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She had only taken a few steps when she heard the sound of glass shattering behind her, followed by a thick and tight strangling on her neck.

A cold knife was pressed against her white skin.

An Xia was frightened out of her wits. The sharp blade on her neck moved. She stiffened her body and fearfully stared at a pair of eyes, not daring to move.

"Let her go!"

The man was as steady as Mt. Tai, and his voice was calm.

The fat man tightened his grip on his knife, "Let us go now, or I will kill this woman here today!"

An Xia was so frightened by his words that even her breathing became hurried and uneasy.

How could this strange man care about her life?

The man was still unmoved. He slowly opened his suit and took out his weapon. "I'll give you one last chance. Are you going to let it go or not?"

An Xia stared at the gun in the man's hand with a terrified expression. Her body slightly trembled.

The fat man behind her was clearly more scared than she was, his hand holding the knife was trembling slightly. "Do you think I'm afraid of you? "If you don't put the gun down, I'll …"

"Bang …" "Crash!"

Before the man could finish his words, An Xia heard a gunshot. The gunshot seemed to ring right next to her ear, causing her eardrums to hurt.

The cold knife on his neck fell to the ground, and the weight on his neck disappeared.

Anxia turned around in shock and found that the man was lying on the ground, the knife in his wrist pierced by the bullet and the glass behind him shattered.

If the bullet had been slightly crooked, would her life have ended just like that?

Before she could recover from her shock, the man was already right in front of her. He extended his rough palm. "Miss An, please!"

His tone was cold and hard, but his face was still expressionless.

An Xia wanted to reject her, but she forcibly swallowed her words back. She carefully reached out and placed her hand on his palm. He gently pulled her up from the ground.

"What are you going to do with them?" he asked suddenly.

An Xia tightly held the photo in her arms as she looked at the pained face of the fat man lying on the ground. She felt a bit of guilt in her heart as she said, "I do owe them money."

That was something she couldn't deny. If she paid them back in time, they wouldn't threaten her like this, would they?

The man's gaze swept across her face as he coldly spat out a few words, "Let them go."

When the men in black heard his order, they immediately released their restraints on the men in black.

He took out a pen and a piece of paper and wrote a few words on it, then threw it towards the men.

An Xia saw a large sum of money drop to the ground.

The man looked down at him and bowed respectfully. "Please."

An Xia timidly glanced at him. She didn't dare to say anything else, and obediently walked out of the room.

Just as the group of men in black disappeared from the door, a woman's silhouette slowly walked in.

Seeing the messy situation in the room and the few men who were moaning on the ground, Qiu Ye Xuan frowned, "They are from An Xia!" This is how you do things when you take money! "

The fat man clenched his teeth as the bullet pierced his palm. He slowly got up from the ground and walked in front of her. Suddenly, he swung his hand without any warning.

"Pah!"

Qiu Ye Xuan did not know what had happened, but the man in front of her slapped her, "You actually dared to hit me!"

"Slut!" Why would I not dare! "We can't do what you said. That money …" The fat man glanced at his injured hand, then moved in front of her eyes, "Consider this as compensation for my loss!"

She covered the fire with her hands, and a trace of hatred appeared in her eyes, "An Xia, I will put this slap on your head, and I will make you pay me back double for everything you've done!"

She wouldn't let her off so easily.

The sky in the middle of the night was as pitch black as ink. The bright and clear moon was also covered by thick clouds, making it hard to see any light.

In the dead of night, a luxurious car slowly stopped in front of a castle-like villa.

The man got out of the car and respectfully led An Xia out.

Looking at the unfamiliar environment in front of him, An Xia's eyes were filled with astonishment, "Your Young Master is not Huo Jin Ze?!"

The man was also slightly stunned. "Of course not."

A trace of regret emerged in An Xia's heart. It seemed that he had never said anything about it.

She got off the car nervously and followed the man into the mansion.

The moment she entered the villa and saw the two rows of servants greeting her at the entrance, she respectfully greeted them, causing her to feel very uncomfortable.

As she followed him around the corner, she saw a table a few meters long in the middle of the hall, and a man sitting across from it.

His hands casually rested on the table as a pair of bright eyes stared at her with a clear and pitch-black gaze. His eyes, which seemed to have ice in them, suddenly had a gentle luster to them.

