Chapter 15: You Must Never Do That Again

Screeching tires echoed as the convertible BMW skidded to a halt by the roadside, coming to a crooked stop.

“Qin Xuan! How did you get up here?” Yang Weiyang’s voice trembled with panic from the driver’s seat.

“That’s none of your concern. Why were you driving so fast? Take us back to Tenglong International, or you’ll be in serious trouble.” Qin Xuan spoke as he released Dongfang Qingwan, noticing that her cheeks, once pale, now glowed like ripe apples.

Once freed, Dongfang Qingwan shifted awkwardly toward the side, turning her head slightly as she began to tidy her wind-tousled hair. The sight was so endearing that even Qin Xuan felt his heart flutter.

Yang Weiyang was even more captivated, staring blankly, at a loss for words.

It was only after a long moment that Dongfang Qingwan realized both men were watching her. Flustered, she stopped and sat upright. “What are you looking at? Hurry up and drive to Tenglong International. Brother Zhao must be worried…”

“Yes. Yang Weiyang, what are you waiting for? Drive.” Qin Xuan followed up, a hint of amusement in his heart, thinking that Miss Dongfang was indeed rather shy.

Urged by both of them, Yang Weiyang dared not protest. He stepped on the gas, and the convertible sped toward Tenglong International.

“Qin Xuan, what’s your relationship with Zhao Long?” After composing himself, Yang Weiyang finally voiced the question.

He remembered Zhao Long picking up Qin Xuan from school, specifically recalling the license plate of the Bentley. Bentleys were rare in Jinling, even among the wealthy. Through some channel, he had found out that the car belonged to Zhao Long—a prominent figure among the city’s elite youth.

For Zhao Long to personally pick someone up and address him as “junior,” Qin Xuan’s status had to be extraordinary.

“Just take us to Tenglong International. Don’t ask unnecessary questions. You should be grateful we’re not holding you accountable for what just happened.” Qin Xuan warned coldly.

Had the Dongfang family decided to pursue the matter of her abduction, Yang Weiyang would never escape unscathed.

Yang Weiyang, hearing this, nodded meekly and focused on driving. He truly feared the consequences if the Dongfang family got involved. Seeing that neither Qin Xuan nor Dongfang Qingwan seemed intent on blaming him, he felt a huge weight lift from his chest.

When they arrived at Tenglong International, twenty minutes had passed. With the round trip, nearly an hour was gone—who knew how Zhao Long was faring.

“All right, you can go now,” Qin Xuan said, not looking back as he led Dongfang Qingwan out of the car. Relieved, Yang Weiyang was just about to drive away when Qin Xuan suddenly turned, startling him.

“A final warning. I don’t care who your father is—if you ever try anything against us again, you’ll bear the consequences.”

The chilling warning pierced Yang Weiyang’s soul like a blade. Qin Xuan’s words were laced with invisible sword energy, sending a wave of bone-freezing cold that made Yang Weiyang shudder uncontrollably, his heart quaking.

Yang Weiyang barely remembered how he left. By the time he regained his senses, Qin Xuan and Dongfang Qingwan had vanished from sight, his mind echoing with that stern warning.

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“Do you remember the first day I arrived late at Qixia Manor? I was late because I rescued someone at an abandoned factory—the same Ms. Su we ran into at school,” Qin Xuan explained, following Dongfang Qingwan into the mall.

“Is that so? A real hero saving a damsel in distress. No wonder she wanted to treat you to dinner.” Dongfang Qingwan’s demeanor softened, though she still seemed a bit uneasy—probably because Qin Xuan had just carried her without her consent.

“And now Yang Weiyang abducted you to the same place. That can’t be a coincidence. Could he be connected to Zhou Daqiang?” Qin Xuan mused, puzzled.

Since he couldn’t figure it out, he let the thought go. After his final warning, laced with invisible sword energy, Yang Weiyang wouldn’t dare make trouble for quite some time. For a disciple of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, such a simple psychic attack was trivial.

“Hey, let me remind you of something.” Dongfang Qingwan called out as Qin Xuan walked ahead.

“What is it?” he asked, puzzled.

“In the future… you’re not allowed to do that again. Otherwise, I’ll tell my grandfather and have you dismissed,” she said, blushing slightly but with firm resolve.

“That? Oh…” At first, Qin Xuan didn’t understand, but seeing her blush, he quickly realized. He chuckled warmly. “Of course. If anything like that happens again, I’ll ask your permission first.”

“So you’re planning on there being a next time?” Dongfang Qingwan wrinkled her delicate nose, looking adorably annoyed.

“All right, I promise nothing like that will happen again,” Qin Xuan assured her.

This time had been a careless mistake, but as a swordsman, his senses were keen. If he paid attention, no one could silently abduct Dongfang Qingwan from his side.

“Are you the friends of Young Master Zhao? Please, come this way—he’s expecting you both.”

Not long after entering the mall, a smartly dressed manager hurried over, smiling politely.

“Thank you, lead the way,” Qin Xuan replied.

The manager nodded and guided them. The Tenglong International office building was just behind the mall, and soon they reached the nineteenth floor. The entire building, surprisingly, was unadorned and simple, not ostentatious as one might expect of such a large corporation. Qin Xuan found this curious—clearly, the owner of Tenglong International was no ordinary person.

“Young Master Zhao and the boss are waiting for you inside. Please, go on in.” The manager bowed politely and left with a smile.

Knocking gently on the door, Qin Xuan heard a commanding voice from inside: “Come in.”

Upon entering, Qin Xuan was momentarily stunned to recognize two people inside—the middle-aged woman and the old man who had pretended to be struck by a car earlier that day.

Both stood uneasily to the side, while at the center of the office sat two others.

One was Zhao Long, who greeted them with a smile. Across from him sat a young man, no older than thirty.

This was the owner of Tenglong International? So young! Qin Xuan was quietly impressed, thinking that Senior Brother Zhao Long truly kept remarkable company.

“Have a seat, Junior Brother Qin. Do you recognize these two?” Zhao Long stood and gestured toward the middle-aged woman and the old man.

“Of course. They tried to extort me for two hundred thousand,” Qin Xuan replied with a smile, nodding to Dongfang Qingwan as they took their seats on the sofa.

“Haha. If it weren’t for the surveillance cameras in my mall, they would have gotten away with it,” the young owner finally stood, his tone apologetic. “I’m sorry such an incident happened on my premises. Since you’re Zhao’s junior, consider this a token of compensation.”

The young boss handed over a silver card, the word “VIP” emblazoned boldly across its surface.