I Didn't Mean To

From Xie Yuyan, Ye Feng learned many useful pieces of information, and within a short time, he quickly organized his thoughts.

First, the series of events that happened at the amusement park today were all part of a plan orchestrated by Su Yuxin and Xie Yuyan. This was also the reason why it had taken so long to locate Xie Yuyan’s whereabouts. It turned out that Xie Yuyan had already devised a countermeasure the moment he escaped from her grasp...

Deep down, Ye Feng knew that simply running away was impossible. Given Xie Yuyan’s personality, even if he turned to ashes, she would still gather every last speck. Clearly, her obsession with him had reached an extreme level.

At this thought, Ye Feng glanced at Su Yuxin, who stood there in a daze, and sighed.

Indeed, no matter what, the outcome would always be the same. Rather than resisting, it was better to face it head-on.

"Xie Yuyan... I won’t run away anymore. Let’s settle things today."

"Oh?"

Xie Yuyan drew out her response, clearly not expecting Ye Feng to say such words.

"Settle things? And what exactly do you mean by that, Ye Feng?"

Seizing the moment before Ye Feng could answer, he took a step forward and pulled the stunned Su Yuxin behind him. This action startled both Xie Yuyan, who narrowed her eyes, and the bewildered Su Yuxin.

The one most affected was Su Yuxin. She had thought her relationship with Ye Feng would be severed because of her actions, yet even now, he still shielded her protectively.

"Ye Feng... gege?"

Su Yuxin looked up at him with disbelief in her eyes, a mix of guilt and fragile hope.

"Yuxin, I’ll distract Xie Yuyan in a moment. You take the chance to run, understand? We’ll talk about today’s events later. Right now, the situation is critical—just listen to me, okay?"

"But... but Ye Feng gege, I—"

"No buts, Yuxin! As your teacher, I’m ordering you to leave this place and never come back!"

"Hah... what a noble teacher you are. I’m almost moved to tears. But Ye Feng, do you really think you can stop me with your skills?"

Xie Yuyan, gripping a dagger, let out a cold laugh. As she stepped forward, her gaze remained locked onto Su Yuxin. If the girl made even the slightest move, she wouldn’t hesitate to strike. She had no interest in a peaceful resolution—her only goal was to take Ye Feng back by force and live a carefree, shameless life with him.

"Xie Yuyan!"

Ye Feng reached back and nudged the motionless Su Yuxin, then stepped forward to block Xie Yuyan’s line of sight. The two stared each other down.

"Don’t drag them into this. Let’s keep this between us—no more schemes."

"......"

Hearing Ye Feng’s words, Xie Yuyan actually lowered her dagger. Not because she agreed with him, but because the space in her heart that had once held Ye Feng was now filled with the pain of seeing him protect others, even at the cost of opposing her. Each of his actions felt like countless cuts, leaving her emotionally scarred. Even the joy of reuniting with him had been washed away by his words.

"My dear, I never knew you were so compassionate. Your boundless kindness truly delights me. In that case, Ye Feng, why not let me see for myself whether your heart holds even a sliver of love for me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Xie Yuyan leaped into the air, her eyes instantly locking onto Su Yuxin’s trembling figure behind Ye Feng. To avoid complications, she decided to eliminate Su Yuxin first—that way, even if she had to take Ye Feng by force, she’d have plenty of time.

But Ye Feng was no pushover. Though his injured arm hadn’t fully healed, his sharp instincts allowed him to anticipate Xie Yuyan’s every move. To divert her attention, he hurled the strawberry plushie in his hand straight at her face.

"Hm?"

Sensing a red object flying toward her, Xie Yuyan—ever the professional—instinctively dodged while flicking a throwing dagger at the plushie. With a sharp whistle, the dagger pierced the toy, sending it rolling to Su Yuxin’s feet.

"This... this is the strawberry plushie I gave Ye Feng gege..."

Recognizing it, Su Yuxin was jolted back to reality. She immediately crouched down and clutched the fallen plushie tightly to her chest.

"I won’t... I won’t let you take it. This is a gift for Ye Feng gege!"

"Yuxin!"

Seizing the moment of distraction, Ye Feng struck Xie Yuyan’s foot with a punch, using all his strength to push her several meters back. Then, he snatched the strawberry plushie from Su Yuxin’s hands and tucked it into his own chest, giving her a firm nod.

"Don’t worry, I’ll protect it. You protect yourself too, okay?"

"Wuu... Ye Feng gege... wait for me. I’ll bring help!"

Hearing the familiar gentleness in his voice, Su Yuxin burst into tears. After one last look at Ye Feng standing defiantly against Xie Yuyan, she turned and ran.

Just as Ye Feng expected Xie Yuyan to pursue her, she instead brushed the dust off her clothes and fixed him with a dark, piercing glare.

It was unmistakable—the hunter had locked onto her prey. Without a doubt, Xie Yuyan was now prepared for a deadly showdown.

"Ye Feng, you... you really know how to infuriate me. You can forgive those who hurt you again and again, even protecting them in the end? And yet, I’ve never received such treatment... never..."

Her voice grew quieter, but the aura around her grew increasingly terrifying.

"Xie Yuyan... if we talk this through properly now, there’s still room for negotiation. The things you’ve done are just too extreme!"

"Extreme? And whose fault is that, Ye Feng? If you hadn’t attracted all those admirers lusting after you, do you think I’d be like this?"

A twisted smile curled on Xie Yuyan’s lips, her tone laced with madness and unresolved emotions.

I... I never wanted this either...

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