novelraw Chapter 25: Forced to Hold Hands
Chapter 25: Forced to Hold Hands
Ni Jianren entered a minute before Yu Minglang and didn’t notice the menacing Yu Minglang behind him.
Seeing Qian stand up and pass by him without a glance, walking out, Ni Jianren reached out to grab her, but was stopped by Yu Minglang, who suddenly appeared and slapped his hand away.
"Don’t touch Zhou Zhiruo’s lookalike, you filthy guy!"
Yu Minglang grabbed Qian’s arm, while Qian struggled to push him away.
"Don’t touch me!"
Yu Minglang ignored her, holding onto Qian with one hand and looking coldly at Ni Jianren, "You can leave now. She’ll return the photos and negatives to you."
"And the money..." Ni Jianren felt weak in the knees at the sight of Yu Minglang.
"Don’t speak nonsense. She won’t take your dirty money. Leave!"
With Yu Minglang’s command, Ni Jianren ran off without looking back.
Hearing what Yu Minglang said, Qian knew that he had discovered her plan and angrily shoved him, but couldn’t shake him off.
"What exactly do you want? I have nothing to do with you! Leave my business alone!"
No matter how hard she pushed, his grip was too strong to break free.
Yu Minglang dragged her all the way to his car, opened the door, stuffed her into the passenger seat, and followed her into the car.
Qian was pushed a bit painfully by him and wanted to open the car door to get out, but found that the guy had locked the door. She tried to unlock the central lock, but Yu Minglang saw that the little girl actually understood these things about the car, thinking he couldn’t keep her locked up?
Not a chance!
Qian didn’t even realize how she was pressed into the car seat, and then watched this hateful man pull out a rope from who knows where, swiftly tying her up with a few clicks.
Tied up!!
She was about to explode with anger!
"How dare you use methods to tie up criminals on me?!"
"Behave yourself, and I won’t tie you up if you don’t run." Yu Minglang accidentally brushed against her soft white hands several times while tying her.
"I won’t run, you damn claw! Do I know you well? Who do I know you as?" Qian could remain calm with anyone.
But not with Yu the fool; when she got anxious, the foul words spilled out.
Yu Minglang turned his head to look at her seriously, actually wanting to pinch this girl’s cheek a little, but that would be too frivolous—right now, they weren’t even familiar. "Don’t speak ill of elders!"
Qian rolled her eyes, "Then to hell with your damn claw!"
"Do you want to know how we used to shut up bad people?"
Qian, afraid he’d really stuff something like a smelly sock or a rag in her mouth, had to swallow her resentment toward this villain.
"What do you want to do? Can a good man do something like this?"
"And you, taking someone else’s photos, blackmailing them for money—that’s a crime!" If he hadn’t overheard, how much trouble was this girl planning to cause?
"They aren’t human! And it has nothing to do with you. Let me go!" What had she done to get stuck with this annoying guy!
If a passerby saw her tied up like this by him, they might think she was playing BDSM...
Her reputation, crushed to dust!
Shameless man, she remembered him.
"Those who aren’t human will naturally be dealt with in other ways, but not by retaliating through illegal activities." Yu Minglang knew what she’d been through and understood her anger. But that didn’t mean he could let her ruin her future.
A good girl, if for just two scumbags, did such a thing, she wouldn’t be able to clean it off in the future.
"If I could get money, would I be doing this?" Qian hated this guy’s inability to adapt.
She needed money for school. Her dad, with his atrocious behavior, would definitely not give her anything, and her mom couldn’t scrounge up much. Plus, this was what the scumbag owed her; in her past life, she was extorted 5 million by him, and now she just wanted 50,000. Isn’t that fair?
The most crucial point is, what does this have to do with Yu Minglang anyway!
"No matter your reasons, you can’t threaten others for money. Now, immediately hand over the negatives."
"I won’t!"
"If you don’t hand them over, I’ll keep you tied up!"
Qian widened her eyes.
"How dare you?"
Is there no justice left? This guy is actually helping others bully her? Everyone else can bully her, but not him...wait, something feels weird about that, but it doesn’t matter.
The important thing is, Qian was feeling particularly unhappy.
"I saw it, so I can’t ignore it."
"Then I won’t talk! Try sending me to the police station if you can."
"I won’t send you there, but you must hand over the things."
"Even if you beat me to death, I won’t hand them over. Go ahead, beat me to death." Qian defiantly tilted up her chin.
"I won’t hit you. I also won’t hit women." Yu Minglang’s ears turned a bit red. Her raised head was a challenge to him.
But that angle made it look like she wanted him to lean in for a kiss.
Her pouty lips, her beautiful eyes, and that beauty mark that seemed to draw people in with just one glance...
"If you don’t hit women, then why tie me up? My hands hurt!"
"Hand over the things, and I’ll let you go."
"Ah! You madman!" Qian knocked her head against the back of the seat.
Which deity did she offend to get this clingy plaster?
To express her displeasure, Qian decided to adopt a non-cooperative stance with this rogue.
She wouldn’t speak, wouldn’t open her mouth, wouldn’t beg for mercy.
Yu Minglang didn’t force her either. Since she wasn’t speaking, he stayed silent too, driving the car through the city, heading to a residential complex near his workplace. The gatekeeper saw his car and promptly raised the barrier to let him in.
This was a high-end complex, and those living there were no ordinary people.
Yu Minglang parked in front of his house, untied the rope from Qian’s hands, and she bolted for the car door.
After barely taking two steps, he caught her again, clasping her hand tight so she couldn’t escape, forcing her to hold hands!
Shameless man!
Qian’s face turned red.
She tried to break free, but he only held her tighter.
The warmth of his palm transferred to her hand like an electric current, making Qian’s face turn beet red.
"Let go."
"If you don’t run, I’ll let you go." Yu Minglang’s ears were turning red too.
Such soft little hands...
"Alright, I won’t run."
Yu Minglang let go, only he knew how reluctant he was to release her.
Once freed, Qian immediately put her self-defense training to use—stepping on his foot, an elbow jab, a kick to the groin—no, she couldn’t use that one.
But how could these few moves ever land on Yu Minglang?
If Yu Minglang could be bothered by such flowery fists or embroidered kicks, it would mean his past training at his old job was a waste, and he might as well switch careers to sell cabbages.
Easily suppressing her, he once again intertwined their fingers. Woman, you can’t escape!
"Let go!"
Qian felt his grip was even tighter this time, and her face grew hotter.
"Your credibility is bankrupt, I don’t trust you, come upstairs with me!" Yu Minglang dragged Qian towards his home.
Qian guiltily glanced around, at least relieved that it seemed no one saw...right?
But what she didn’t realize was that the complex, though appearing empty, actually had people quietly watching from the buildings above.