Qin Feng''s voice grew increasingly soft, and as he spoke toward the end, he cautiously nced at Fu Qiyuan. Fu Qiyuan''s expression was calm andposed, and Qin Feng saw no peculiar expression on his face.


    Those ink-ck eyes seemed to contain a trace of amusement, yet the amusement was cold, carrying an aloof chill that was cruelly indifferent. Dark as the vast starry sky, they seemed endless, cold as a mountain stream''s icy spring, devoid of any warmth.


    Somehow, a chill surged from the soles of Qin Feng''s feet straight to his brain, an oppressive dread making him shiver and his body stiffen involuntarily.


    Fu Qiyuan still didn''t speak. Qin Feng''s face turned somewhat pale, and sweat broke out finely on his forehead. Just when he felt his breathing thinning, the overwhelming sense of suffocation abruptly disappeared.


    In his pause for breath, Fu Qiyuan slowly lit a cigarette; soon, the smoke blurred his features, yet it couldn''t obscure the bloodthirsty murderous intent in his eyes, the me between his fingers transforming into cold embers in an instant.


    A momentter, his thin lips parted lightly, and he coldly uttered a sentence.


    "Keep watching."


    Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes."


    "Follow Xiao Ran''s bodyguards, have them protect her closely..." Fu Qiyuan paused, then sighed lightly, "Forget it, apany to protect instead."


    Listening to Fu Qiyuan''s helpless tone, Qin Feng felt waves of shock inside.


    In fact, both President Fu and the youngdy are strong-willed people. Strong-willed individuals often have very decisive opinions.


    The youngdy isn''t a sheltered, weak dodder; instead, she''s extremely smart and capable. She doesn''t need President Fu''s excessive protection because she can protect herself.


    But to President Fu, the youngdy is the most cherished person, no matter how tough or smart she is. She still needs protection; he can''t help but worry for her safety. Let alone threats to her physical security, even a hair falling from her head would hurt President Fu.


    Perhaps President Fu realizes that too much protection would be a burden for the youngdy, which is why he attempts to bnce it by arranging apaniment protection, not close protection.


    And the youngdy not wanting President Fu to apany her to Paris is also likely because she doesn''t wish for him to change his original life rhythm because of her.


    Life is long; it''s impossible for the youngdy''s every outing thereafter to be apanied by President Fu out of worry. Otherwise, both President Fu and the youngdy would be exhausted; they have their own businesses and lives, and they can''t constantly live for each other.


    Two strong-willed people are making concessions and changes for each other. Perhaps that''s the most beautiful aspect of love and marriage, only...


    A wife being too capable makes oneself seem useless, and President Fu''s helplessness...


    He might never understand it in this lifetime!


    -


    Meanwhile, on the other side, the news of Su Ran''s arrival in F-country also reached Jin Moshen''s ears promptly.


    "Master Jin, should we take action?"


    Qi Jin looked at the manzily sprawled on the opposite sofa. The man had his legs crossed, one arm casually draped over the back of the sofa, the other holding a slender cigarette between his fingertips. What met the eye was an exceptionally striking face, dark brows like ink, surrounded by a thin mist between them, cold and aloof.


    His brown eyes resembled a vast ocean, on the surface calm and unperturbed, but in fact roiling within, with even the corners of his eyes emanating a slight chill. His lips bore a trace of nonchnt amusement, and his iconic silvery-gray short hair exuded a dangerous aura.


    The man leaned against the sofa, his slender fingers supporting the tousled fringe on his forehead, looking perplexed.


    After a while, he finally spoke in the serious gaze of Qi Jin.


    "Jin, if, I''m saying if..."


    Qi Jin solemnly nodded, his expression grave, "Go ahead."


    "If I abduct Xiao Ranran back before that fashion week begins, would she be mad at me?"


    Qi Jin: "..."


    He had anxiously prepared an invincible n, even devised an ''escape'' route, only for Master Jin to hit him with such a ridiculous question. Despite Qi Jin''s loyalty, the urge to rebel against his master was unprecedentedly strong at that moment.


    Cracks appeared finely on Qi Jin''s face, "What did you say?"


    Jin Moshen''s mood seemed quite good now, or perhaps he genuinely cared about the question, repeating his words good-naturedly.


    Qi Jin''s expression showed signs of copse, suppressing the stormy emotion in his chest.


    "Haven''t you always wanted Miss Xiao Ran back? What does it matter if she''s mad?"


    At any time, any ce, in any way brought back, Miss Xiao Ran would be mad. Doesn''t Master Jin have any points?


    And you have the nerve to ask.


    Moreover, you''re nning to abduct her back, yet you''re concerned about her being mad.


    Hypocrite!


    "Of course." The man donned an expression of ''What do you, as an old man, know?''" "A man should never let a woman get angry."


    Qi Jin: "..."


    You''re too arrogant, you''re impressive, yet hasn''t caught her intensively at all.


    "You haven''t answered my question yet." He reminded afterwards.


    Seeing him seriously ask, Qi Jin, therefore, answered seriously.


    "Should maybe perhaps possibly... yes."


    Upon hearing this, Jin Moshen''s troubled expression turned distressed. He sat on the sofa, contemtive, thinking for a long time yet seemingly getting nowhere, eventually got up, kicking a nearby stool in frustration.


    "I don''t care if she''s mad or not; she''ll be mad anyway. Since that''s the case..."


    Qi Jin adjusted the sses on his nose, a white light reflecting from the lenses, "I''ll gather the men right away and prepare to proceed..."


    "Let''s wait until that fashion week is over then."


    Qi Jin: "..."


    Jin Moshen opened his mouth quietly, "That fashion week seems to be very important to her."


    Qi Jin: "..."


    Weren''t you aggressive a moment ago, insisting?


    In the end, still afraid of her being mad!


    Qi Jin pinched the bridge of his nose, kindly reminded, "Master Jin, the situation is very tense right now; our forces can''t fully enter Hua Country temporarily." So, wanting to abduct someone in Hua Country would be stepping into a trap.


    "I know."


    "If we miss this opportunity in F-country, next time..."


    "Jin, are you intending for me to grow old alone and die in solitude?"


    The man blinked, smiling at Qi Jin, his gaze... extremely sincere.


    Qi Jin gritted his teeth, forcibly restrained his emotions, but looking at someone''s vicious smile, couldn''t endure it.


    "You deserve it!!"


    Better to be single forever, lest you harm others!


    "Hahahaha..." Seeing Qi Jin honestly explode, someoneughed wildly and recklessly.


    Momentster, as hisughs subsided, the amusement on his face was entirely collected.


    "Take action immediately after fashion week ends. If sessful, bring her back. If she resists..."


    The man slightly narrowed his eyes; his tone was sinister and cold, "Break her leg!!"


    Qi Jin''s expression turned sharp, "… Yes."