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Yue Ling didn’t want to leave the little guy but seeing how happy he was with all the attention he received, she decided to let him stay for a few days.

After she left the Ji Mansion, she made her second stop at the Lu family house, then to De L’amour and Uncle Zhi’s shop.

As she exited the rundown building, she pause in her steps and turn back to look at it. She couldn’t help but frown as she found the middle-aged man to be acting strange around her.

It was as if he was hiding something from her.

However, thinking she might have over thought it, she brush it aside. If something were to really happen, Uncle Zhi would have informed her right away. She trust the man is not doing anything bad.

She enters her car and drives off in the direction of her last stop before going to Lu Corps. As she drove for another ten minutes, she turns the car into a street that led away from the busy area of Imperial.

Her white BMW x5m soon enters a small community of bungalows until she finally arrives at Zhao Ya’Er’s house.

Slowing the car to a stop, she shuts of the engine and steps out from the driver side. Doing the same as how she did when she arrived at the other places, she walks to the back door.

Pulling the door open, she reaches for the bag of food she had prepared for her friend. She did not call Zhao Ya’Er to inform of her arrival, but she thinks her friend would not mind her suddenly coming.

As she takes a step back and closed the door, she turns around only to stop in her steps. Her brows slightly crease together when she saw that a white Mercedes was parked in Zhao Ya’Er’s driveway.

Quickly remember who the car belonged to, Yue Ling’s eyes slightly widen in panic and she strides for the front door.

*CRASH—!!

Just as she was three feet away from the door, a loud crash sounds from inside the house like thunder in the sky. Her eyes widens more, and she dashes forward.

"Ya’Er?!"

When she reached for the door hand, the door was not closed all the way, so she abruptly slams it open and rush inside. Her eyes darts in every direction in search for Zhao Ya’Er. However, the living room upon entrance was in a complete mess with no one in sight.

"Bitch! Who said you can reject my proposal?!!!"

A man’s raging voice yells from another direction inside the house then the sound of fist hitting skin echoes after. Quickly following after was the whimpering of a woman’s voice.

Without showing any politeness as a guest, Yue Ling runs in the direction of the voices. Through the hallway, she checks each room as all the door were closed.

"I’ve waited long enough for you! Stay still like a good whore and let me have a taste! Do you want me to beat you up in front your family?!"

"Wei Hongyi! Stop! Stop!"

Yue Ling had just opened the door to the second room when she heard Wei Hongyi’s threatening voice again. She takes a step forward and her entire being froze when she heard the sound that came after Zhao Ya’Er’s pleading voice.

It was the sound of clothes forcefully being ripped apart.

Striding towards the voices, Yue Ling reach for the door handle, but unlike the other rooms, this one was locked.

"Please... Stop... I beg you, stop. Don’t do this to me..."

Zhao Ya’Er’s agonizing voice cries in begging from behind the door. However, as the sound of clothes being rip continue to sound, there was no longer any sound from her.

Yue Ling takes a big step back from the door. Her bluish green eyes dimmed dangerously and her right foot raises. Using all her strength, she kicks the door open.

*Bang—!

The door slams open with full force and hits against the bedroom wall. It was like the sound of a raging dragon ready to unleash its wrath upon the world.

"What the fuck!!"

Wei Hongyi had pressed his body on top of Zhao Ya’Er to hold her in place from escaping. However, when he heard the door suddenly open like police officers forcing their way inside, he quickly jumps in fear and moves away from the woman.

"Can’t you fucken see that we’re busy—"

He growls in rage and annoyance and turns to see the person. When he saw who it was, his grim expression was replaced with surprise and a malicious smirk curls on his face.

"Well, if it isn’t Imperial’s infamous beauty, Han Yue Ling."

How could he forget that Zhao Ya’Er is well acquainted with this fairylike woman?

Standing in front of the door that is half hanging for its life, Yue Ling muted out the man’s voice. She didn’t even spare him a glance but kept her eyes on her friend.

Zhao Ya’Er laid unmoving on the bed. Her shirt had been completely torn to pieces as they scattered next to her and on the ground. All she had left was a bra and her jeans.

Even when Wei Hongyi had gotten off of her, she only stared blankly at the ceiling. She looked as if she had lost all hope and was ready to give up on her life.

"Ya’Er..."

Yue Ling whispers her name as she stares at Zhao Ya’Er then she notices the dark bruise on her (Zhao Ya’Er) cheek and all over her exposed body. Her (Yue Ling) lower lip trembles and all the blood running inside her veins boils crazily.

Her hands curls into extremely tight fists that made both her arms tremble.