Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress
chapter-412

Chapter 412: Mr. Si, Please Save Me, I’m Xia Ruya!

“Are you trying to call the police?” a man asked in a hoarse and horrible-sounding voice. He sounded just like nails on a chalkboard and he had a terrifyingly menacing gaze in his eyes.

Frightened out of her wits, Xia Ruya looked up at the man in front of her, who had a buzz cut and a rough face that was covered in stubble. There was a centipede-like scar that ran across his face, from his left eye to his nose bridge, and all the way to the right side of his face. He appeared extremely intimidating and grotesque. Clearly, he had been through all sorts of bloodshed and scuffles and Xia Ruya could not help but feel oppressed by his presence.

Jiang Ruoyin and the others shrieked in terror the moment they saw his monstrous appearance.

“Don’t… don’t kill me! Don’t kill me…” Jiang Yuqian spluttered, dodging into the corner and plastering her back against the wall, causing her shoulder blades and spine to ache.

“Don’t… don’t come here. Don’t kill me… don’t…” Xia Ruxue pleaded with immense fear in her eyes, her teeth chattering uncontrollably.

Xia Ruya had turned as pale as a ghost and she quivered uncontrollably from head to toe. Struggling to speak, she murmured, “No… I wasn’t trying to call the police. I didn’t… don’t kill me… ”

“What were you trying to do then? How do you explain this?” the man questioned, holding the mobile phone in front of Xia Ruya’s face with a menacing look on his face. The scar on his face seemed to come alive with every change in his expression and every movement of his facial muscles. It was truly ghastly and horrifying.

Terror was written all over Xia Ruya’s face. She stared at the mobile phone screen to see that the digits “11” were displayed on it. She was one digit away from dialing the emergency number, “110”. It was as if the digits were the cause of her death. She turned pale and bit her lip, at a complete loss for words. Instead, she shook her head continuously.

The paleness of her face made her appear much more beautiful and charming than usual.

“Why are you shaking your head?” the man questioned, walking towards her and glaring at her in disdain.

Unable to contain her emotions any longer, Xia Ruya broke down in despair and let out a shriek of terror. She huddled up and twitched continuously. However, she could not take a step back any further, for her back was already plastered to the wall. Retreating seemed to have given her a tinge of a sense of security.

Her high-pitched voice was extremely piercing and had greatly angered the man, who began berating Xia Ruya before giving her a tight slap across her face.

The impact of the slap caused Xia Ruya’s head to be cocked towards the side and the man’s handprint could be seen on her face almost instantly. It looked extremely daunting.

Jiang Yuqian and the others huddled up together in fear, too petrified to even speak or save Xia Ruya.

Xia Ruya turned her head around slowly while blood flowed out of the corner of her lips. She accidentally caught sight of the man sitting quietly on a chair not too far away from her.

The man was clad in a pair of shades that had covered half of his face, leaving only his thin lips and chin exposed. He was sitting there quietly yet formidably with a sense of mysteriousness. He was slim, lanky, and exuded a charming and authoritative aura.

It seemed as if the tension in the room and the panic and shrieks from the victims held captive had nothing to do with him at all. He remained cool, composed and collected despite all the chaos around him. He did not bat an eyelid to the ruckus and seemed to be extremely nonchalant and indifferent towards everything around him.

Xia Ruya immediately recognized him to be Mr. Si, the idol of many students in Lan Feng Institute, who found him to be charming, assertive and godly.

He remained composed and still like a statue, the only safe haven in the entire bar. Xia Ruya felt as if she had found a straw to clutch at and saw him as her only hope at escaping. “Mr. Si, please save me. I’m a student from Lan Feng Institute. My name is Xia Ruya!”

She was certain that he would not leave her in the lurch because she knew that he was one of the investors of Lan Feng Institute.

Upon hearing her words, the ghastly man instinctively looked over at Si Yiyan before retreating backwards.

Xia Ruya could sense that the man was extremely fearful towards Si Yiyan, and she felt as if she had just seen a glimmer of hope. Too terrified and anxious to even bother keeping up with her pretense and image as a demure and elegant girl, she yelled at the top of her lungs, “Mr. Si! Mr. Si… ”

Upon hearing Xia Ruya’s voice, Jiang Yuqian and the rest hurriedly looked in Xia Ruya’s direction and exclaimed in panic, “Mr. Si, save us, we’re from Lan Feng Institute too!”

Although their voices were loud, they were not louder than the sounds of the ongoing chaos in the bar. As a result, their voices were drowned in the shrieks of terror and shrilling screams coming from the other patrons in the bar. Their efforts were futile.

Si Yiyan stared at them through the lenses of his shades and his lips curled into a cold and sinister smile.

Gu Yuehan said, “It’s Xia Ruya and the other students from Lan Feng Institute.” After some thought, he added, “They’re the ones who are often at odds with Miss Wen.”

Si Yiyan smirked and quipped in a low voice. “Oh, I see!”

“They’re begging you for your help,” said Gu Yuehan, who shivered at the sight of the menacing smirk on Si Yiyan’s face. He thought to himself… If Xia Ruya and the rest were to know that Ninth Young Master’s girlfriend is Wen Xinya, they’d probably be flabbergasted.

“They’re begging me to save them…” Si Yiyan muttered under his breath. His tone was terrifyingly sinister and threatening. He remarked sarcastically, “What a bunch of ignorant fools.”

Hanging his head low, Gu Yuehan agreed. “Indeed… they’re ignorant!”

A frown creased on Si Yiyan’s forehead and he said, “I’ve promised Xinya not to intervene in her feud with these people, but now that they’ve landed in my hands, I’d be letting them off easy if I don’t teach them a lesson, wouldn’t I?”

Gu Yuehan remained silent and stood behind Si Yiyan, completely speechless. It was obvious that Si Yiyan was just asking a rhetorical question.

After pondering for a while, the frown on his forehead eased up and he instructed with an icy cold stare in his eyes. “Gu Yuehan, take a few beautiful photos of them and release them to the media. I suppose they’d be very interested in news of wealthy heiresses showing up at a nightclub for a night of fun.”

He deliberately emphasized on the word “beautiful” with an aloof and formidable tone. His words invoked an inexplicable feeling within Gu Yuehan.