Chapter 97: A Fairy-Like Woman

Within a few short minutes, all three men were on the ground, groaning in pain.

That burst of power from the girl just now had been downright monstrous. She looked so slender and delicate, yet her movements were brutally precise, every strike and every technique at a professional level.

Seeing Yin Mi'er trembling and huddled off to the side, Lin Zhiwei no longer wished to drag this out. She helped her to her feet and prepared to leave. “Mi'er, don’t be afraid. It’s fine now. Let’s go.”

“Okay.” Yin Mi'er answered, still shaking.

For Lin Zhiwei, dealing with a few small-time thugs was nothing. But for Yin Mi'er, the longer this scene went on, the deeper the shadow it would cast over her, and it would surely dredge up countless terrible memories from the past.

Lin Zhiwei did not want to waste another second. Supporting her, she hurried to leave.

“You think you can just go? Not a chance.” At that moment, the blond-haired man actually struggled back to his feet and, while mocking his brothers lying on the ground, sneered, “Useless trash. You can’t even handle a little girl with a few flashy tricks.”

“You think you two can get away? Look around. We’ve got plenty more brothers. This whole area answers to me.” The blond man pointed at the figures rapidly approaching from afar, his grin twisted and savage.

Lin Zhiwei gave a helpless shake of her head. It looked like today she would have to beat this bunch into submission, or they would never even learn her name.

It was all this outfit’s fault. It was getting in the way of her. Just now she could only make small movements and had no way to bring out her full fighting strength.

She was loosening her fists and preparing to fight again when sounds of struggle and miserable cries came from not far away. Under the dim streetlights, two tall figures walked toward them.

Lin Zhiwei narrowed her eyes. Only when the two came closer did she call out in guilty surprise, “Ziheng?”

Oh no. Why was he here?

Ling Ziheng brushed off his fists and walked toward her, his face cold as frost, his sharp, chiseled features now wrapped in a murderous darkness.

“Director Lin, are you all right?” Pei Xi hurriedly asked. Truly, when it rained it poured. He had only just been praying that nothing would go wrong, and the moment he got out of the car he saw a crowd of hoodlums moving this way, then caught sight of Director Lin fighting in that backless dress.

“We’re fine.” Lin Zhiwei bit her lip and answered, not daring to look at the man standing like an iceberg beside her.

Pei Xi hurriedly nodded, then ran over to help Yin Mi'er up from where she was curled off to the side, asking softly whether she was hurt.

Ling Ziheng’s eyes remained fixed on the girl before him, cold and still. They were standing beneath the dim yellow streetlamp now, and she looked rather at a loss.

Tonight she was beautiful enough to bewitch the soul, wearing that backless gown, yet at the moment she stood with her head down like a child who had done something wrong. Though he could not see her back, he knew exactly how alluring that exposed softness must be.

The seductive beauty with lowered eyes, her fluttering lashes trembling faintly, stood barefoot on the cold ground drawing circles with her toes. Ling Ziheng could not spare the anger anymore. He drew a deep breath and forced down the surging fire in his chest, then quickly removed his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

Lin Zhiwei lowered her head awkwardly. This really was not her fault. Damn it, it was all Nan Yu... But when she saw Ling Ziheng’s nearly murderous expression, she could only endure the other man’s overwhelming pressure and wait like someone who truly had done wrong to be judged.

Ling Ziheng sighed and said with concern, “It’s cold outside. Get in the car first. Pei Xi, contact Nan Yu and A Sheng on the way.”

Pei Xi nodded, helping Yin Mi'er into the car first. Yin Mi'er poked her little head out and glanced at Ling Ziheng. The atmosphere around him was practically a glacier, so she quickly ducked back inside. She believed that with her sister Weiwei’s beauty, everything would be fine.

Lin Zhiwei cleared her throat. “Um...”

Without a word, Ling Ziheng fastened the buttons of his coat one by one with swift movements, then lifted her cleanly into his arms and carried her toward his car.

“Hey, hey, hey, there are people over there, you...” Lin Zhiwei was about to say that his appearance here might cause trouble, but the man’s icy gaze forced her words back down.

