Chapter 453 - Not Enough (1/2)

Linfeng looked at his Young Miss's hand clinging to his suit.

He reached out to hold her hand in assurance. He knew that there was an indescribable hatred inside Xiong Zhi's heart for this person, specifically, to the father and daughter pair of Xiong Wuyue and Xiong De.

At first, he could not comprehend why. But after these two sent people to kidnap and even humiliate his Young Miss, Linfeng harbored a great amount of hatred and disgust for them.

He felt distressed, knowing that before he had met Xiong Zhi, she was just a lone girl without anyone helping her.

His Young Miss had been young back then, innocent about the world, how could she have fended herself from such evil minds?

He was convinced that Xiong Zhi must have suffered a lot under their hands, which caused her to bear such a great hatred against them. Even if the other party was a woman, in his eyes, Xiong Wuyue was as evil as her father and those rapists.

So he did not sugarcoat his words and ruthlessly told Xiong Wuyue. ”I don't know where you got the idea of me siding with you. I am his Young Miss's person. Never yours. We are not familiar, so please respect yourself.”

Stab.

The words hurt more than Xiong Wuyue had imagined.

Linfeng's dark pools contained a ruthless threat.

”Keep in mind one thing, though. If you try to harm my Young Miss again, I will make you feel that death is better than living. I don't care even if you are a woman, or a Xiong. If you dare touch her again, you have to be prepared for the consequences.”

Stab.

Stab.

Xiong Wuyue held her chest, the tight and needle-like pain made it hard to breathe.

Linfeng's words were harsh. Coupled with his frightening eyes that could make one tremble, it scared and hurt Xiong Wuyue's heart at the same time.

She could not believe that the man she liked just threatened her.

In her own little world, Linfeng was always gentle, warm, and perfect. Xiong Wuyue's nose soured and her vision turned misty.

She shook her head. She did not want to believe it. That young and kind boy who smiled and cheered her up... would actually do something like threatening her.

”You… Why are you being like this?” she whimpered. ”You once cared about me...” Her heart and her mind denied what she was seeing and hearing right now.

Where was her gentle Linfeng?

The once gentle and kind boy, who had now turned into a tall and strapping young man, glanced indifferently at her. His eyes remained cold.

”You mistook duty as caring? You, who used your surname Xiong in tyranny, is really a self-centered person who saw things as she wished. Overbearing as usual, just as how you turn asking for a favor to giving an order.”

Crash.

Xiong Wuyue's eyes blanked out.

Her idyllic world shattered.

Her mind zeroed in onto one word.

…Duty?

…It turned out, that time, Linfeng was only acting out his duties? That he took care of a certain young miss who was cast aside, it was all because of his sense of duty…?

The only remaining light faded into darkness.

The security came over, held her arms, and pulled her out under the watchful rain of flashes of camera.

The media seemed excited watching the drama unfold right in their very eyes.

The woman whose world had shattered to pieces was not even given a chance to recover before she was dragged by the security.

Her weak body could not even struggle as her mind had become numbed.

Xiong Zhi watched them leave.

Xiong Wuyue must have finally awakened to the reality of the situation she was in.

After the security left, Linfeng turned to his girlfriend with worry.

His body unconsciously shielded Xiong Zhi from the line of the cameras.

He pulled her gently away until they came to a well-hidden area far from the prying eyes of people.

”Are you alright?”

Xiong Zhi nodded, and then sighed. ”En, I'm fine. She didn't even get to touch me. It's just… how to say it. I feel a bit down.”

Linfeng's brows rose slightly and faint worry appeared in his eyes. 'Don't tell me, Zhi'er actually felt sorry for Xiong Wuyue?'

He began to ponder how to convince her to not feel guilty, when he heard her next words.

”I didn't even do anything. I only spoke a few words, yet she is already down.” Xiong Zhi sighed. ”I did not even sweat. How anticlimactic.”

Linfeng: ”...”

Alright, it was his fault for overthinking.

He suddenly remembered a certain incident when his Young Miss committed a fistfight for the first time.

Back then, she did look like she enjoyed it.

”Ah… My hands itched earlier, but unfortunately…”

Linfeng sighed. ”Zhi'er, you don't have to do that. You'll just hurt your hand when touching such a dirty thing.”

'…'

”Pfft.” Xiong Zhi let out a chuckle.

He really called Xiong Wuyue a dirt. That made her happy, ah.

However, Linfeng stared deeply at her.