I Don't Like People Pointing at Me

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Wan Qingyun and Wan Xiaoxiao had already fallen into an endless abyss, despair spreading through both their hearts.

They never dreamed that one day they would be tied up by their own second uncle, all to curry favor with another existence.

Wan Qingyun, already blind, felt an infinite darkness surging toward her, slowly devouring her heart and overwhelming her fragile body.

In her ears were her sister's cries of struggle; before her was an insurmountable power.

Power... if I had my own power... would everything be different...

Wan Qingyun questioned herself inwardly.

Just as she was about to sink into the abyss, a calm, magnetic voice rang out:

"Uncle Wu, clear the area."

"Yes, sir."

Who's that now?

Ha... whatever... probably here to fawn over the Jiang Family too...

Jiang Junyi looked at Wan Qingyun in the wheelchair, wrapped in despair and utterly shattered, and his heart trembled fiercely.

He turned to Wan Feng: "You're Wan Feng?"

Wan Feng frowned: "That's right. Which family's son are you? Don't you know I'm handling family matters?"

"Good."

Jiang Junyi nodded, not answering Wan Feng, and instead looked at Uncle Wu beside him.

"Those bodyguards—leave them alive."

Uncle Wu bowed slightly and waved a hand.

In the next instant, agile figures shot out from behind Jiang Junyi like swimming dragons.

"Crack! Crack!"

"Thud! Thud!"

In less than three breaths, the bodyguards Wan Feng had brought collapsed to the ground unconscious, without even a scream.

Arms broken, legs snapped.

Wan Feng's pupils contracted sharply. Before he could react, his own bodyguards were all crippled.

Li Rong's face changed at the sight. Afraid some other family would steal this chance to curry favor, she clicked over on her sky-high heels to Jiang Junyi, pointed a finger at his nose, and cursed:

"You little brat! These two sisters are from my Wan Family! You know the Wan Family? The in-laws of the Jiang Family in River City! I advise you not to think about butting in!"

"The consequences—hmph! You can't bear them!"

Jiang Junyi frowned: "I really don't like people pointing fingers at me."

"What did you say—ah—!"

Li Rong's screech rang out like a stuck pig, and her body collapsed to the ground from the searing pain.

The moment Jiang Junyi spoke, Uncle Wu had appeared beside Li Rong like a ghost and snapped that finger clean off.

Jiang Junyi ignored Li Rong on the ground and slowly walked toward Wan Feng.

Uncle Wu was quick—he kicked Li Rong aside to the wall with one sweep, clearing the Young Master's path.

"Young and arrogant. The grudge is set today. The Jiang Family and the Wan Family won't let you off!"

Wan Feng's face was as dark as water, but he still spat out threats.

Jiang Junyi smiled lightly: "You? Worthy of holding a grudge with me?"

"Young man..."

Before Wan Feng could finish, Jiang Junyi whipped out a powerful, thunder-fast kick.

"Bam—!"

Wan Feng felt a sharp pain in his cheek. Several bloodstained teeth flew out with bloody spittle, and his whole body uncontrollably hurtled backward.

He hit the ground, the world spinning before his eyes, the pain from his cheek ravaging every nerve.

Before he could get up, Wan Feng felt someone grab the back of his collar and drag him like a dead dog toward a certain spot.

"Plop!"

Jiang Junyi threw Wan Feng down in front of Wan Qingyun, pulled off his gloves, and tossed them to the ground.

Then he said to the Jiang Family guard beside him: "Teach him how to kneel."

The guard nodded and walked toward Wan Feng.

Jiang Junyi looked at the broken girl before him, sighed softly, crouched down, and pulled the cloth from her mouth.

He gently stroked Wan Qingyun's pale cheek, lifted her despairingly drooping head, and said softly:

"Nice to meet you."

Who? Who is it?

Wan Qingyun felt the warmth on her cheek, and an inexplicable sense of calm rose within her.

Did he save me... Who is he...

She wanted to say something, but for a moment, she couldn't speak.

"Don't talk... I'm here."

But Wan Qingyun thought of her sister and struggled to force out a sound: "Xiao... Xiao..."

Jiang Junyi glanced at Wan Xiaoxiao, who had fainted nearby:

"She's fine, just unconscious."

"I'll have someone tend to her right away."

Hearing that her sister was all right, Wan Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief.

Yet doubt lingered in her heart—why would anyone come to save her?

"You... who are you..."

Jiang Junyi paused briefly, then spoke: "I'm your fiancé, Jiang Junyi of the Jiang Family."

Wan Qingyun's body stiffened at once, and she mustered all her strength to slap Jiang Junyi's hand away.

"So it's you..."

"The Young Master of the Jiang Family helps me... out of pity?"

She let out a self-deprecating laugh.

Jiang Junyi sighed softly: "I'm sorry. I didn't expect that just a rumor would put you through such pain."

Wan Qingyun fell silent at the man's sincere words.

She knew she couldn't entirely blame Jiang Junyi for this.

But... it still stung deep down.

"I'll call off the engagement. Just do me a favor, Young Master Jiang—don't send anyone to bother my sister and me again."

"Consider that compensation for this matter."

Jiang Junyi was taken aback. Call off the engagement?

If I do that, what's the point of all this?

With that thought, a bold impulse seized him, and he scooped Wan Qingyun into his arms.

Her soft, delicate body pressed against him, the faint scent of her silken hair lingering at his nose.

Jiang Junyi's heart stirred—so this was how soft a girl's body could be?!

Wan Qingyun gasped: "You! What are you doing?!"

Jiang Junyi smiled lightly, his eyes meeting hers, bright as stars:

"I think you've misunderstood, Miss Wan."

"I'm here to propose!"