Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Chapter 261 - 270

Chapter 261: Assaulting Wen Haowen Out of Anger

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

At the crack of dawn, Si Yiyan woke up to the sight of Wen Xinya’s head buried in his arms, curled up in his embrace, sleeping soundly. Seeing her long hair sprawled over his chest like seaweed, her small face plastered on his chest, he felt a sense of contentment and warmth.

Deeply asleep, her gorgeous looks had a tinge of childishness, her cheeks, not as pale and translucent as last night, were tainted with a mild blush, and her luscious, curly eyelashes, long and pretty, cast rows of elaborate shadows under her eyes—so beautiful it made his breathing and heartbeat hasten as a sense of desire and impulse naturally arose within his body.

His fingers lightly brushed across her face—that jade-like, exquisite, and tender sensation scalded his fingers slightly, and the burning bodily reaction made him retract his fingers.

He bent over, lightly kissed her cheek, carefully lifted her head, removed his own arm, gently got off the bed, covered her with a blanket, retrieved his jacket on the table, and secretly went out the room.

Once out of the room, Si Yiyan called Gu Yuehan. “Find a few guys for me, yup! Don’t have to be great fighters as long as they’re strong.”

Gu Yuehan’s heart was instantly on his throat and throbbed non-stop— lub-dub, lub-dub . “Ninth Young Master, you’re trying to…”

He had a bad premonition.

Si Yiyan frowned slightly and said, “No more questions!”

Gu Yuehan had no choice but to act according to his wishes.

Under the mild sunlight, a black van slowly drove into the car park within the Wen Corporation complex, not attracting anyone’s attention, even avoiding the surveillance cameras along the way, and finally stopped at a blind spot of the surveillance cameras.

Si Yiyan was seated on the passenger seat, smoking in his usual way, holding the cigarette between his thumb and index finger, not quite skillful. From the psychological perspective, smoking in this manner reflected a controlling attitude, able to destroy the cigarette to ashes at the pinch of his fingers.

Greenish fog filled up the car, engulfing him within. Gu Yuehan couldn’t guess his thoughts at the moment, but he knew that the Ninth Young Master smoking reflected an extremely solemn attitude.

At 8:15 A.M., a Cayenne drove into the car park and came to a gradual stop at a reserved parking lot.

“Now!” Si Yiyan suddenly stretched out and snubbed out the cigarette in his hand, his harsh voice cold and solemn.

Four hooded men in black clothes jumped out from the van and dashed towards that car.

Wen Haowen alighted from the Cayenne and, before he could react, his head was covered with a black gunny sack, making his view pitch-black. Then, he was dragged to a blind spot of the surveillance cameras beside the lift and a wave of punches and kicks landed on him ruthlessly.

“Ah! Who are you? Why are you hitting me?” Wen Haowen questioned furiously as he cried out in pain.

However, nobody answered him, adhering strictly to the Ninth Young Master’s orders: No need to break any bones or rupture any muscles—hit the fleshy parts with just the right amount of strength!!

“Do you thugs know who I am? I’m the CEO of the Wen Corporation. I won’t let you guys off for doing this to me.” Wen Haowen was rolling on the floor from the assault, visibly battered, but his voice was extremely arrogant.