Deeply in Love: The Two-Faced CEO is Too Clingy

Chapter 230 Revenge is not the main objective

Chapter 230 Revenge is not the main goal

Yan Ye snorted disdainfully and then reached out to remove the mask from Yue Yirou's face.

A fair and flawless face appeared before Zhang Qier.

"How could this be? How is this possible?"

Her face had miraculously healed, without leaving even a trace. How could that be?

Even if it's her antidote, it would take at least a month or two to fully recover. How come her face is completely healed in just a few days?

This antidote is way too effective!

Who is so capable? How could they concoct such an antidote in such a short time?

She thought Heifeng already had a wealth of talent, but she didn't expect Yan Ye to have so many talented people around him as well.

It seems that Xingye Pavilion is a place where hidden talents reside.

I need to report this to my superiors when I get back. Yan Ye is no ordinary person; fighting him will only result in mutual destruction.

After her initial shock, Zhang Qier suddenly turned her head to the side, then turned around and, with lightning speed, reached out and grabbed the gun barrel.

In his other hand, a short knife appeared out of nowhere, its cold light gleaming, and he thrust it toward the man with the gun.

Acheng had anticipated her move, so he released the gun, spun around with lightning speed to dodge her attack, and moved behind her. Then, he chopped down on her back with a palm strike.

Caught off guard and already injured, Zhang Qier was suddenly struck and knocked to the ground.

The dagger in her hand, and the pistol she had just snatched, flew out of her grasp the moment she was struck down.

After Zhang Qier fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted from her mouth, and a faint smell of blood immediately filled the air.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Qier, who had just been standing in front of her, collapsed to the ground, seriously injured.

This happened so fast that it took Yue Yirou a long time to react.

Yan Ye loosened his arms around her waist and whispered comforting words in her ear: "Don't worry, it's just a minor injury."

“I’m not worried about Zhang Qi’er, I’m worried about A-Cheng. He went a bit too far. What will happen after this…” Yue Yirou sighed and secretly glanced at A-Cheng.

Yan Ye nodded slightly in agreement, then looked at A-Cheng with concern in his eyes.

Acheng's attention was entirely on Zhang Qier, and he didn't notice that Yan Ye and Yue Yirou were whispering to each other.

Crazy woman, you can't move now, can you?

How dare they harm my young mistress! They really don't know what's good for them.

If you fall into my hands, A-Cheng, you'll be in for a world of hurt.

After giving a cold snort, A-Cheng beckoned to two bodyguards, ordering them to lift Zhang Qi'er up. Then he walked to the side, bent down, and picked up a pistol and a short knife.

Zhang Qier was seriously injured and lost her ability to fight. The two bodyguards lifted her off the ground without any effort.

Acheng walked up to her with a pistol and a dagger, glared at her fiercely for a while, then reached out and ripped off the highly realistic human skin mask from her face.

A delicate face, a blend of Chinese and Western features, appeared before him, but its only flaw was its pale complexion.

Acheng had always thought Zhang Qier was a tough middle-aged woman, but he was surprised to find that she was a young, mixed-race beauty who looked particularly delicate.

How could he hit a woman? Especially such a delicate and beautiful one.

"Pah!" Zhang Qier suddenly spat at Acheng.

Acheng snapped out of his daze and cursed under his breath. He actually felt guilty; he must have lost his mind. This was a ruthless female assassin.

After wiping the spittle off his face and glaring at Zhang Qier, Acheng turned to Yan Ye, awaiting his instructions.

Yan Ye walked towards them, holding Yue Yirou in his arms.

“Zhang Qi’er, there really are good men in this world. Please don’t be so stubborn. During the days when I had pimples on my face, Ye never complained about me.”

Yue Yirou hopes that Zhang Qier can let go of her prejudice.

"Pah! Yue Yirou, you're such a blockhead, hopeless."

Prejudice was deeply ingrained in Zhang Qier's heart, and there were some things she simply didn't want to hear.

Seeing this, Yue Yirou could only sigh helplessly.

"Yan Ye, so you're saying you set up this whole scheme to capture me to avenge your woman?"

Zhang Qier turned her gaze to Yan Ye.

Yan Ye shook his head slightly: "Revenge is not the main purpose."

Upon hearing this, not only Zhang Qi'er was stunned, but even A-Cheng was dumbfounded.

Isn't the main purpose to avenge the young mistress?

"So your main purpose is to force her to reveal the inside story about Black Wind?"

"you guess?"

Zhang Qier: "..."

Acheng: "..."

“Acheng, take the person away and keep a close eye on them. If they run away or commit suicide, you will be held responsible.”

Acheng: "..."

Yue Yirou waited quietly in bed. When she heard the sound of running water in the bathroom stop, her heart began to race.

Her face has healed, so Yan Ye should touch her tonight, right?

I'm a little nervous, but also a little excited.

After Yan Ye came out of the bathroom, he did the same as the past few days, lifted the covers and lay down, then habitually pulled Yue Yirou into his arms and kissed her for a while.

Yue Yirou responded to his kiss passionately, but to her surprise, Yan Ye only kissed her for a short while before letting her go, without taking any further action.

After nestling in his arms for a while, Yue Yirou noticed that Yan Ye had closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep. She couldn't help but softly call out, "Ye."

Yan Ye opened his eyes: "What's wrong?"

"I—" she wanted to say that her face had healed, but that would be too obvious. Having already been rejected several times, she didn't have the courage to take the initiative again.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to call your name."

Yan Ye smiled, lowered his head and kissed her lips hard, then hugged her tightly: "Go to sleep."

Then, he really closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Hearing his even breathing, a hint of sadness flashed in Yue Yirou's eyes.

why?

Why is Yan Ye doing this?

She really couldn't understand.

Yue Yirou's face had healed, and Zhang Qier had been caught. Yan Ye didn't want to stay in M ​​City any longer, so he got up early in the morning and ordered them to set off back to Xingye Pavilion.

The Yan and Mu families had some connection, and Old Master Mu had watched him grow up. Before returning, Yan Ye hesitated for a while before deciding to take Yue Yirou to visit Old Master Mu.

This time, Acheng stayed behind to guard Zhang Qier and did not go with them.

Escorted by a group of bodyguards, a line of cars drove in a grand procession toward the Mu family mansion.

Grandpa Mu was very pleased to see that Yan Ye had come to visit him.

Although he really hoped that Yan Ye could become his granddaughter's husband, seeing how much he loved Yue Yirou and how gentle and kind she was, he finally gave up the idea of ​​forcing Yan Ye and his granddaughter to be together and sent his blessings to Yan Ye and Yue Yirou.

From the moment Mu Xuan heard the news and went downstairs to see Yue Yirou, she became somewhat absent-minded. When Grandpa Mu asked her questions, she often couldn't react for a long time.

"Xuanxuan, what's wrong with you today?"

When Mu Xuan was once again unable to react, Old Master Mu couldn't help but frown.