Chapter 85

Pei Youchuan was so angry he couldn’t speak.

He should have known it was Weisheng Huailing all along!

Weisheng Wenzhan could hear thoughts, and by the same logic, Weisheng Huailing could too.

Weisheng Wenzhan had explicitly said that his brother had taken a liking to Qiao Chuchu and wanted to make a connection.

But who would’ve thought Weisheng Huailing would sneak into Qiao Chuchu’s room?!

Pei Youchuan glanced at Qiao Chuchu, who was crouched by the door, eavesdropping on the commotion outside.

Her eyes darted around, and she absentmindedly fiddled with the gemstone necklace around her neck, straining to hear the voices outside.

“It seems like Qiao Qihang has disappeared,” Qiao Chuchu whispered to him. “Qiao’s Mother and Qiao Yue think I’m behind it, and now they’re shouting and making a scene outside.”

She frowned. “Do you think they’re trying to frame me? Pulling a disappearing act on purpose?”

Pei Youchuan didn’t answer. Instead, he looked down at the note in his hand.

“As long as I’m here, you’ll never have to worry about your safety, because I’m your guardian angel.”

He let out a bitter laugh, walked over to Qiao Chuchu, and removed the necklace from her neck. “This necklace was something I put on you. I only meant for you to try it on to see if it’d be suitable for a client, but I forgot to take it off.”

Qiao Chuchu didn’t question it much and let him take it.

Pei Youchuan’s face darkened as he placed the necklace back into the gift box and shielded her behind him. “Step back.”

Chuchu took a few steps back.

Pei Youchuan opened the door just as Qiao Yue and Qiao’s Mother were about to barge in.

The moment they saw the two of them, they lunged at Qiao Chuchu like wild beasts, screaming, “Qiao Chuchu!!!!”

Pei Youchuan shoved them both away!

Qiao Yue and Qiao’s Mother stumbled back, staring at Pei Youchuan in shock.

He towered over them, his eyes cold and menacing. “Get out.”

Qiao Yue trembled, but she still managed to retort, “My dad’s gone missing, and it’s definitely your doing!”

Pei Youchuan scoffed. “Show me the evidence, or you’re just slandering us.”

Qiao Yue and Qiao’s Mother were too stunned to speak. They glared at Qiao Chuchu, who was standing behind Pei Youchuan, their eyes wide with fury.

Pei Youchuan blocked their line of sight. “Didn’t you hear me? Get out.”

Qiao Yue’s lips quivered, and tears welled up in her eyes as she cowered under Pei Youchuan’s gaze. “Your family is nothing but trouble!!”

She covered her face and ran off, sobbing.

Qiao’s Mother, left with no choice, threw out a final threat before leaving. “Just you wait! We’ll find the evidence of your family’s wrongdoing!”

The staff members apologized profusely to Pei Youchuan. “We’re so sorry. We tried to stop them, but there was nothing we could do.”

Qiao Chuchu peeked out from behind Pei Youchuan. “Do you think her dad really disappeared?”

Pei Youchuan stuffed his hands into his pockets, silently watching the two retreating figures. He ignored the staff’s apologies, his eyes darkening with suspicion.

Ten minutes later, he found Weisheng Huailing running on a treadmill in the gym.

Weisheng Huailing’s silver-white hair was tied back with a sports headband, and he wore a simple white tank top, looking every bit like a celebrity from the entertainment industry.

But his arms were crisscrossed with scars, which he made no effort to hide, leaving them exposed as he focused on his workout.

A group of girls had gathered around, ogling his muscular arms and his strikingly handsome face.

Pei Youchuan approached with the gift box in hand and swung it at Weisheng Huailing’s face!

Weisheng Huailing caught the box in mid-air!

The girls gasped, turning their attention to Pei Youchuan.

Whispers and exclamations filled the air.

“Oh! Another handsome guy!”

Their eyes lit up as they glanced back and forth between the two men.

Pei Youchuan walked straight up to Weisheng Huailing. “Let’s talk.”

Huailing stepped off the treadmill and smiled at him.

Pei Youchuan led him to a corner. “Name your price. How much do you want?”

