Break Your Leg with My Own Hands

After summoning the system panel, Ye Feng swiftly skimmed through the items listed in his inventory without hesitation.

"Substitute Doll, Master Key, Healing Pill, Feign Death Pill, Electronic Jammer, Surveillance Detector..."

"I never realized I'd accumulated so many items over time. With this many tools at hand, I should be able to hold out for a while."

Muttering to himself, Ye Feng glanced down at the blood-soaked bandages wrapped around his wounds, still seeping crimson. After a brief pause of hesitation, he considered:

Maybe I should take the Healing Pill first? Leaving these injuries untreated could spell disaster, especially if Xie Yuyan catches up—my chances would be slim to none.

Just as Ye Feng was about to retrieve the Healing Pill, a rustling sound suddenly emerged from the nearby thicket.

"!!!"

The noise made Ye Feng freeze, his breath hitching as he immediately abandoned his plan to take the pill.

His gaze locked onto the dense foliage, an ominous and unsettling premonition surged through him like a tidal wave.

Impossible... Even if Xie Yuyan were tracking me, it'd take considerable effort. I’ve been careful to cover my tracks—such conspicuous movement doesn’t align with a professional assassin’s discipline.

Ye Feng wasn’t sure if he was trying to reassure himself or if he truly trusted his own countermeasures, but his focus remained fixed on the rustling bushes.

As he watched, the movement abruptly ceased.

"Probably just the wind. A false alarm, then."

Ye Feng exhaled deeply, closing his eyes to steady his racing heart. In that same moment, his hand instinctively reached for a sharp-edged stone by his foot—only for an icy yet sultry voice to whisper in his ear:

"Darling, no more sudden moves, alright? Or I can’t guarantee where your next wound might appear~"

Recognizing the all-too-familiar voice, Ye Feng relinquished his grip on the stone with a resigned sigh.

"Well, I suppose I’m still no match for you in this regard..."

"Heh~"

Xie Yuyan let out a soft, mocking hum, pressing her voluptuous frame flush against Ye Feng’s back without a care for the blood staining his clothes.

"Why must you resist? The outcome was always inevitable. This struggle is pointless."

"Xie Yuyan, you’re deluding yourself. If you keep going down this path, the consequences will be dire."

"Dire? Do you even know what ‘dire’ means? The real tragedy is you cozying up to that woman, Li Mucheng! After all the pain she caused you, you just forgave her like it was nothing? By your logic, shouldn’t you forgive me too, then?"

"Of course."

Ye Feng answered without hesitation. Though he kept his head lowered, avoiding her gaze, his tone was tender.

"As long as you acknowledge your mistakes, Yuyan, I’ll forgive you."

"Don’t joke with me! If you truly forgave me, you wouldn’t stand in my way! Shouldn’t lovers support each other’s desires?"

"Your methods are too extreme, Xie Yuyan. Violence is never the best solution."

"But it’s the fastest and most effective, isn’t it?"

Losing patience for further debate, Xie Yuyan knew capturing Ye Feng was only half the battle. She still had to evade Su Yuxin and Li Mucheng’s pursuit to claim true victory.

Still, the most critical piece was now in her grasp—final success was within reach. All that remained was...

"Mwah~"

Seizing Ye Feng’s momentary distraction, Xie Yuyan planted a possessive kiss on his cheek.

"Darling, do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you? Nights without you were sleepless and hollow. Now that I have you back, I’ll never let you go again."

Just as Ye Feng braced for her to manipulate him through sheer dominance, a metallic click echoed by his ear. Before he could react, cold handcuffs clamped around his wrists.

"Th-These are—?!"

"Do you like them? I had them custom-made just for you, my love. These cuffs symbolize unwavering devotion—eternal togetherness. Doesn’t that sound perfectly romantic?"

"......"

When Ye Feng stayed silent, Xie Yuyan wasn’t deterred. Instead, she eagerly continued whispering in his ear:

"From now on, I’ll take you to a world meant only for us. No interruptions, no outsiders—just you and me, living happily. Like before, I’ll cook your favorite meals, and after dinner, we’ll curl up together, savoring every perfect moment~"

"Xie Yuyan, this fantasy of yours isn’t sustainable. It’s not too late to turn back. No matter what, I’ll wait for you to admit your mistakes."

Ye Feng longed to reach out and stroke her hair—a habit he’d always cherished, watching her gaze soften with affection. But all he felt was the clink of metal, his hands bound and useless.

"Still so stubborn, darling. But time will prove me right. Eventually, you’ll understand how much I’ve done for you."

Their negotiation ended in stalemate. Noticing Ye Feng’s blood still trickling, Xie Yuyan narrowed her eyes, checking for any alarming changes before deftly bandaging his wounds.

"Stay still, love. Let me patch you up properly. I’d hate to make a careless mistake now~"

Her hands worked swiftly, stanching the bleeding in moments. Just as she leaned in to rekindle their intimacy, tiny pebbles on the ground trembled faintly.

"Oh~"

Xie Yuyan drew out the syllable, caressing Ye Feng’s face with a playful smile.

"Our guests have arrived. Be a dear and wait here—I’ll be back soon. And remember: no more ‘running away.’"

"Or I’ll have to break your legs myself~"