Ying Ci felt he had truly been careless this time.
As the Ying Family's true heir, he had gone abroad with his mother for treatment because of health problems when he was young.
The Ying Family's old master had only one grandson and always doted on him. To ensure his heir's upbringing went smoothly, he had gone abroad with them, leaving only Father Ying in the country to handle affairs.
But shortly before returning home, Ying Ci had received word that Father Ying had actually fathered an illegitimate son.
Honestly, though he was angry, Ying Ci had not thought much of the other man. Who could have expected that brazen bastard to try to kill him by planting a bomb in his car?
If he had not reacted in time, he might have died on the spot. His bodyguard had lost his life because of it, and the police had quickly arrived to cordon off the scene.
Ying Ci should have sought help, but he had discovered that the illegitimate son's men were at the scene, searching everywhere for him, while he was some distance from the police.
If he called for help, they might spot him and intercept him. Then he would be unable to live or even die.
His instincts told him he could not let them find him, at least not now, so Ying Ci had taken a shortcut and fled. He had forced himself to keep going, but while passing through an alley, he had finally given out and fainted.
It was a strange sensation, being unconscious yet still somewhat aware. He could vaguely hear approaching footsteps and an exclamation of admiration.
"What a pretty face. What a beauty. Looks like he can still hold out."
Then a hand grabbed his wrist and rubbed its inner