Zhao Lifei was utterly and beyond disappointed by what she saw. Huddling, shaking, and balled up in the corner of the room was an injured Mu Ting, whose entire body looked beyond repair — just like his disturbed brain. She anticipated the injuries on him but did not think he would be damaged to this extent. She wanted to beat a sensible man who can at least register the abuse. What satisfaction would there be in hitting a man who’s already in this state?

Yang Ruqin shared the same thoughts. She swiftly turned to Yang Yulong, accusing him with her eyes. "Did you always have to take the fun out of everything?" She smacked his shoulders when he had the audacity to flash her a brazen smile, innocently blinking his eyes.

"What do you mean, my beloved sister?"

"Ew, don’t call me that. I will puke on your shoes."

"Hey! These are from the latest season collection of Prada, I will skin you alive if you get them dirty!"

Guo Sheng was walking down the halls when he heard his favorite phrase "Skin you alive." He rounded the corner and blurted out, "But that’s my job!"

Yang Ruqin jumped at the sudden interruption. She turned around, her eyes brightening upon seeing her favorite manchild. Before she could even say anything, the ball of energy was already sprinting to her.

"Miss Ruqin!" He shouted in delight, like a child on Christmas Eve. He lifted her into a tight embrace, twirling her around in the air, hugging onto her for dear life.

Yang Ruqin let out a squeal of delight, laughing at his usual greeting. "I’m always surprised by how you can pick me up with your frail arms."

Guo Sheng tightened his arms around her, setting her down on her feet as he buried his head into her hair. "You’re as light as newly ripped skin, so that’s alright."

Yang Ruqin blinked at the weird comparison. "Xiao Sheng...Remember what I said last time?"

Guo Sheng pouted, "I should use civilized words..."

"It’s only a reminder. Don’t sulk on my shoulders." Yang Ruqin let out a quiet laughter, running her hand through his light brown hair. "You can use it in the Underworld, but in public, you shouldn’t."

She gave the big baby a pat on his back and pulled back from the hug, but he continued to hold onto her.

"I-I heard you were injured..." Guo Sheng worriedly whispered, finally releasing her. He looked like he was on the verge of tears at the very thought. He physically examined her from head to toe.

Yang Ruqin was glad she was wearing a long-sleeved turtleneck paired with skinny jeans that covered all of the bruises. If he saw the smallest discoloration, she was worried about how violent he would become.

"Yes, I was, but I’m fine now. Don’t worry about it." She reached her hand up to stroke his head, but he was too tall for her, even in her heels.

Guo Sheng saw her struggle and bent his head to her height, eagerly waiting for the pat. She ruffled his hair, a big smile on her face.

Guo Sheng was in awe of her blinding beauty, his fingers reaching up on his own to poke the dip in her cheeks. "You’re so pretty, Miss Ruqin..." He wistfully said, placing both his fingers into her dimples.

Yang Ruqin chuckled at his reaction, her hands clasped over his fingers. "I know."

Zhao Lifei carefully observed the pair. She wondered if low EQ traits ran deep in the Yang bloodline because it was very obvious this young man, dressed in an overly bright yellow shirt, was madly in love with Yang Ruqin.

She glanced at Yang Yulong who also did not notice a single thing out of place. She then looked at Yang Feng who also seemed relaxed. ’Yep, low EQ definitely runs in the family.’ She paused and shook her head. ’I should not judge them, I share an equally low EQ too.’

Guo Sheng sensed someone was looking at him. His head snapped to the observer, his eyes narrowing upon the hand resting on her hip. Who was she? Why is she standing next to Big Boss? He thought that was Su Meixiu’s role, speaking of which, he hasn’t seen that rigid and uptight woman in a while... He shuddered at the thought of her. She was strict and reminded him of the nurses in the asylum.

Yang Feng cleared his throat.

Guo Sheng was easily on high-alert with his undivided attention set on his Big Boss.

"Guo Sheng, this is your lady-boss from now on. Treat her better than how you treat me." Yang Feng commanded.

Guo Sheng warily stared at her blank expression. He hoped she was not like Su Meixiu.

Zhao Lifei roughly elbowed Yang Feng for his words. Such an odd request, she wouldn’t be surprised if red flags were raised and Elder Yang discovers the truth.

Zhao Lifei’s face softened into a tiny smile that brightens her face. She had an unapproachable-resting face without her smile, something she tried desperately to fix, but to no avail. "It’s nice to meet you, Guo Sheng."

Guo Sheng perked up after he saw her smile. She looked as friendly as Miss Ruqin...

"Big Boss’ family calls me Xiao Sheng." His eyes bounced to his Big Boss, "Lady-boss..." He addressed her by the formal title.

Zhao Lifei waved her hands. "Just Lifei is fine. Lady boss makes me sound old." She wrinkled her nose.

Yang Feng was silently listening. Lady boss sounds old? Then Big Boss makes him sound ancient... He debated if he should have his men address him differently.

"She’s my best friend, Xiao Sheng. You have to treat her nicely, okay?" Yang Ruqin added on, afraid he might be hostile. She heard rumors the last time he was introduced to one of her uncles, he became violent and threw a knife at her poor uncle’s throat. It was needless to say that he was not kind to strangers.

Guo Sheng slowly nodded his head. "She seems nice." He announced, turning to Yang Ruqin. "And she’s big boss’ girlfriend. I’ll be good. I won’t throw...knives at her."

"She’s not my girlfriend, she’s going to be my future wi—" Zhao Lifei clamped a hand over Yang Feng’s mouth, sending him a warning glare. He was the one who wanted to seem detached in their relationship, but he was also the first to slap his chest and declare her as his.

Guo Sheng adorably blinked, tilting his head in confusion. He scratched his ears and turned to Yang Ruqin for clarification. She chuckled, "Don’t worry about it."

Guo Sheng was too caught up by the angelic sound she made to even care about what she said. He obediently nodded his head.

Mu Ting overheard the entire conversation. His brain was mentally not there and he couldn’t stop shivering and whimpering in pain. Nonetheless, he was able to eavesdrop on their conversation and understand the gist of it. If he made it out alive, he would surely cry to his ring leader.

Zhao Lifei realized the utterance of pain and discomfort had stopped from the man. Her eyes flickered to Mu Ting and in a low voice, she whispered to Yang Feng, "Where are the other people that were in the apartment?"

"There were others?"

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"Yeah, I suppose there should be. There were a lot of alcohol bottles and cigarette butts laying on the ground. One man could not possibly drink all of that."

Yang Feng was pensive while thinking over her words. He did not have Yang Ruqin’s apartment searched, which was a crucial mistake. He texted Chen Gaonan, "Check the surveillance camera of Yang Ruqin’s apartment. Bring every visitor to the base for questioning."

Zhao Lifei snuck a peek at his text and said, "Or we can ask Qinqin herself about those who were present."

Yang Feng shook his head. "It’s best if she does not think about the event."

Zhao Lifei glimpsed at Yang Ruqin’s smiling and carefree expression. She shivered when she thought back to Yang Ruqin’s expression in the hospital room. She agreed with Yang Feng. It would be better if she didn’t ask Yang Ruqin unless it was absolutely necessary.