Although Hei Meilu had crazy ideas, he had never kidnapped anyone. He could only ask on a forum that gathered countless violence enthusiasts. Since it was the dark web without any supervision, the forum users were all very bold.
Seeing Hei Meilu's post, someone directly sent him a 10-minute long video for him to 'learn'. On the cover was a naked woman facing the camera begging for mercy, which made Hei Meilu swallow his saliva in excitement.
Even the strange noises from outside did not affect his fully attentive 'learning' spirit. It was not until a phone call suddenly popped up that Hei Meilu's breathing almost stopped.
After counting to three silently, he answered the call.
A gentle and soft female voice came through the phone, making Hei Meilu's ears tingle.
"Teacher Hei, the takeaway I ordered for you has arrived."
Then the call hung up.
Hei Meilu did not know whether it was deliberately tantalizing or just shy.
Without thinking too much about the reason for Yi Qingju's change in attitude, he had already got dressed and was almost impatient to walk out the door.
On the other side, Xiao Jiji watched Yi Qingju's series of operations and yelled 'Awesome' in her soft voice.
Yi Qingju stared at the screen.
At the moment when the excited Hei Meilu rushed out the door and met the murderer with a still bleeding butcher knife in madness, she turned off the screen directly.
Then came Hei Meilu's horrified screams and the mad laughter that she had heard once.
She said sorry in her heart.
Xiao Jiji, on the other hand, cursed excitedly, "That's what evil people deserve - to be tormented by other evil people!"
Looking at the text message popping up on her phone, Yi Qingju hooked her lips: "This is called—"
"Your lust will eventually become a knife stabbing you."
Yi Qingju turned off her phone screen and ignored the resentful shout of the captured murderer behind her.
Just as she was about to raise her hand to knock on the door, she heard this sentence in her mind.
Very good. She knew he was fine even without confirmation.
Qi Weiran's speed far exceeded Yi Qingju's imagination.
Unexpectedly, after knocking on the door, he did not let Yi Qingju open it immediately, but said to the doorbell, "Don't come out yet."
His broad and tall figure completely blocked the scene behind him.
Yi Qingju understood that he was afraid of Qi Xinian seeing it.
"Hurry up! This man is still breathing!"
Someone looked at Hei Meilu lying motionless on the ground in surprise.
This man was hacked three times in a row, each cut deeper than the last. Yet he was still alive in this state.
Seeing his lips move, the person pressing on Hei Meilu's wounds lowered his head.
He knew this man was probably going to convey his last words.
Hei Meilu stared wide-eyed, his chest heaving non-stop as he struggled to grab the front man's collar with one hand, and trembled to say, "Yi... Qingju, Yi... Qingju!"
This vicious woman! It was her who made me become like this! I will kill her! She is the real murderer!
"..."
If he didn't mishear, this name seemed to be Madam Qi, who could inherit most of Mr. Qi's legacy but insisted on loving him to death.
"Mr. Qi, this gentleman's last wish seems to be to see Madam Qi..."
After much hesitation, out of humanitarianism, he still stood up and reported this.
Hearing this, Qi Weiran glanced over there with a slightly raised eyebrow.
With his good memory, just one glance allowed him to recognize the bloodied man as the home tutor who had tried to cuckold him and corrupt his nephew.
The young man was waiting for Qi Weiran to nod and agree.
After all, the whole world knew this man didn't care about Madam Qi at all. Just fulfilling a dying man's last wish could earn him a good reputation.
Unexpectedly, Qi Weiran just looked at him lightly with those amber eyes.
Those eyes were so clear, yet one could not feel any warmth from them.
Without Qi Weiran having to say anything, cold sweat broke out on the young man. He immediately said, "I understand."
Then he turned around and left.
Looking at Hei Meilu, who kept spewing blood from his mouth and reaching out for Yi Qingju's name, the young man said emotionally, "Rest assured, your deep feelings will definitely be reciprocated in your next life."
Hei Meilu directly spewed out a mouthful of old blood and died from anger.
A trace of transparent soul floated out from his body and disappeared again, but no one noticed.
The moment Yi Qingju opened the door, she severely twisted her own thigh. Without the aid of eye drops, she made herself cry.
So when Qi Weiran walked in, what he saw was Yi Qingju trembling, constantly crying, full of fear.
"Sir... you finally came. If you didn't come sooner, Qingju would never see you again."
[I'm starving, stop blocking the way. Go see your nephew!]
Qi Weiran noticed that although this woman looked like she wanted to throw herself into his arms, she actually maintained that safe distance all along, and her body even leaned to the side.
That posture was as if she couldn't wait for him to get lost.
He thought to himself that he hadn't noticed these obvious and clumsy acting flaws before.
Unfortunately, Qi Weiran couldn't tease her now.
Because he was really concerned about Qi Xinian's safety.
"Zhang Wei, get her something to eat."
After saying that, he stepped inside.
Zhang Wei thought wasn't that something Assistant Wan should do? He was a bodyguard!
Hearing Qi Weiran's words, not only Yi Qingju, even Wan Sui's eyes flashed.
The casual look in his eyes towards Yi Qingju instantly disappeared.
"I'll go. I know Madam's tastes very well."
After that, he turned and left.
Not bothering with his change in attitude, Yi Qingju sat weakly on the sofa beside her.
Once the nerves that had been tense were relaxed, the fear and fatigue she had forcibly ignored surged in.
When Qi Weiran walked in, he discovered it at once.
That woman had hidden Qi Xinian in the innermost room and stood guarding the door alone waiting for him?
From his previous understanding of this woman, she was so afraid of death that she would never do this.
His leather shoes made a heavy sound on the carpet, making Qi Xinian curled up under the bed shudder violently.
He still had Yi Qingju's blindfold on his little face, completely covered by the blindfold.
Remembering Yi Qingju's order, Qi Xinian resisted his curiosity, pressing the blindfold with one hand and tightly covering his mouth with the other.
But this ended when that familiar voice that made him unable to help crying rang out beside his ear.
The man did not touch Qi Xinian curled up under the bed, but called out softly, "Nian Nian."
Qi Xinian immediately burst into tears, scrambling out clumsily but accurately throwing himself into the man's arms.
"Uncle! You finally came... If you didn't come, I was afraid I would never see you again!"
Qi Weiran felt this sentence sounded familiar.
He had wanted to tell him that real men don't cry, but thinking of what the child had gone through today, even Qi Weiran didn't have the heart to yank the dumpling out of his arms. So he patted his back to soothe him while comforting him.
Until Qi Xinian had cried and got his suit all messed up before embarrassedly retreating from his arms.
Qi Weiran noticed the thing on his face and reached out to take it off.
Feeling his movement, Qi Xinian covered his face tightly.
"Uncle--you can't!"
Qi Weiran asked in puzzlement, "Why not?"
The little dumpling sniffed and said in a soft voice, "Yi Qingju said, a Cowboy Warrior never takes off his mask!"
