Jiang Cheng Was Kidnapped! Utterly Unlucky

The crowd murmured among themselves—in Jiangcheng, the Shen family's little devil was a name that carried serious weight.

There was once a clueless rich second-generation who, after drinking, dared to harass Shen Xiyue. That same day, his arms and legs were broken and he was sent to the hospital.

His father was considered a big shot in Jiangcheng, yet he didn't dare let out a single fart!

Shen Xiyue swept her gaze across the room, then headed toward a corner.

"Crap. She's not coming for me, is she?"

Jiang Cheng's heart skipped a beat, a bad feeling creeping up inside him.

As for Ye Bufan, he was already completely mesmerized!

Shen Xiyue strode forward with her long, meter-long legs, covering ground in just a few steps. No one dared speak, stealing glances at her from the corners of their eyes.

She's coming, she's coming!

See? Bro really is the sharpest tool in the shed.

Ye Bufan suddenly brimmed with confidence, straightened his clothes, and slicked back his hair like a peacock.

Shen Xiyue looked at Ye Bufan coldly, a flicker of killing intent flashing in her eyes. "Get lost!"

What the hell? My mental state just crashed!

Ye Bufan met Shen Xiyue's icy gaze and couldn't help stepping back, his face flushing red.

Where's the so-called chosen one?

You old bastard tricked me again—real shady!

"Jiang Cheng, what are you doing here?" Shen Xiyue stepped past Ye Bufan, frowned slightly at Mu Qingcheng and the other girl, then finally fixed her eyes on Jiang Cheng.

Yeah, yeah, that's the feeling!

Jiang Cheng couldn't be happier. Gotta hand it to Shen Xiyue—this tone, this attitude, is exactly how a Heroine should treat a Villain.

Li Shiyao, look, this is who you should learn from!

Jiang Cheng shot a glance at Li Shiyao, who was clinging to his arm, utterly speechless.

Little did he know, Shen Xiyue's heart was far from calm. Ever since she learned Jiang Cheng had arrived at the Shen Family Manor, she'd scrambled to send people rushing over.

If anything happened to Jiang Cheng, even in front of this crowd, she'd kill Ye Bunfan.

Thank goodness you're okay!

Shen Xiyue let out a quiet sigh of relief, deep affection hidden beneath her cold eyes.

"Xiyue, how dare you speak like that?"

A vigorous voice rang out as Shen Qian stepped out from the crowd.

"Uncle Shen."

Shen Qian nodded at Jiang Cheng, then turned his gaze to his troublesome daughter.

"Apologize to Xiao Cheng right now."

Shen Xiyue's expression remained icy, completely ignoring her own father.

"Do you want to drive me to an early grave?" Shen Qian sighed heavily, helplessness written all over his face.

Shen Xiyue didn't turn around. Her cold voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"Ever since my mother died, we've had nothing to do with each other."

Hiss!

The assembled nobles all sucked in a sharp breath—was this something they were supposed to hear?

Were they about to be silenced for good?

No one knew the details of the Shen family's affairs, and no one dared speculate. After all, nobody wanted to end up dumped in the sea to feed the fish.

"Come with me."

Tch!

You say go, and I just go? A Villain's got no face left like that.

Jiang Cheng curled his lip, about to refuse, when he met Shen Xiyue's cold gaze.

He swallowed hard. Fine, you win.

A real man knows when to bend—sometimes you have to go against your heart!

As Shen Xiyue's retreating figure faded, the entire manor fell dead silent.

"Big brother, Xiyue..."

Shen Qian closed his eyes, shook his head slightly, his hands trembling behind his back. "It's my fault—I let her and her mother down."

"Look after Xiyue for me. In this family, she only acknowledges you."

After saying that, Shen Qian seemed to age decades in an instant.

Snapping back to reality, the crowd quickly took their leave, not daring to linger.

In the blink of an eye, the vast manor fell silent.

Only now did the two women realize—Senior Jiang Cheng had been snatched away!

Li Shiyao stomped her foot in fury. Just now, she'd actually been intimidated by that woman.

And she'd lost Senior Jiang Cheng. So mad.

Mu Qingcheng's expression was complicated. Having lived a second life, she naturally understood Shen Xiyue's circumstances.

She also knew that Shen Xiyue would never harm Jiang Cheng!

Outside the Shen Family Manor, Jiang Cheng watched Shen Xiyue mount her motorcycle and tentatively spoke up: "I... have a car."

"Keys."

Jiang Cheng thought Shen Xiyue had agreed, so he quickly pulled the car keys from his pocket.

The next second, a figure flashed past.

The keys vanished.

"An Ancient Martial Artist!" Jiang Cheng's pupils contracted as he exclaimed.

He turned to look at the car—it was gone!

Then Shen Xiyue's voice rang out, "Now, it's gone."

Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched. He had no idea what Shen Xiyue was playing at.

Still, he wasn't worried she'd make a move on him—too many people had just seen them.

"Get on."

With that, Shen Xiyue shifted forward slightly and patted the spot behind her with her hand.

"I... sit behind you?"

Jiang Cheng pointed at his nose, his tone stunned.

He knew Shen Xiyue had no goodwill toward men, especially him—and he still didn't know why.

What was this all about now?

With so little space, their bodies would inevitably touch!

He wasn't a saint. If something reacted... the consequences...

Jiang Cheng felt a chill down below.

"What, Young Master Jiang is scared? Can you handle it?"

Shen Xiyue spoke flatly from inside her helmet.

Was it his imagination, or did he catch a hint of playful teasing in her voice?

He shook his head and stopped overthinking.

A man could never stand hearing the words "can you handle it"!

Just go for it.

"Slow down, slow down!"

"Too fast, I can't take it!"

Jiang Cheng howled as the wind roared past his ears.

Fine, I admit I was a bit loud just now!

Shen Xiyue ignored him and sped up instead.

Serves you right for keeping so far away!

A pouty little brat huffed inside Shen Xiyue's heart.

Right now, Jiang Cheng was bracing himself with both hands behind him, desperately trying to maintain a safe distance from Shen Xiyue.

As the speed climbed higher, "I can't hold on."

Cold sweat beaded on Jiang Cheng's forehead. He didn't want to die young.

He threw his arms forward and pressed his body tight against Shen Xiyue's back.

The faint scent of jasmine filled his nostrils, and only then did he feel a little relief.

Scared the hell out of me!

But then, Jiang Cheng noticed something was off.

In his nervousness, he seemed to have grabbed the wrong spot.

That place—above the abdomen!

Wasn't that...

Damn it, his hands were as good as gone!

Was it too late to jump out of the car now?

Jiang Cheng's face crumpled, terrified that Shen Xiyue would chop him up and feed him to the fish any second now.

A horrifying thought struck him.

What if she'd done it on purpose?

Just to find a legitimate excuse to kill him.

Tsk, the more he thought about it, the more chilling it got!

Shen Xiyue said nothing, only moving Jiang Cheng's hands down to her abdomen.

Her body trembled slightly, but the corner of her lips curled into a smile.

Her cool voice carried a hint of shyness.

"I'm riding the bike right now, so it's not convenient."

But to Jiang Cheng's ears, it sounded completely different.

Riding the bike—not convenient to strike!

Jiang Cheng's face turned ashen.

Terrible, terrible, what rotten luck.

Given Shen Xiyue's personality, he'd definitely suffer inhuman torture before he died.