Chapter 32

The man in the tank top smiled and said, "My cousin is ignorant and didn't know it was your car, Brother Ying. I'll have him fix it right away, and I hope you, a great man, won't hold a grudge against a small fry."

He slapped the young security guard on the forehead and scolded, "You little punk, you must be tired of living. Do you know who this is? He's also Brother Qiang's big brother. You better hurry up and get it fixed!"

Hearing the name "Brother Qiang," the young security guard's eyes flashed with fear. When he realized that Brother Ying was actually Brother Qiang's big brother, he ran off as fast as his legs could carry him. The speed was so fast that even Chu Ying couldn't help but smirk.

"Thank you for showing mercy, Brother Ying." The man in the tank top knew that if Chu Ying really wanted to take action, the guy wouldn't stand a chance no matter how fast he ran.

Chu Ying frowned and said, "Who are you? Have I seen you before?"

The man in the tank top was taken aback and laughed awkwardly, "Brother Ying, you have so many important things to remember. The scars on my face are a gift from you from yesterday."

Chu Ying nodded and smiled, "So you're Huang Qiang's little brother. Are you here to take revenge for your cousin today?"

The man in the tank top shivered and hurriedly said, "If I had known it was you, Brother Ying, I wouldn't have come even if you beat me to death!"

"Get the car fixed and bring it back to Daqing Mountain. I'll pretend nothing happened." Chu Ying tossed the car keys to the man in the tank top and walked away, not worried that he wouldn't follow through.

Only after Chu Ying's figure completely disappeared from sight did the man in the tank top dare to breathe heavily. Sweat rolled down his forehead. Facing Chu Ying, he felt an inexplicable pressure.

Entering the room, Chu Ying knocked on the door of the suite and called out, "I've brought the clothes back!"

Ling Siyi had already changed her clothes. When she opened the door and saw Chu Ying, the scene was etched into her mind like a brand. The numerous scars on Chu Ying's body, from knife wounds to bullet wounds, from burns to whip marks, were shocking. The sight made Ling Siyi feel a chill run down her spine.

What kind of person is he? What kind of torture has he endured? But more than the scars, what moved Ling Siyi was Chu Ying's will.

Despite such cruel torture, Chu Ying could still laugh and joke, and he never pitied himself. Perhaps to him, these scars were just a part of his life's journey.

Ling Siyi gently touched the scars on Chu Ying's body, her movements soft and slow. Each time her fingers traced a scar, her heart trembled involuntarily.

"Does it still hurt?" Ling Siyi's voice was extremely gentle, and she said it almost unconsciously.

Chu Ying exclaimed, "Wife, your hands are truly magical. Wherever you touch, it feels cool and comfortable. It really proves the saying—touching makes you healthier!"

"Ouch—" Chu Ying drew in a sharp breath as Ling Siyi pinched the soft flesh on his waist, snatched the clothes from his hands, and rolled her eyes, "Pervert!"

At the same time, Ling Siyi was also angry. She admitted that she was moved and shocked at that moment, and she even had an impulse to understand this man more deeply. But his words undoubtedly ruined the atmosphere, and the little bit of good feeling she had for him vanished instantly.

"You touch and pinch me, and you call me a pervert? Then you're a female pervert!" Chu Ying rubbed his nose, staring at the closed door, feeling extremely satisfied. He had worked so hard for these two sisters and never received their favor, but these scars made Ling Siyi's heart flutter. If he had known this, he should have suffered more injuries.

After a long time, Ling Xuan finally came out of the room, changed into her clothes. When she saw the scars on Chu Ying's body, she didn't hold back like Ling Siyi. She directly rushed over, lay on Chu Ying's body, and cried, "Brother-in-law, it's all my fault. I made you get hurt. Does it still hurt?"

Chu Ying smiled helplessly, but Ling Xuan's reaction touched him. Over the years, the more famous he became, the more people feared him. People always cowered in front of him, and he had never been so valued. The feeling of being cared for hit the softest spot in Chu Ying's heart.

"These are old scars. How could those guys like Ma Tao hurt your invincible brother-in-law?" Chu Ying patted Ling Xuan's back and comforted her softly.

"What? You didn't get hurt because of me?" This girl's thoughts were indeed unique. She jumped up from Chu Ying's embrace, her beautiful eyes filled with anger and a hint of disappointment.

Chu Ying was puzzled, "Did I say something wrong again?"

"You're not only a bastard but also a big fool!" Ling Xuan bit Chu Ying's shoulder hard and got up to leave.

Chu Ying grinned, "Little sister, are you a dog? Should I get a rabies shot?"

"You're the dog! Your whole family is a pack of dogs!" Ling Xuan sat on the sofa, her chest heaving, not sure who she was angry with.

Ling Siyi glared at Chu Ying and tried to smooth things over, "Alright, we've been up all night. Big Ying, go wash up, and then we'll buy you some new clothes and head back to Daqing Mountain."

"Sure thing!" Chu Ying agreed and was about to leave. Perhaps when Ling Xuan sat on him, she had pressed on his pocket. As he stood up, something fell out—it was Ling Siyi's black lace underwear.

"Stop right there, what's in your pocket?" Ling Xuan, with her sharp eyes, pointed at the underwear hanging from Chu Ying's pocket and shouted.

Chu Ying thought it was bad and quickly covered it, running into the room, "Nothing, nothing, my clothes are torn, this is just a thread!"

"Is there such a thick thread? You're lying!" Ling Xuan didn't see clearly because Chu Ying moved too fast, but she was suspicious.

Ling Siyi, the owner of the underwear, saw clearly and her face turned cold with anger, "Big Ying, you pervert, you dirty wolf, give it back to me!"

Ling Siyi regretted it. She knew this guy wasn't a good person, but she didn't expect him to be so shameless as to steal underwear.

"What is it? If you don't explain clearly, I'll accuse you of slander!" Chu Ying washed up quickly and came out of the room, looking innocent.

Ling Siyi pointed at Chu Ying's bulging pocket and said coldly, "It's what you're hiding in your pocket. Take it out!"

"Is this what you're talking about?" Chu Ying took out the item from his pocket and waved it in front of Ling Siyi. It was a towel.

Seeing Ling Siyi's angry face, Chu Ying laughed awkwardly, "It's hot, I just wanted to use a towel to wipe the sweat. If you want it, here you go. I have a few more inside, I'll get them."

Ling Siyi followed Chu Ying into the bathroom but couldn't find her underwear after searching for a long time. She was puzzled, where did he hide it?

"I warn you, if you dare to take that thing out, I'll never forgive you!" Ling Siyi glared at Chu Ying threateningly.

Chu Ying shrugged indifferently, "I have nothing to hide. Besides, I don't even know what you're talking about—"

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Open the door quickly, we are the police. We suspect you of illegal sexual transactions!"

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