Xu Mu turned to Meng Wanyue and immediately said, "Southern District Trade Center. Hurry."
Meng Wanyue nodded. From the earlier conversation, she could tell something had happened on the other end of the call.
She pulled the electronic handbrake with one hand and sharply turned the steering wheel.
The car skidded under her control, spinning around before she slammed the accelerator, sending the vehicle speeding forward.
"Damn it!"
Xu Mu cursed under his breath, then glanced at Meng Wanyue. "You call this not knowing how to drive?"
Meng Wanyue said nothing, keeping her eyes fixed on the road ahead.
In her mind, since she had already exposed herself, there was no point pretending.
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Third floor of the Trade Center.
A group of men surrounded Ye Tong.
As soon as they closed in, Ye Tong pushed Ye Yu aside.
She was gentle by nature, but not weak.
Just like before, whenever Xu Mu tried to hit Ye Yu, she would always step in front.
"What do you want?"
Ye Tong wore a simple dress today, her hair tied back, revealing delicate features.
Even in the plainest clothes, she couldn’t hide the refined grace of a well-bred lady.
"What do we want?"
A man in a designer suit, with dyed blond hair, stepped forward from the crowd. "You must be Ye Tong from the Ye Family, right?"
"That’s me," Ye Tong replied warily. "What about it?"
"What about it? My family invested millions in your family’s business, and within a month, you went bankrupt. Did you think our money grew on trees?"
Huang Hao looked her up and down, a cold smirk forming. "So, how are you going to compensate me?"
"Who are you?" Ye Tong asked.
"This trade center belongs to the Huangs. I’m Huang Hao."
He stuffed his hands in his pockets, grinning.
"Is Huang Dahai your father?" Ye Tong inquired.
She had indeed heard of this matter. When the Ye Family fell into trouble, the first person they thought of was Xu Shou.
Xu Shou had invested heavily in the Ye Family, but luck seemed to evade them—every business venture hit a dead end.
The Ye Family didn’t have the shamelessness to keep relying on Xu Shou.
Ye Tong remembered they had once approached Huang Dahai.
"That’s right. My father is Huang Dahai."
Huang Hao puffed out his chest proudly. "You owe us so much money. You’re not leaving today."
"I’m sorry about what happened, but you need to understand—your family invested, not lent. The Ye Family doesn’t owe you anything."
Ye Tong forced herself to stay calm.
"Sorry? You think an apology is enough? Your ‘sorry’ must be worth a fortune, huh?"
Huang Hao stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Come with me. Spend a few days with me, and we’ll call it even."
"Watch your mouth. I’m married," Ye Tong said coldly.
Huang Hao leered. "Even better. It’s not like it’s your first time. Play with me for a few days—your husband will never know."
Slap!
Ye Tong struck Huang Hao across the face and turned to leave.
"You bitch! Hit me and think you can just walk away?"
Huang Hao clutched his cheek and barked at his men, "What are you standing around for? Stop her!"
Several burly men in suits immediately moved to block Ye Tong’s path.
From a distance, Ye Yu saw what was happening and rushed over. "What are you doing? I’ll call the police!"
"Call them! She assaulted me. My head hurts—perfect for charging her with intentional assault."
Huang Hao glared at Ye Yu, unaware the Ye Family had a younger daughter.
His target today was only Ye Tong.
"Take her away!"
Huang Hao pressed a hand to his face, smirking. "I’ll have plenty of ways to make you cooperate later."
Ye Tong struggled, but the men held her shoulders tightly, leaving her no room to break free.
Seeing this, Ye Yu clenched her teeth, her eyes turning icy. She grabbed a chair nearby and swung it toward the men.
But before she could throw it, someone seized the chair from behind.
"Let go—!"
Ye Yu turned, snarling like an enraged cub.
When she saw who stood behind her, her eyes widened. "Brother… brother-in-law."
Ye Tong also noticed Xu Mu’s arrival. Tears she had been holding back finally spilled over, streaming down her cheeks.
Even she didn’t understand why.
Why did she feel so safe the moment this man appeared?
Just days ago, he had been shouting at her.
Huang Hao spotted Xu Mu and forced a smile, cupping his hands in mock respect. "Well, well, if it isn’t Young Master Xu?"
From his memories, Xu Mu recognized him.
The Huang Family, though based in Jiang City, had backing from the Feng Family in Jiangbei Province.
The Feng Family had once been on par with the Xu Family, competing fiercely in Jiangbei.
But after years of Xu Shou funneling resources into the Ye Family, the Xu Family had slipped to around tenth place.
The Feng Family, however, remained firmly in the top five.
Xu Mu strode forward, stopping beside Ye Tong.
The security guards nearby shrank back—they all knew who he was.
"Are you okay?" Xu Mu asked gently.
"I’m fine," Ye Tong whispered.
"No, she’s not! That guy just insulted my sister!" Ye Yu ran over, pointing accusingly at Huang Hao.
Xu Mu’s expression darkened as he turned toward Huang Hao. "Huang Hao. You dare lay a hand on my woman?"
Hearing those words, Ye Tong’s vision blurred with fresh tears.
[Affection +20]
"Xu Mu, I’d advise you not to act recklessly. You know I’m Young Master Feng’s man. If you touch me—"
Boom!
Before Xu Mu could reach him, Meng Wanyue struck first.
Her foot lashed out, slamming into Huang Hao’s torso. His body convulsed as he skidded across the polished floor.
He slid nearly eight meters before crashing into a pillar and collapsing.
"Ugh—!"
Huang Hao vomited blood, clutching his stomach as he writhed on the ground.
Meng Wanyue’s face remained impassive, her eyes cold and detached—like a predator sizing up prey. She advanced toward him.
Normally, she wouldn’t interfere.
But these two women—she had seen their photos. They were the people she had been sent to find.
The Dragon King’s orders were clear: observe their living conditions and protect them.
If the Dragon King learned someone had dared to humiliate them, blood would be spilled.
Meng Wanyue grabbed Huang Hao by the collar, hauling him upright.
Then—
Slap!
Another brutal strike. Blood sprayed from Huang Hao’s mouth.
Fear flashed in his eyes.
Everyone knew Xu Mu was trouble, but this was insane.
"Y-Young Master Xu! I’m sorry! I was wrong! Please, no more!" he begged.
Xu Mu blinked, slightly bewildered. He hadn’t ordered Meng Wanyue to attack.
But he understood. She must have recognized Ye Tong and Ye Yu from the photos.
"Enough. Stop," Xu Mu commanded.
Meng Wanyue hesitated before releasing Huang Hao and stepping back.
Xu Mu crouched beside Huang Hao, his voice calm. "Explain. Why did you target my woman?"
"Young Master Xu, I didn’t know she was yours—"
"So you’re saying any beautiful woman on the street is fair game as long as she has no backing?" Xu Mu cut him off. "You really think you’re above the law, huh?"
Huang Hao nearly laughed through the pain.
You’re the one who just beat me half to death in public! Who’s above the law now?
But he didn’t dare to say it outright. Instead, he explained, "I received a text today saying that Ye Tong from the Ye family had come to our market. That’s why I came looking for trouble."
"A text? Let me see!"
Xu Mu frowned—it was clear someone was targeting them.
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