Chapter Two: The Police Arrive

Suddenly, a girl appeared before Ye Feng. She was just over 160 centimeters tall, a petite, baby-faced cutie with an adorable, youthful charm.

"This little beauty can't be captivated by my handsome moves just now, can she? Maybe she wants my phone number, or my WeChat," Ye Feng mused, his vanity flaring as he gazed at the cute girl before him. Yet her opening words felt off. Shouldn't she call him "handsome guy" instead of... "pervert"? He puzzled over it for a moment.

"Let her go!" she demanded.

"Damn, is this a beauty coming to rescue another beauty? But isn’t she a bit late? I already saved her," Ye Feng thought, realizing at last that this little girl had mistaken him for the same kind of creep as those two thugs from before.

"You saved her? Looks more like you harmed her. I saw all three of you sneaking after this lady. At first I thought you might be a good guy, but it turns out you’re no better than they are!" the little girl spat, eyes blazing.

"And why are you so sure I’m not a good person?" Ye Feng asked, helpless that his dashing rescue had somehow made him out to be the villain.

"You chased those two off and knocked this lady out. Isn’t it obvious you’re up to no good?" she accused.

"Miss, I really saved her," Ye Feng explained.

"Who are you calling miss!" the girl retorted, finding the address grating.

"Oh, so you’re not a miss then!"

"If you really saved her, why is she unconscious?" the girl asked, wary.

"She was injured," Ye Feng replied.

"Then take her to a hospital."

"I can’t! She won’t let me," Ye Feng answered honestly.

"And where are you planning to go?" The girl’s vigilance spiked at his refusal to go to the hospital.

"My place."

"Ha! You’ve exposed yourself, you creep! She’s hurt and you won’t take her to a hospital, but instead want to bring her to your home. Still dare to claim you saved her? Do you think I’m stupid?" she scoffed.

Frankly, anyone in her place would have doubted his story. Yet Ye Feng was telling the truth.

"Ah, these days, everyone believes lies, but when I tell the truth, no one does," Ye Feng sighed, ignoring the little girl. His focus was on the beauty in his arms.

"Going somewhere? Not until you get past me!" the girl declared, squaring off into a fighting stance that showed she was no stranger to martial arts.

"Oh, so you’re trained, are you?" Ye Feng smirked with a playful glint in his eye.

"Of course! I’m the president of my school’s karate club. You’re out of luck running into me," she said, striking a few confident poses.

"Karate? That’s just a bunch of fancy moves," Ye Feng said dismissively, continuing forward.

Being so brushed off clearly irritated her. As the club president and one of the top fighters at her school, being disregarded like this was a blow to her pride. Still, her mission was to save the older girl from this supposed villain.

Earlier, the girl had only seen three men tailing the older woman from afar, watching them slip into a secluded alley. By the time she arrived, Ye Feng had already dealt with the other two men—she hadn’t seen how, and if she had, she might not have spoken so boldly now.

"Put the lady down. I don’t want her to get hurt by accident," the girl said, still cautious. If her control slipped, she might injure the lady.

"No need. You’re not that much trouble for me. Aren’t you confident? If you really are, you should be able to rescue her without her suffering a scratch. Seems you need more practice," Ye Feng replied, hoisting the woman in his arms and stepping straight toward the girl.

She bristled at his words. She’d practiced karate since childhood and everyone who’d met her was impressed by her skills. Now, being looked down on by this guy infuriated her.

As Ye Feng entered her striking range, she lashed out with a beautiful sweeping kick aimed at his head.

Ye Feng didn’t dodge. He simply trapped her long, slender leg between his neck and shoulder.

The girl was startled—she knew her own strength. Even though she’d pulled back two or three tenths of her power to avoid hurting the lady, she could still easily shatter a vase or a roof tile.

"For someone so short, you sure do a perfect split. If only you were wearing a skirt, it would be even better," Ye Feng said with a cocky grin—at least, he thought it was charming.

Little did he know, his grin looked nothing but lecherous in her eyes.

"You creep! Let go of me!" She tried to pull her leg back, but his grip was unyielding. Forced into a perfect split, her legs splayed straight, and with his suggestive words, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"At such a young age, yet so well developed!" Now, with one leg over his shoulder, her body tilted downward, and her ample assets spilled out from her wide collar.

She noticed his gaze fixed on her chest and hurriedly covered herself with her hands. "You pervert!"

"You should go back and practice some more. You’re no match for me," Ye Feng said, releasing her leg.

She quickly withdrew, grateful she’d worn jeans and not a skirt, or this creep would have seen everything.

