Translated by newbienoona

Edited by anks

“Get away from me, a****le!” Tears leak from the corners of An Chuxia's eyes as her white underwear is about to be exposed. At that moment, she raises her foot, surely hitting him at a very important part of anatomy.

“Ah, bi**h! Watch where you're kicking!” He shouts at her as he steps back and contorts in pain while cradling his sensitive spot.

An Chuxia laughs, but her eyes remain cold. “You best stay away! Otherwise, you won't have any grandchildren!”

“You'll stop my lineage?” He has difficulty speaking until the pain subsides.Then, he takes a step toward her. “Not only will I have children and grandchildren, but you'll be carrying them!” His voice drops before he steps on her foot, leaving her immobile.Then, he proceeds to undress her.

Eventually, Marco's impatience gets the best of him, so he tugs hard on the school uniform to pop the b.u.t.tons. As her skin is exposed, gooseb.u.mps form despite the air being warm.

“A****le, let me go!” She shouts to no avail. Desperation spreads throughout her body.

“No one can hear you or would be willing to rescue you!” He lowers his head and starts sucking on her neck.

An Chuxia wants to break free, but with him stepping on her feet, she can't move.

“Ba****d, let go! You're an a****le!” Han Qilu hears a familiar voice. The voice sounds hoa.r.s.e, but he recognizes it immediately: An Chuxia.

He exchanges a glance with Xiao Mingluo before talking on the walkie-talkie. “Go in. Now!”

The door is kicked open, and both Marco and Chuxia are stunned. Almost immediately, Marco feels his body being pulled away. His body slams against the table, his head hitting the table. Blood flows from the cut, but he is too stunned to call for help.

“Qilu… .” Tears she's been holding in for too long have finally rushed out. She bites her lower lip, trying not to make a sound.

She's so embarra.s.sed to face him: her hair is messy; like it hasn't been combed in days. Her school uniform is tattered and in pieces. Her bra is exposed for everyone to see.

What's more disturbing are her shoes. Being soft shoes, they've been deformed from stomping. Blood seeps from the areas where her foot was stomped.

A thumping sound rings in Qilu's head. Blood rushes through his brain.

“Oh my G.o.d! An Chuxia!” Xiao Mingluo enters the room and his jaw drops. He didn't expect her to look so pitiful.

“I have a knife!” Mingluo glances at Qilu before handing the weapon. “Did the beast make it? We can kill him!” Mingluo has lost his mind.

Then, they hear brother Gu shout anxiously, “Come here! Come here!”

Qilu stands up but doesn't answer to the call. Instead, he heads toward An Chuxia. He reaches out and cuts off the rope with the knife. As soon as she is liberated, her arms immediately cross across her chest.

He notices the blood on her wrists as she tries to speak. She's gasping for air like it's being poured into her; labored and uneven.

Then, he moves faster than he thinks. In seconds, he takes off his s.h.i.+rt and dons it on Chuxia. He moves so gently, one would think he's dressing a ceramic doll, fearing it might break.

“Han Qilu… .” At that moment, she doesn't know what to say. A thousand words rush to her lips, but her tears get the best of her.

She has cried so many times for him.

“I'm here.” He doesn't say anything else after putting the s.h.i.+rt on her. Then, he hugs her. He didn't know what else to do. He just wants her to stop shaking.

“Come here, come here!” Brother Gu shouts again.

An Chuxia calms down enough to yell at Mingluo. “Jiangnan is in the room on the left. Please check on her. I don't know how she's doing.”

Xiao Mingluo is shocked, hoping that Jiangnan is okay, too.

Then, he turns around, just in time to see a large group of people blocking the doorway. Their hands are filled with iron rods, daggers, and other weapons.

“Brother!” “Boss!”

Marco attempts to stand up, but Xiao Mingluo grabs his arm and prevents him from moving.

“Ah! That hurts!” Marco tries to catch his breath. This boy's strength is so f***ng great!

“Step back!” Mingluo shouts loudly.

The crowd backs off before hearing someone shout, “Go to the next room!”

Xiao Mingluo's face turns pale the moment he sees Xiaonan. Are they using her as a s.h.i.+eld? Having hostages on both sides would make this difficult.

Han Qilu looks sideways while he keeps Chuxia in his arms. She's stopped trembling, and has finally settled down. If she is truly his woman, her courage is definitely better than the others!

Wait… his woman?

The revelation changes him. His heart feels depressed as the complexity deepens. He tightens his grip on Chuxia. Then, Xiao Mingluo says, “If anyone dares to hurt Han Qilu, kill him!”

Marco pretends that the words didn't have a chilling effect on him. However, cold sweat breaks on his forehead. He attempts to steel his trembling voice. “You won't kill me. If you do, you'll go to prison!”

“Ha ha.” Han Qilu's lips become thin, a bloodthirsty look appears in his eyes. “Do you think a Han would actually go to prison?”

“You… .” Blood drains from Marco's face.

No one messes with the Hans. Even kindergartners know this. Xiao Mingluo is just a messenger.

No, he can't [go to prison]! He's too young to be arrested. Plus, kidnapping is a major felony, which means prison time would be indefinite.

“Ge, what should we do?” his henchmen standing at the door ask.

“Come here!” Someone shouts from behind. Then, Meng Xiaonan pushes through the door.

Xiaonan's eyes widen as she sees Xiao Mingluo and Han Qilu. Are they here to save her?

“Jiangnan… .” Mingluo's eyes glaze with mist upon seeing her tied up.

“My woman!” He can't bear from shouting it aloud despite feeling embarra.s.sed.

Marco sees the look Mingluo shoots to Jiangnan and uses the opportunity to slam hit foot down on Mingluo's instep.

Xiao Mingluo reacts to the pain, giving Marco a chance to escape. Qilu was a moment too late to catch him. In moments, Marco runs to the door, grabbing Xiaonan by the hair and using her as a s.h.i.+eld.

“Haha, I bet you didn't expect for me to escape? Hurry up and squat at the corner!” Marco arrogantly says with a smile. Then, his men arm themselves.

“Let her go!” Xiao Mingluo's eyes are filled with rage the moment he sees Meng Xiaonan hurt as her hair is yanked.

“Let her go? It won't be that easy to do so! Did you let me go when I asked?” he says haughtily. “Give me the knife!” One of his men hands him a dagger before holding it against Meng Xiaonan's neck.

Meng Xiaonan stiffens without fear. “I've lived a good eighteen years! Hurry and take An Chuxia away from here. I can be left behind!”

“Ooh, feisty!” Marco whistles as he lowers the knife to Xiaonan's neck. He turns to Mingluo and says loudly, “She's not afraid of death, but you should still save her!”

“How would you like to let her go? Do you want money? How much?” Han Qilu asks before Mingluo can speak. His voice is filled with power, and no one can underestimate his tone. He definitely is a king, despite being no more than eighteen.