The girl was startled and shrank back, obediently staying in his embrace. Yan Song thought he had frightened her and tenderly patted her head. "Boss, I’ll keep watch here, you take the others and leave first," Eagle spoke up. Yan Song furrowed his brows as he looked out the window, "They’ve already left, staying here is useless." Eagle frowned, "That Pei Qinghan is really bold, daring to openly oppose us." "The Han Yi Gang he founded firmly controls the southern underworld market. They have vast influence and wealth. Clashing with him head-on brings no benefits; this is the basis of his recklessness." "Are we really afraid of him?" Eagle couldn’t swallow this bitterness, it was just too frustrating. Yan Song suddenly lowered his gaze to the person in his arms, his eyes swirling with dark undercurrents. He pursed his lips and calmly said, "Strengthen the defenses at Penguin’s place, wait for my command to pull the net." Yan Song carried the person out of the car and hailed a taxi to get in. "Driver, to the Northern City Villa." The Yan Family’s villa was still there. It hadn’t been lived in for the past two years, with a specialist coming to clean it periodically. Rummaging through the mailbox at the villa’s entrance, he found a key, and Yan Song unlocked the door and went inside. The entire villa was pitch black and eerily quiet. Yan Song carried the restless person in his arms step by step into the villa. The house was just as it was when he left, everything covered with dust cloths, looking very spacious at a glance. Yan Song placed the person on the sofa in the living room, "Don’t move, understand? I’ll go upstairs to tidy up a room." As soon as he left, "thump" — the entire person fell to the ground. The girl was stunned, her mind clearing up a bit from the fall, and Yan Song hurriedly ran over to help her up, tenderly touching her head and asking, "Where did you hit yourself?" Yun Ya blankly raised her eyes, a misty haze still lingering in them, her delicate little brows lightly furrowing as her cheeks blushed rosy red like apples. She pouted adorably at the man in front of her. Whether it was from the pain of the fall or something else, she suddenly burst into tears, huge tears rolling down, looking so sorrowful. Yan Song was thrown into a panic, reaching out to embrace her, softly coaxing, "Don’t cry... Did it hurt? I’ll rub it for you..." Yun Ya clutched his shirt and began to cry hysterically, heaving sobs, tears and snot smearing across his clothes, muttering, "Brother Yan..." Yan Song closed his eyes, hugging her tightly with a force that seemed to meld her into his very bones and flesh. She cried and beat him, mumbling incoherent words. She was someone who got drunk very easily, and by then she was plastered, not even aware of the words she was saying. Later, when she went silent, Yan Song looked down, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation. She fell asleep while crying, tear streaks still on her face, her little face rosily glowing, looking indescribably lovely in her extreme cuteness. Yan Song couldn’t help but give her a gentle kiss on her cheek, the tip of his tongue touching the salty tears on her face. The bitterness seemed to seep into his very heart but blossomed into flowers of joy. Yan Song organized the room, carried Yun Ya to bed, then slipped into the covers and hugged her tightly. He gazed at the face so close to his, unwilling to even blink, eventually letting out a long sigh, placing his chin on the top of her head, encircling her entirely in his embrace, and closed his eyes. Soon, the person in his arms began to fidget restlessly, "Hot..." she moaned from her mouth, extending her hands from under the covers, squirming like a loach. The flames of anger in Yan Song, which had just subsided, flared up again instantly, and he ground his teeth in frustration, holding her firmly in his embrace. Yun Ya felt as if her body was burning, unbearably hot, especially with a giant furnace nearby blazing fiercely, feeling like she was about to catch fire. She couldn’t help but squirm and instinctively began to unbutton her clothes. Whenever she drank, she ended up in this state, which was why she never touched alcohol. Tonight, she drank quite a bit to hide it from Yan Song, without foreseeing the consequences from her drinking. Yan Song held her hands in place, but Yun Ya squirmed like a maggot, too unsettling. His attention slipped, and a piece of Yun Ya’s clothing was gone. Yan Song ground his teeth in frustration, thinking to himself that if he hadn’t appeared there, she might have left with a strange man, and it would have been someone else watching Yun Ya undress by now. Follow current novels on NoveI-Fire.ɴet The thought filled him with rage, his hand pinched Yun Ya’s chin as he looked at the increasingly beautiful and captivating girl before succumbing to a moment of heated impulse, reaching down for a kiss without caring for anything else.