Ye Feng strode past her, still carrying the injured woman.

Unwilling to admit defeat, the girl prepared to attack again.

Ye Feng sensed her intent but didn’t stop. He only glanced back and said lightly, "If you try again, I won’t mind taking you with me—and making it a threesome." With that, he walked off without looking back.

He felt he’d outdone himself—surely the girl was frightened now.

"A threesome?" Her face turned bright red at his words.

...

At Ye Feng’s home.

"How could she be this badly hurt?" Ye Feng stared at the woman before him. "If this keeps up, she’ll die!"

He felt her faint breathing.

"I’m not a doctor, and she refuses the hospital. Who is she? What has she gotten herself into?" Ye Feng’s mind swirled with questions, but now was not the time for answers.

He sat cross-legged in front of her, supporting her gently, palms pressed together.

From his hands, a stream of pure energy flowed into her body, spreading instantly to every part, nourishing the battered flesh.

Time passed—how long, he couldn’t say. Sweat beaded on Ye Feng’s forehead, the effort draining him immensely. Yet his perseverance paid off.

The woman slowly opened her eyes. Her large, bright eyes, framed by shapely brows, fixed intently on Ye Feng.

"The Heart-Cleansing Sutra!" For the first time, shock flashed across her face.

"He actually cultivates the Heart-Cleansing Sutra! Who would have thought it would end up with a boy like this! Old Xingtian searched for so long and still failed to find it. That wretch Xingtian is formidable—after all I’ve gone through, I still didn’t kill him!" A trace of melancholy crossed her features.

"If he heals me, I should be able to recover my full strength," she thought.

Just then, Ye Feng opened his eyes and saw her soulful gaze fixed on him. "Ah, it’s so troublesome being handsome. Everywhere I go, girls gaze at me with admiration," he thought narcissistically.

The woman showed no reaction to his vanity.

Ye Feng gently withdrew his energy, and she lowered her hands as well.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked.

She nodded lightly.

"How did you get hurt? Why are your injuries so severe? Who are you, really..." Ye Feng rattled off questions.

The woman didn’t answer.

"Can’t you speak? No, you could—when you called ‘husband’ earlier, it sounded pretty nice." At the word "husband," a murderous glint flashed in her eyes.

"If you say that again, I’ll kill you!" She tried to make a move but simply had no strength.

"What’s your name? Or are you not going to say? If you don’t, I’ll just have to call you ‘wife’," Ye Feng said helplessly, as if calling her ‘wife’ was somehow a loss for him.

"Xia Ling."

"What a lovely name! I’ll call you Ling’er, then. My name is Ye Feng," he said, extending a hand for a handshake—after all, it was only polite when meeting someone new.

But Xia Ling was already surveying her surroundings.

On the bed lay several used socks, and scattered across the floor were clumps of tissues—more than a dozen.

She glanced down at the tissues, then back at Ye Feng, clear disdain in her eyes.

"What are you thinking? I’ve had a cold lately—used them to wipe my nose," Ye Feng said, his face reddening with embarrassment. Bringing her in here, he’d been focused only on her injuries, not noticing the mess. He hurriedly stuffed the socks and other things out of sight.

"Cold," Xia Ling said suddenly.

Given her injuries, it was no wonder her body felt cold—her strength was depleted.

Ye Feng quickly pulled a quilt over, but Xia Ling watched him warily.

"Don’t worry, you won’t get pregnant! And even if you did, I’d take responsibility. You’re still picky at a time like this?" Ye Feng said, covering her up without further ado.

With the quilt, Xia Ling felt much warmer and instinctively pulled it tighter.

Just then, a rapid knocking sounded at the door.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Who could it be at this hour? Ye Feng wondered.

"Who is it?"

"We’re with the property management, here to check the water meter!"

"Check the water meter?" Ye Feng was skeptical—it seemed odd at this hour, but he wasn’t worried. Even if they were up to no good, what could they do to him? Still, he opened the door.

The moment the door swung open, a squad of police officers burst in, far better equipped than ordinary officers.

"Officers, what is the meaning of this? Is this not unlawful entry?" Ye Feng protested, unafraid since he had done nothing wrong.

"We received a report that you kidnapped a woman," the leader replied. He was tall—at least 185 centimeters—and his muscular frame exuded strength.

Just then, a familiar figure slipped inside—it was none other than the little karate girl. She rushed in and immediately searched for the beautiful woman.

Entering the bedroom, she saw the woman under the quilt, tissues scattered on the floor—a classic crime scene! Her face went pale.

"So it’s already over? I’m sorry, big sis, I came too late!"