Weisheng Huailing raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely puzzled, and typed on his phone: *“Do you think I need money?”*

Pei Youchuan narrowed his eyes. “I won’t let you get close to my sister like this.”

Weisheng Huailing blinked, his smile turning even more charming as he typed: *“Do you think you can stop me?”*

Pei Youchuan: “?”

Weisheng Huailing continued typing: *“If you give the necklace back to me, I’ll put it on her again. I didn’t do anything last night—I just put the necklace on her. Don’t worry, I value myself too much to give away my first kiss so easily. I’ll only kiss her if I really want to.”*

*“So if you return the necklace, I’ll give it to her again.”*n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Weisheng Huailing held up his phone with a grin: *“But if I give it to her again, I won’t just be watching her—I’ll be kissing her.”*

Pei Youchuan swung a punch at him!

Huailing dodged effortlessly, letting Pei Youchuan’s fists hit empty air. He even had the time to type while dodging, then flipped backward onto a high platform, showing Pei Youchuan his phone.

*“I’m here to join the family, not to break it apart. Why can’t you accept me?”*

He tilted his head, typing: *“Don’t you like the idea of having a capable brother-in-law like me?”*

Pei Youchuan gritted his teeth. “You’re full of it!!!”

Weisheng Huailing shrugged nonchalantly: *“Whether you like it or not, you can’t stop me. Just like those high-profile figures with top-notch security—they’re guarded down to their underwear, but I still managed to collect my payments.”*

He typed happily: *“You don’t like my job? That’s fine. I can quit. Whatever Chuchu likes, I’ll open for her. I’ll treat her well.”*

Pei Youchuan laughed bitterly. “You’ll treat her well? Do you even like her? You’ve only met her once!”

Weisheng Huailing swung onto a horizontal bar, smirking: *“I like hearing her thoughts. I like hearing her call my name. I want to hear her call it for the rest of her life.”*

Pei Youchuan: “…”

Huailing typed casually: *“And we can always fall in love after marriage. She’s my only living treasure, just like my jewelry. I belong to her, and she belongs to me. Isn’t that perfect?”*

Pei Youchuan: “? Treasure?! Qiao Chuchu is your living treasure?”

He was furious. “You’re asking for a beating!!”

He leapt at Huailing!

Huailing, hanging upside down, noticed Qiao Chuchu and Weisheng Wenzhan approaching.

His eyes lit up, and he deliberately jumped off the bar, meeting Pei Youchuan’s incoming fist!

Pei Youchuan’s punch landed on his shoulder!

Huailing stumbled back and fell to the ground, tears instantly filling his eyes.

Pei Youchuan: “?”

How did he manage to hit him?

Wasn’t this guy supposed to be agile?

…Wait a minute!

This is a trap!

Pei Youchuan sensed something was off and looked toward the entrance.

Qiao Chuchu noticed the commotion and saw Weisheng Huailing sitting on the floor. She quickly walked over.

Pei Youchuan: “!”

He glanced at Weisheng Huailing.

Huailing sat on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes, biting his lower lip and looking pitifully at him.

Pei Youchuan smirked.

Playing dirty, huh?

Fine!

He’d play along too.

Pei Youchuan slammed his head into the horizontal bar!

*“Bang!”*

His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground.

Qiao Chuchu: “? Third Brother!!”

She rushed to Pei Youchuan’s side, staring at the rapidly swelling red bump on his head, then turned to Weisheng Huailing in confusion.

Weisheng Huailing, still with tears on his face, was dumbfounded!

Was Pei Youchuan really copying his dirty tricks?!

A flash of anger crossed his eyes, but he quickly shook his head at Qiao Chuchu, signing: *“I don’t know what happened. Brother suddenly ran into the bar. It’s not my fault.”*

Pei Youchuan lay on the ground, stars spinning in his eyes.

Ugh… he was about to throw up.

But it was worth it.

He’d seized the opportunity—no way he’d let that scheming guy outplay him!

Pei Youchuan weakly grasped Qiao Chuchu’s hand, murmuring, “Qiao Chuchu, don’t blame Huailing… he’s innocent. He didn’t mean to.”

Weisheng Huailing: “？？？？”