Mo Fei slammed the door of the front passenger seat and looked at Ye Cong with her arms crossed. “How do I know if you’re in cahoots with your father?”

Ye Cong started the car and left the hospital. As he drove quickly, he said, “It was really a success to use me to get to Qian Yikun’s side via this suicidal method. You’ve even managed to steal their defensive map.”

Mo Fei was not interested in Ye Cong’s praise at all. She only had one thing to say, “Do you want to work together? If you don’t, get lost. Don’t get in my way.”

“Of course, our cooperation is needed. Yet, I don’t understand—Qian Yikun has more value to cooperate with.”

“Because he can’t die, and you can,” answered Mo Fei’s in a domineering tone. That was also her most straightforward solution.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. It’s a pity that some people don’t understand your heart,” Ye Cong said as he pinched Mo Fei’s chin. “I’ve said it before. A woman who falls for someone has the biggest weakness. Do you think that Mo Qi won’t go to Qian Yikun if you come to me?”

Mo Fei slapped Ye Cong’s hand away. There were no cracks on her expressionless face.

Ye Cong was not angered by the slight pain on the back of his hand. Instead, he retracted his hand happily.

“However, a man like that? I won’t want him either.” A wicked smile appeared on Ye Cong’s lips as he peered at Mo Fei who sat beside him.

“At least he’s better than you,” Mo Fei sneered again.

“Just because he saved you once, you’re touched? Mo Fei, this heart of yours is worthless,” Ye Cong mocked.

Mo Fei’s nostril flared, but she made no sound.

At least in this world, the first person who was kind to her and treated her well for no hidden reason was Qian Yikun.

When she killed or getting killed, the person who protected her when she was in danger—and simultaneously hunting her down when she was not in danger—was Qian Yikun.

When she was on the brink of death, even when she was under suspicion, the person who still chose to save her without hesitation was Qian Yikun.

The reason why he kept probing her was that he wanted to protect Mo Fei at all costs.

In this world, no one would treat her better than Qian Yikun.

“Tell me, what do you know?” Ye Cong asked as the car departed toward the outskirts.

At the resort.

The wind at the door was getting colder. The blanket on Mo Qi’s knees had been blown to the sides of his knees. He straightened the blanket and looked up at the man standing in the wind.

“You’re not the right person that Mo Fei will end up with, so let’s end this here,” Mo Qi said as he turned around in his wheelchair and retreated.

Qian Yikun’s body was stiff due to the cold wind and also the chill in his heart.

“Her love for money is all for the children?” Qian Yikun asked. However, he realized that even his throat had become dry.

Mo Qi was waiting for the elevator with his back turned to Qian Yikun.

The receptionist sat at the back and did not look up. She seemed to have fallen asleep.

“If you really love someone, I don’t think you should keep thinking about how to get her off the hook and disregard the debate on whether she’s guilty. What right does a person who doesn’t even believe in the person he loves have to say about love, Officer Qian?” Mo Qi said as the elevator door opened. The angry lass stomped out of the elevator. Then, she glared at Qian Yikun before pushing Mo Qi’s wheelchair into the elevator.

Mo Qi patted the lass’s hand comfortingly and threw the person outside the elevator one more glance. “You don’t deserve to love Feifei. She deserves to be trusted.”

After Mo Qi finished speaking, the elevator doors closed. Other than the cold elevator doors, Qian Yikun did not see anyone else.

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