Chapter 273: Mr. Qin Protecting His Wife

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“I’m glad you know.”

Qin Ruohan’s face was cold as he instructed Ye Caitang coldly,

“Remember, no matter what happens in the future, you just have to take care of yourself.”

When he saw this lass’s fair skin dyed red from blood, his heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand and he could not breathe.

He was inexplicably reluctant to see her get hurt for him.

In the future, he did not want to see any wounds on this lass.

Hearing Qin Ruohan’s callous words of telling her to mind her own business, Ye Caitang lowered her head gloomily.

Sigh..

Just how much did Mr. Qin despise her?

Half an hour later.

The room service staff sent the seafood feast that Qin Ruohan had ordered for Ye Caitang to the hotel room.

The wounds on Ye Caitang’s chest had already been carefully cleaned up by Qin Ruohan, so she rushed to the living room impatiently and was about to eat.

Suddenly, the cell phone in Qin Ruohan’s pocket rang.

Ye Caitang looked up at Qin Ruohan.

He was indeed a big shot; he had so many phone calls that he could not even eat in peace.

Qin Ruohan answered the call elegantly and aristocratically.

“Hello?”

Qin Tian said respectfully, “Mr. Qin, we’ve already captured him. What do you want to do with him?”

“Bring him to your room. I’ll be there immediately.” Qin Ruohan’s handsome face was cold and terrifying. He immediately stood up with a powerful and terrifying aura.

He instructed Ye Caitang,

“Eat first. I’ll come over to eat with you later.”

“Okay.” Ye Caitang nodded obediently. She quickly picked up a piece of crystal clear Australian lobster meat and popped it into her mouth. Nothing was more important than food to a foodie.

In Qin Tian’s room.

With cold murderous fury, Qin Ruohan glared coldly at the blond assassin kneeling on the ground, trembling and bruised.

“Which hand fired the shot?”

Under Qin Ruohan’s powerful aura, the assassin replied with a trembling voice,

“Right.. Right hand.”

Qin Ruohan suddenly stepped on the assassin’s right hand, and the terrifying sound of bones cracking rang in the air.

The assassin’s eyes widened in fear. He wanted to scream, but Qin Tian stuffed his mouth with a towel in time.

A moment later, the assassin’s right hand laid on the floor lifelessly in a pool of blood and mangled mess.

Qin Ruohan retracted his foot expressionlessly and said calmly, historical

“You can kill me. But if you touch a hair on my woman’s head, you’ll have to pay with your lives.”

The cold and aristocratic Mr. Qin said slowly with a hint of bloodthirsty hostility in his eyes,

“I won’t kill you this time. Remember to relate this to your master and the people in the underworld.”

Qin Ruohan was like an emperor who controlled life and death. He emanated a terrifying cold murderous intent and inviolable aristocracy.

Horrified, the assassin nodded frantically.

Qin Ruohan ordered Qin Tian lightly,

“Qin Tian, take care of the scene and send him to the mastermind behind the scenes.”

It was not Qin Tian’s first rodeo and he nodded expressionlessly.

“Yes, Mr. Qin.”

After a long while..

Qin Ruohan specially changed into a pair of clean Italian handmade leather shoes before walking back to the presidential suite to have dinner with Ye Caitang.

Ye Caitang bit the leg of the king crab and looked curiously at Qin Ruohan, who had returned.

“Mr. Qin, what were you doing just now?”

She kept feeling that the current Qin Ruohan had a faint murderous aura and a faint smell of blood.

Did he kill someone just now?

When Qin Ruohan heard Ye Caitang’s crisp and sweet voice, his heart skipped a

beat.

He ignored this strange feeling and glanced at Ye Caitang faintly.

“Kids shouldn’t meddle in the affairs of adults.

Are all young girls’ voices so pleasant?

Her voice was as pleasant as a siren that could bewitch people. For some reason, it made his heart race.

“Nonsense. I’m clearly an adult.” Ye Caitang spat out the crab leg and protested with a serious expression.

“You’re only a few years older than me.”

Qin Ruohan picked up a piece of bluefin tuna and placed it on Ye Caitang’s plate as he ordered lightly,

“Don’t talk while you’re eating.”

Ye Caitang:

She would put up with this boring Qin the Sata on account of the delicious food.

The next day, in the evening.

Qin Ruohan—who was going to bring Ye Caitang to the banquet—sat elegantly and aristocratically on the black single leather couch. There was a devilish and charming smile on his lips.

He was looking at Ye Caitang, who had changed into an expensive custom-made gown and looked like a fairy who had descended to the mortal world.

Suddenly, he heard Qin Shi’s panicked report.

“Mr. Qin, bad news.. Bad news..”