"Young Master, I've brought him for you." The man who had just saved him walked up to him with a solemn face and answered respectfully.

An Xia looked towards the direction of the voice. He had a pair of beautiful eyes, a straight nose, and a handsome face. There was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

This man had a different temperament from Huo Jin Ze. That man had a powerful and ruthless aura, that strong aura caused everyone who approached him to tremble in fear.

There seemed to be a trace of gentleness on the man's face.

However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find a trace of this man in front of her.

The man turned in his chair and slowly moved toward her.

An Xia's gaze never left him. Only now did she realize that this man was sitting on a wheelchair.

"My name is Ye Ting."

He introduced himself with a gentle smile and slightly turned around. He took the flowers from one of his subordinates and personally handed them to her. "This is for you as a thank you."

An Xia was confused by his words. "I don't know you."

Perhaps it was because this man seemed easy to get close to, she directly said so.

Ye Ting suddenly pulled his wheelchair closer to her. A hint of anxiousness appeared on his face, "You're injured!"

He took her hand, "Is there any disinfectant? Did you get a doctor to show you?! The butler calls for the doctor! "

An Xia could see the anxiety in his eyes, as well as his concern. How long had it been since she last felt such a gaze?

"No need, Mr. Ye. I've dealt with it when I came back!" She quickly stopped him.

"Then you must be hungry?" As he spoke, he pulled her hand, "Don't be polite with me from now on. Just call me Ye Ting."

He was pushed to the dining table, and Anxia was arranged to sit down as well.

She was already hungry, so she didn't continue to eat.

From their conversation, she learned that the man who had saved her life was called Wen Hai.

He stood aside and reported everything that had happened.

When Ye Ting was eating, he suddenly asked, "Wen Hai, how are those people dealt with?"

"I did."

Hearing that, Ye Ting immediately frowned unhappily. He slammed the chopsticks in his hands onto the table, "Who told you to let them go!?" The person who bullied An Xia should be killed! "

That tone was as if killing people didn't count for much in his eyes.

Another moody man.

An Xia thought to himself. When she heard his words, a trace of fear appeared in her eyes as she looked at him.

She quietly ate her food, hoping that after the meal, he would ask his men to send her back, even if it was at Huo Jin Ze's place.

She was naturally wary of strangers.

She was eating absentmindedly when she heard hurried footsteps. She raised her head and found that there were several doctors standing next to the man.

His face was a little red. "What's wrong with him?"

she asked.

"It's just a fever. It's nothing." Wen Hai replied.

Even as he was being burnt to death, Ye Ting was still muttering, "Remember to arrange a room for An Xia and take good care of her. You must not let her leave. I still have things to say to her."

He kept talking until his voice became hoarse and he couldn't speak. Then he shut up.

Seeing him in such a state, An Xia didn't even have the opportunity to say a word of thanks.

How could he just leave like that?

Besides, he helped her pay the usury.

When Wen Hai arranged a room for him to stay, An Xia didn't refuse. All night long, she seemed to be able to hear the sounds of activity in the corridor.

The fever in Ye Ting's body seemed to be very severe. He didn't even have the chance to eat breakfast the next day.

She snuck into his room and saw that he had just woken up and was about to say that he wanted to see her.

An Xia looked at his haggard appearance as she ran to the kitchen to make him a bowl of porridge. She then carried the bowl of rice porridge and knocked on his room's door.

"How can you not eat? Would you like some porridge? "

Wenhai's cold gaze swept across her face. The steward had prepared so many dishes that the young master liked, but he didn't drink them. How could he drink a bowl of such plain porridge?

However, the result was...

"Sure." There was a hint of happiness in Ye Ting's weak voice, "Did you cook this for me?"

Seeing An Xia nod, his heart was filled with joy. It was as if the uncomfortable feeling in his body had disappeared without a trace.

The high fever caused his body to feel weak. He raised his arm as if he had lost all the strength to even hold up a bowl of porridge.

Seeing his difficult expression, An Xia couldn't bear it anymore. "I'll still feed you!"

When Ye Ting heard this, he was stunned for a moment before a smile spread across his face.

He just looked at her like that, and ate all the porridge she fed him.

It was clearly such a plain bowl of porridge, but it made him feel like it was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten in this world.

Seeing her complicated expression, ripples appeared in her heart, as if it was filled with a faint sweetness.