"What you do depends on your attitude." He Chen said with a half-smile, tapping his temple with his fingertip, "Madam Rong, you have two more days to think it over. Either give up what I want, or collect He Qing’s corpse." Rong Manli didn’t believe his nonsense at all. He Qing was at the Royal Hospital, surrounded by no fewer than twenty loyal followers, making it difficult for He Chen to take action even if he wanted to. She turned back, gesturing to the bodyguards to quickly contact He Qing. But after several calls, the bodyguard panicked, "Madam... the Eldest Young Master is missing." Five minutes later, Yin Mo and He Chen walked out of the He Family residence over the bodies of wounded men. Rong Manli, probably consumed with rage, ordered the bodyguards to capture them upon learning that He Qing was missing. For more chapters visıt 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝕟𝕖𝕥 The scene was extremely chaotic at that moment. Ah Tai and Ah Yong appeared out of nowhere, each taking down a small minion, and were not satisfied with the fight. The He Family really couldn’t compare with the big families; their bodyguards were useless. He Chen and Yin Mo walked ahead, with Ah Tai and Ah Yong staying behind to clean up the mess, while Rong Manli was protected by several uncles and retreated to the backyard. But the thing they worried about did not happen. He Chen didn’t seem to intend to take action in the old house, and left arrogantly, leaving behind a pile of wounded. At this moment, Rong Manli stood at the back of the crowd, her fists clenched tightly. In a place where no one could see, a sinister and murderous intent flashed in her eyes. Her good sister’s good son, it seems... not one can be left alive. That day, He Chen officially declared war on the He Family. On the way back, Yin Mo’s attention was entirely on He Chen. She looked at her hand tightly held by him, the grip so tight it was painful, yet he seemed completely unaware. In less than half an hour, the car stopped at the Purple Cloud Mansion. He Chen led Yin Mo up the steps, turned back at the door, and pressed her against the door frame. Though he said nothing, his body was exceptionally tense. He Chen hugged her tightly, bending down to bury his face against her neck. This was the first time Yin Mo felt He Chen’s vulnerability, probably because of his mother. Yin Mo wrapped her arms around his back, soothing him with heartache, "Auntie will be okay." He Chen didn’t speak, his tightened arms nearly bruised her shoulders. Yin Mo had been through similar things, so she understood the feeling of being forced into a corner. But she didn’t know how to comfort He Chen, so she could only gently pat him, offering silent and tender companionship. It could have been a few minutes or maybe longer, yet He Chen still showed no signs of recovering, so Yin Mo began to think of other solutions out of worry. Finally, she tentatively turned her head to kiss his cheek, "Don’t worry too much. As long as Rong Manli makes a move, we will find a clue." He Chen sucked lightly on the skin of her neck, his voice slightly trembling and hoarse, "Hold me tighter." Yin Mo obediently hugged him tightly, standing on her tiptoes to lean into his embrace, "No matter what, I don’t think you’re wrong." Actually, He Chen’s decision to have He Qing kidnapped was made on the spur of the moment on the way to the He Family. He said it was a last resort, but he had no choice. The consequence of kidnapping He Qing was either to control Rong Manli, creating room for further negotiation, or to enrage her... And once Rong Manli was enraged, she would act desperately and thus reveal a flaw. But it could also likely result in Rong Manli taking out her anger on He Chen’s mother. This time, while declaring war, he also gambled on his mother’s safety. So Yin Mo understood him, because she had also faced similar dilemmas. At this time, He Chen, with his eyes closed, felt comforted by Yin Mo’s understanding and gentleness, easing his unease. He felt the woman’s kisses on his face, his chest swelling with indescribable emotions. Not hearing the man’s response, Yin Mo touched his face worriedly, "I also sent people to watch Rong Manli, don’t worry, nothing will happen." After a long time, He Chen raised his head, leaning his forehead against Yin Mo’s, capturing her lips without fail. Yin Mo became more proactive than ever, opening her teeth to allow him in deeper. She had an almost urgent desire to soothe He Chen’s emotions. But she couldn’t express it with words. Perhaps intimacy could distract him. Yin Mo thought so and acted accordingly. Even going as far as to blush and reach for his belt, but her attempts backfired, creating a mess instead. He Chen’s tall figure pressed down on her, stimulated to the point of groaning twice, he quickly pinched her wrist, "Baby, what are you groping around for?" Yin Mo finally saw his handsome face, and in a moment of haze, she said, "If you’re uncomfortable... I’ll help you." He Chen took a deep breath, biting her ear in frustration, "You behave and I won’t feel uncomfortable." Knowing she shouldn’t provoke him, she still clumsily touched him. If this continued, let alone marriage, he could barely hold on for another minute. After a while, He Chen led her back to the living room, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and started smoking. Yin Mo looked around, only then realizing and asked, "Aren’t we going back to North City No.1?" He Chen leaned back against the chair, glancing at her sideways, "Don’t like Purple Cloud Mansion?" "No..." Yin Mo brushed aside the hair by the corner of her mouth, "My things are still over there." He Chen smirked, opening his arms to draw her into his embrace, "Forget them, buy new ones. My treasure has no reason to live in someone else’s house." Yin Mo did not refuse, but couldn’t help saying, "Those things can still be used." She had little material desire, but these words sounded different to He Chen. The man looked down at Yin Mo, the depths of his eyes filled with affection, "Don’t save money for me, I can afford you." "Got it." Yin Mo smiled indifferently, "I’m going to take a shower." He Chen’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he lasciviously licked her ear, "Baby, all the lingerie sets are in your wardrobe..." Yin Mo looked at him calmly, "You had them sent here?" "Yes." He Chen’s warm breath brushed against her ear, "The black one, wear it for me?" Yin Mo shrank her neck, her slightly raised lips showing a rare liveliness, "Are you sure you won’t feel uncomfortable?" He Chen met her eyes, his face strained and unusually silent. He still remembered how Yin Mo almost unleashed his wild side when she wore the red lingerie set, and couldn’t help but imagine the effect of the black set on her... Three seconds later, He Chen distanced himself from Yin Mo, pretended to be oblivious as he crossed his long legs, and waved her away, "After your shower, dress decently before coming out." Yin Mo smirked, turned, and went upstairs. In the living room, He Chen leaned against the sofa, smoking heavily, thinking he was sick, perhaps even masochistic. He couldn’t bear to touch her, wanting to preserve her until their wedding night, yet he couldn’t stop thinking about her. If this continued, he’d definitely become useless. Why not... get the certificate first?