. He had been sitting there as he tried his best to hang on.

Xiye Ze had brown eyes, and they were looking straight into Fu Tingyu, who was sitting across from him. He had an accent as he spoke unfluent Mandarin, “As long as you hand her over, I'll let you go.”

“We've already told you multiple times. We have no idea where your kidnapped lover is, and it has nothing to do with us. Instead of wasting your time here, you might as well use it looking for her.”

s.h.i.+ Yan was furious as he scowled at XiyeZe. He had wanted to slap him hard in the face to knock some sense into him. It was none of their business that his lover got abducted.

Xiye Ze slammed the table beside him hard, so hard that the wine gla.s.s was shaking. “It was because of the pure, purple diamond. You had wanted it, so you kidnapped my woman.” Xiye ze was agitated. He reached his waistband, pulled out a gun, and pointed it at s.h.i.+ Yan's forehead. Had he pulled the trigger, s.h.i.+ Yan would have died on the spot.

s.h.i.+ Yan stood upright, and he did not even flinch. He had never been afraid of dying ever since he had taken an oath of loyalty towards Fu Tingyu.

Just as Xiye Ze was about to pull the trigger, Fu Tingyu said, “Hold on.”

Xiye Ze was infuriated as he gave Fu Tingyu a death stare. “What else was there to say?” He continued, “If there's no blood, do you really think that I, Xiye Ze, am a good-for-nothing, someone that you people pushed around?”

As he said that, he had suddenly turned the muzzle of the gun to Fu Tingyu. He glanced at Fu Tingyu's people behind and said, “I'll count to three. Hand over my woman, or I'll make him pay.”

s.h.i.+ Yan hurried to his front and stood between them, trying to protect him, and his eyes turned red from anger. “I dare you.”

“I, Xiye Ze, have never been afraid of anything.” Xiye Ze tightened his grip on the gun, but just as he was about to fire, they had heard the galloping sound of a horse.

“Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop…” One after one, the resonance of horseshoes was like the ringing bells of death, coming from afar in the silent night.

The equestrian had been closed today, and they were the only ones in the venue. Everyone was startled.

“Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop…” The tapping sound was rhythmic, like a mysterious piece of music. Hush in the night, its vibration would pierce and hammer through their eardrums, sending chills down their spines.

Everyone's attention was now on the horse track. In the dark, nothing was visible, and people could only hear the galloping sound. Fu Tingyu had turned his head to face the same direction, but he had been so disoriented to know what was going on.

s.h.i.+ Yan was also confused at hearing the trotting sound of the horse, and it was only after a while that a white figure emerged from the night.

Xiye Ze had his gun pointed towards the horse track. He yelled into the shadows, “Who's there?”

The white figure was drawing near. Its movement was steady—almost like it was floating in the air in the horse track. As the dynamic sound of the galloping increase, the figure had come into focus as it gradually approached them.

It was not until it was five meters away that everyone had a good look at the white figure. It was a beautiful gentleman. He was riding a white horse as he came into their sight.

At this instance, the horse had halted, and the clip-clop sound came to an abrupt stop.

The fine-looking young man on the horse had neat, short hair. His features had looked exquisite as if it was a product of a craftsman. He had almost looked flawless, so breathtaking that time seemed to have stopped.

He had mysterious charm within his purple eyes, and his slightly raised eyebrows carried a hint of arrogance. He had his head tilted as he looked at them like they were mere ants on the ground.

“Boss, isn't that horse Red Hair?” Someone had noticed that the horse that the purple-eyed, handsome young man was sitting on was a horse from their horse farm. To be precise, it was the one that he had not yet tamed.

The origin of its name had come from the pinch of red hair on its forehead. Xiye Ze was not well-educated, and he was a vulgar man, which was why he had named the horse poorly.

Xiye Ze had turned towards the horse that the mysterious young man was riding. It was indeed the untamed horse from his farm, the one with red hair that he had been trying to tame for the last three days. It was aggressive—he had not been able to sit on it. Once he had touched its hair, it would kick its hooves and elicit angry shouts.

Yet, it was a wonder that Red Hair would let the young man in front of him approach it, let alone riding it. Xiye Ze had thought that this young man had something up his sleeves.

In his not-so-fluent Mandarin, he asked, “Who are you?”

Qin Shu lowered her gaze as she raised her hand to gently stroke Boss's head. Her demeanor was n.o.ble and had a hint of laziness. Then, she lifted her eyes and said softly, “You do not deserve to know.”

Her voice was smooth as the flowing stream down the hill. It was tuneful and silky. At the same time, she carried a certain allure that would make people capitulate voluntarily.

Xiye Ze saw the cat cuddled in the arms of the purple-eyed young man. It had black, sleek fur, and its pair of dark green eyes were doing the same as its owner, looking down at them like a king.

Something rang a bell—a man wearing a white suit with purple eyes that had stunning looks, holding a green-eyed cat in his arms. Could this be the young man blessed with the gift of prophecy?

He could have predicted one's life or death or whether one would lose all their fortune and go into bankruptcy. Back then, with a single word from his prediction, he had single-handedly destroyed Mu family, one of the most influential four families in the Imperial City, and it all happened over one night.

He was the prophet who had disappeared for years. Had he returned?

Although Xiye Ze had only heard of the rumor, he was still disturbed by the thought of it. He had looked at the purple-eyed man in front of him in disbelief, wondering if he was the man who had the power to predict the future. After all, he had gone missing for years. It was nearly impossible for him to appear at Xijin out of nowhere.

“Who the h*ll are you? How dare you break into my stables.” Xiye Ze had yelled at the man.