"Okay."
Chi Xian’s lips curved slightly as she nodded.
This was expected.
She wouldn't need his help.
Although she had agreed, he still showed no intention of moving away.
Maintaining that distance, he slightly raised his deep, smiling eyes.
His obsidian-like eyes were filled with her face.
Giving Ming Zheng a…
Illusion that his eyes could only see her.
This feeling made Ming Zheng increasingly uncomfortable.
She furrowed her brow slightly.
She didn't like this feeling of being out of control.
If he wouldn't back down, she would.
Ming Zheng took another step back.
She stopped only when the unique, cool fragrance of the man was no longer so strong in her nostrils.
"I'll go ahead."
With that, she turned and walked towards where Mo Qi Yu had parked his car.
For racing, Mo Qi Yu's sports car was more than enough.
Chi Xian straightened up, a faint smile on his face, watching the girl's retreating figure.
At this moment, Si Lin was staring at his Brother Chi, utterly dumbfounded.
Even the usually cold Si Qi’s gaze towards Chi Xian was exceptionally complex.
Brother Chi…
Seemed to be actively approaching Miss Ming Zheng, wanting to be close to her?
They felt as if their Brother Chi had transformed into a different person upon seeing Miss Ming Zheng.
Different from the Brother Chi they usually saw.
Different from the Brother Chi they knew!
As for Mo Qi Yu…
His inner thoughts were no calmer than the Si brothers.
He was somewhat bewildered, somewhat taken aback, somewhat shocked.
Only after watching Ming Zheng’s figure disappear.
Did he abruptly shift his gaze to Chi Xian.
No, a more accurate word would be – glare!
"Chi Xian, be honest, are you harboring ill intentions towards my baby?!"
Something was very wrong!
These two were incredibly unusual!
It wasn't just Chi Xian's attitude towards Baby that was strange.
It was also… Baby's attitude towards Chi Xian!
In his memory, Baby had never retreated.
Not even when facing the stern old sect leader of the Mo Sect, Baby’s master, had she ever shown the slightest sign of backing down.
But in front of Chi Xian.
She had retreated!
Faced with Chi Xian’s overly intimate actions, Baby hadn't just punched Chi Xian directly in the face and then stepped over him!
Instead, she had actively retreated!
And "fled in a panic"!
This scoundrel Chi Xian, couldn't he have secretly eloped with his Baby behind his back?
As he thought this, Mo Qi Yu's expression grew even angrier.
He looked as if he would charge forward and fight Chi Xian to the death if Chi Xian dared to nod.
Chi Xian casually withdrew his gaze, his expression calm, lacking his usual hidden sharpness.
But as his eyes shifted to Mo Qi Yu, he narrowed them slightly.
Within his deep, dark eyes, a trace of coldness faintly emerged.
"What is it? Does the Dean of the Imperial Capital like Miss Ming?"
He spoke, his low, magnetic voice carrying little discernible emotion.
Yet, Mo Qi Yu felt an eerie chill creeping up his neck.
He hugged his arms, his eyes wide. "My relationship with Baby is familial! Strictly familial! Don't defile our feelings with such dirty thoughts!"
Liking Baby?
The kind of liking between a man and a woman?
He would have to be insane to like Baby with romantic love!
In this world, there was no man who could conquer Baby.
Mo Qi Yu looked up, glancing at Chi Xian.
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It was so oppressive that he was powerless to struggle.
The girl's dark, chilling eyes were like the grim reaper demanding a life.
When the man was stared at by those eyes, his breathing became extremely difficult.
"Is Young Master Song really that afraid of me?" Ming Zheng's posture was languid, tinged with a hint of indifference.
Her bright, beautiful eyes were filled with a mocking smile.
She lazily lifted her eyelids, her gaze settling on a certain spot in the darkness, her crimson lips as vibrant as flowers.
She slowly uttered two words—
"Coward."
Under the dazzling, brilliant lights, the girl's exquisite face was breathtakingly beautiful to an extreme.
In the shadows, Song Zhe Kun's greedy gaze intensified.
He licked his lips.
The corners of his mouth curved into a smile of absolute certainty.
This woman was exciting!
He truly wanted to experience the thrill of conquering her!
Ming Zheng sensed that the person in the shadows had left.
He hadn't taken away these subordinates who intended to tamper with her car.
Ming Zheng didn't leave immediately.
Instead, she slightly raised her eyebrows and gazed in another direction.
She took a step and walked towards it.
In a dim corner.
A petite figure was stealthily circumventing a small path, heading up the mountain.
Before she could take a step.
A foot was placed horizontally beside her.
Ming Zheng's languid, clear voice fell into her ears, "My dear sister, where are you trying to go?"
Trapped in the corner was Ming Zhi Rou, dressed in a sweet, petite jacket and short skirt.
Her soft, sweet little face clearly showed a look of panic when she saw Ming Zheng.
"Sis, Sister…"
Ming Zheng was half a head taller than Ming Zhi Rou.
Especially Ming Zheng's overwhelming aura.
Standing before Ming Zhi Rou.
That absolute, suppressive presence made Ming Zhi Rou breathless.
"My good sister, do you wish for me to die so badly?" Ming Zheng looked at the pale, delicate white flower, a mocking smile on her lips. "Are you very disappointed?"