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Chapter 30
Baili Bank.

Ah Chang bowed his head slightly, and told Pei Xun the whole story.

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded: "I don't know what is the purpose of Mr. Pei in Linhanzhuang today?"

Boss Shen came at a leisurely pace, and a large number of people followed immediately went up to surround the officers and soldiers who were about to carry the boxes,

Jing Huanyao wanted to rush out, but Boss Shen said again: "Master Pei, if you want to get something from my Baili Bank today, you will offend me. I, Shen, am not a vegetarian!"

It might take some time to get these ledgers from Boss Shen, but Jiang Youzhi couldn't wait any longer.

"If you want to leave now, I, Shen, will certainly not stop me." Boss Shen said slowly, and suddenly he sneered: "Then, please leave quickly!"

Jing Huanyao said that he was going to force his way in, but Pei Xun's eyes became more and more serious: "Put things down and go back."

After saying that, without any hesitation, he got out of the Baili Bank, got on the horse, pulled the rein, and galloped forward.

Countless dust was stirred up behind him, flying sand and turning stones.

Zeng Zhiyan's private residence.

Jiang Youzhi was thrown heavily on the ground. She tried hard to break free from the restraints on her hands, but even though her wrists were rubbed red and swollen, it was of no avail.

Zeng Zhiyan came walking, he looked at the struggling woman on the ground, his eyes became more interesting, he turned and closed the door.

Seeing him approaching step by step, Jiang Youzhi retreated in a panic, and finally leaned against the wall, unable to retreat.

Zeng Zhiyan leaned over and looked at her body which was tied up with ropes one by one, showing beautiful bumps, he suddenly tore off the cloth from her mouth.

He stretched out his hand to touch her cheek with malicious intentions. She had icy skin and jade skin, a fairy beauty, and now the corners of her eyes were reddened by force, and she was even more charming like the wind.

This extreme fragility and fragility can easily arouse a man's desire to commit violence.

There was a bit of perverted excitement in his voice: "You can't escape."

As he spoke, he inserted his hands into her waist and untied her. Jiang Youzhi was free, and kept pushing the man in front of him.

But the man restrained her wrists with one hand, and pressed heavily against the wall. The man's jaw was squeezed and lifted, and the man's hoarse voice came from his ears.

"It's no wonder that even Mr. Pei is willing to be regarded as a minister under the skirt. It turns out that the Mihun Soup is here."

Jiang Youzhi tried her best to avoid the clamp between her jaws, turned her head aside, Zeng Zhiyan approached her ear, and while blowing, said, "How do you usually serve him?"

The disgust in Jiang Youzhi's eyes was even stronger, and he was unwilling to say a word to him.

Zeng Zhiyan took a deep breath of the fragrance emanating from her neck, with a look of intoxication, then pinched her waist hard, forcing her to come closer to him.

Sensing the man's breath around his neck, Jiang Youzhi suddenly broke free with his hands and slapped them randomly, but this attracted the man's heavier movements.

In a panic, she pulled out the hairpin from her head, and thrust it towards the man in front of her without any hesitation.

When the hairpin was pulled out from Zeng Zhiyan's shoulder, he raised his head in pain, panicked for a moment, and then he slapped him hard with the wind and rain in his eyes.

Jiang Youzhi's head was tilted to one side after being beaten, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. Zeng Zhiyan touched his wet and sticky shoulders, grabbed her head suddenly, and slammed her hard against the wall.

He couldn't stop saying, "You don't want to drink a toast! Dare to attack me! See if I don't beat you to death!"

Jiang Youzhi was dizzy from being hit, and her body was limp without any strength. Seeing her dejected look, Zeng Zhiyan saw excitement in his eyes, pulled off the clothes on her left shoulder, and buried his head in it.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and Pei Xun appeared at the door panting, with a cold and terrifying look in his eyes.

While Zeng Zhiyan was in a daze, he stepped forward and kicked him away, and Zeng Zhiyan rolled to the side, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Pei Xun lifted him up with one hand, and slammed him against the wall fiercely. After doing this three or four times, Zeng Zhiyan passed out like a dilapidated doll.

Pei Xun was still on the ground, and went to see Jiang Youzhi's situation. Seeing the tears she kept shedding, his eyes were tinged with panic for the first time, and the hands that untied her trembled.

After the rope was removed from her body, Jiang Youzhi rushed into his arms, crying and trembling all over. Pei Xun saw the wound on her left shoulder for a moment when she lowered her eyebrows, which seemed to be an old wound.

He didn't say anything, just pulled her clothes back calmly, put his hands on the back, and patted her lightly to help her relax.

Before leaving, Pei Xun looked at Zeng Zhiyan who was unconscious on the ground, and said to the guards: "Arrest him, and let him go after listening."

Then he said to Jing Huanyao who rushed in, "Surround the Zeng Mansion with me, and no one is allowed to go out without my order."

In the dim room.

Jiang Youzhi just drank the medicine and was about to fall asleep when Pei Xun saw this and wanted to get up and leave.

But the sleeve was grabbed tremblingly, Pei Xun turned around, and saw the woman on the bed, looking at him timidly, with a weak voice: "My lord, can you stay with me?"

Pei Xun's eyes were fixed on that little hand, and Jiang Youzhi saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time, she didn't know whether it was because of fear or acting like a baby, she shook his sleeve, and there was a cry in her voice: "I'm afraid, stay with me, okay?"

Pei Xun felt soft in his heart, sat down beside her couch, and said softly: "Okay, go to sleep."

Only then did Jiang Youzhi close his eyes in peace, but the hand that was holding onto his sleeve did not let go.

……

"no no!"

When Jiang Youzhi was awakened by the nightmare, Pei Xun was calling her with a worried face. Seeing that she woke up, he wiped the sweat from her forehead with his sleeve.

Jiang Youzhi got up suddenly, tucked into his arms, her body was trembling, her voice was buzzing and nasal: "I'm having a nightmare."

"In the dream, you didn't come to save me..." When she said this, her voice trembled a little and she couldn't continue.

Pei Xun put one hand on the end of her hair, and comforted him: "Dreams are always reversed."

When the condition of the person in his arms got better, he asked, "Where did the injury on the shoulder come from?"

Jiang Youzhi was taken aback for a moment, poked his head out of his arms, his eyes blurred a few times, and then slightly pulled off the clothes on his left shoulder, revealing several scars.

She gently grabbed Pei Xun's hand, put it on her scar, and said in a low voice, "This is a whip, a whip soaked in salt water. This wound is too deep to leave a scar."

The look in Pei Xun's eyes was dim, and he moved his fingers lightly, feeling the roughness there, which contrasted sharply with the smoothness of her other place.

"It was Su Qi'an who beat me. I didn't want to go with him or enter the mansion, so he beat me, and he would beat me when he was unhappy..." Jiang Youzhi said calmly, as if he was talking about other people's affairs.

Pei Xun sighed inaudibly, stretched out his hand to help her pull up her clothes, his eyes fixed on the red mark on her collarbone, it was new, and there was no emotion in his voice: "Sleep, I won't go."

(End of this chapter)