Fine... do whatever makes you happy...

With a stern face, Ling Ziheng carried her into the car and ordered the driver, “Drive.”

“And Mi'er...” Lin Zhiwei asked softly.

“Pei Xi will take her.” Those four low, heavy words were enough to silence Lin Zhiwei at once.

Inside the car were only the three of them and the driver. Pei Xi had taken another vehicle to escort Yin Mi'er home.

Though the car was not cold, Lin Zhiwei was so nervous that cold sweat kept breaking out on her skin. The man beside her stared straight ahead, his lips pressed into a thin line, and even the usually gentle profile of his face was now steeped in unapproachable chill.

That feeling... it was almost exactly the same as when her cousin Lin Qiongjing got angry.

She leaned against the window, the bright streetlights outside reflected in her eyes, and in her heart she could not help cursing Nan Yu. That damned fool was truly a disaster. If he had not suddenly decided to go to the pub, would all this have happened?

Just as she was thinking this, a message from Nan Yu came chasing after her.

Nan Yu the Little Angel: Little Lin, I was wrong... Are you okay? I know your fighting strength is absolutely reliable, but that outfit of yours... won’t it be a little revealing? Of course, honestly, you are not exactly much to look at either....

Lin Zhiwei: ...

Nan Yu the Little Angel: Yes, yes, yes, I’m the one in the wrong. You can hit me or punish me however you like, but you must be feeling heartache, right? Meow~

Lin Zhiwei could no longer endure it and turned off her phone. At a time like this, how could she possibly have the mood to listen to Nan Yu spout nonsense? The iceberg beside her was practically freezing her solid already.

All the way home, Ling Ziheng did not say a single word. He simply lifted her out of the car without allowing any argument and pulled her coat higher to cover her face.

At the front desk, Xiao Hui and Li Li saw the Best Actor stride past, carrying a girl in his arms with an air of stormy fury. Both of them were visibly shocked.

“Am I... blind? Just now, did the Best Actor carry a girl inside? Pinch me, quick.”

“Uh... y-yes, I think so...”

“Um, maybe we should not look where we should not look... The Best Actor looks so angry. Is that girl about to... not get out of bed?”

...

Xiao Hui... Li Li... I treat you two well on ordinary days, Lin Zhiwei gritted her teeth in indignation.

The journey home felt unbearably tense. Although Lin Zhiwei thought it endless, she had to admit she was always good at comforting herself. In Ling Ziheng’s arms, she actually felt a little drowsy, almost comfortable enough to fall asleep.

Ling Ziheng gently set her down on the sofa, then reached up and loosened his tie with a blank expression. Lin Zhiwei was instantly frightened out of her wits. “Um, Boss... I just made a mistake for a moment. There’s no need for such a big punishment right away...”

Ling Ziheng looked coldly at the soft and beautiful girl before him. Though his tone remained as ever, startlingly calm, the flushed little face and lively, enchanting eyes made his mind uneasy and his mouth dry.

Just thinking of how many men had stared at her hungrily all night, how she had just fought at the mouth of that alley wearing this very outfit, how those thugs had looked at her... he nearly could not restrain the urge to silence every one of them forever.

Lin Zhiwei, dragged down by a useless ally, felt that tonight she had indeed been careless. She guessed that those thugs had been sent by Ye Linyun as an appetizer and had clearly looked down on her too much. Still... this outfit really was eye-catching.

“Cough, um...” Lin Zhiwei tried to break the awkward silence. If they kept staring at each other like this, they might ruin their eyesight.

“Change your clothes.” Ling Ziheng spat out three words coldly.

Lin Zhiwei rolled her eyes and felt that made perfect sense. She immediately stood up obediently and tried to undo Ling Ziheng’s coat around her.

Ling Ziheng looked away unnaturally, suppressing a low curse. “Take it off inside.”

Could this girl really trust his self-control that much?

“Oh.” Lin Zhiwei answered dejectedly. Survival came first. She quickly fled back to her room.