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“Though your marriage to him is merely a transaction on paper, he has helped you after all, and you two have lived under the same roof for a while; that makes you friends. I hope you can extend a helping hand to save his life.” Du Yuehua became anxious when she heard he was unwilling to help. “I know you have connections in Capital City. As long as you’re willing to help him, I’m ready to pay whatever it costs.”

“For him, you’re willing to do anything?” Yang Xinyi asked.

“I’m willing.”

Du Yuehua answered firmly. Ye Xiong had become a part of her life, and with him, it was as if she had been reborn. Without him, Du Yuehua didn’t even know what she would become.

“I want to acquire your hotel. If you agree, then I will go find someone to save him,” Yang Xinyi suddenly said.

Du Yuehua fell silent at once.

The Mingyang International Hotel was the essence of her husband’s hard work; after his death, it had become her own.

For the past six months, no matter how He Haodong attacked, using every means at his disposal, even sending someone to kill her, she never gave up. Even if she was losing hundreds of thousands every month, she never backed down, because in her heart, the hotel was her lifeblood, more important than her life itself.

Now Yang Xinyi was using her hotel as a bargaining chip, which immediately put her in a difficult position.

In Du Yuehua’s mind, she reminisced over Ye Xiong’s every move.

From the moment he risked his life to save her from a car accident, to their encounter in the hotel, his shamelessness, his capriciousness, and the change he brought to her life like a rebirth—all memories were so vivid, so clear.

His face, every word he said, was etched deeply into her mind, and she realized just how profoundly she felt for him.

She then recalled their wild night together, her first taste of pleasure in a year.

His gentleness, his dominance, his scent, and even his breathing made her endlessly infatuated.

She couldn’t forget the feeling of climax after climax beneath him.

She finally discovered that she couldn’t live without this man.

“I agree, as long as he can return safely, I’ll transfer the hotel to you,” Du Yuehua replied.

“Is it worth it?”

“It’s worth it,” Du Yuehua said, more resolutely than ever before. “But I have one condition.”

“What condition?”

“I hope you will process a divorce with Ye Xiong. I just received news that He Haodong has died, you no longer have any worries, and you can go through the divorce proceedings with him now.”

“Wait for my call.”

Yang Xinyi stood up. Sitting for a long time had made her legs numb, causing her to frown from the pain.

It took a full minute for the numb sensation to fade away.

If that guy were here, a quick massage should have done the trick.

The evening sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the office in a golden hue.

Yang Xinyi stood by the window, arms crossed over her chest, and gazed out at the city silently, finding it hard to calm her emotions.

It was the rush hour, and the streets were bustling with streams of vehicles and crowds of people, all hustling for their livelihoods.

It was just a transaction on paper, and divorce was inevitable anyhow, so why feel sad?

Yet, her heart felt decidedly uncomfortable, and her mind was filled with all the moments she had spent with that bastard.

After a long while, she took out her phone and made a call.

“I agree to your terms. As long as you transfer the Mingyang International Hotel to Xinyi Group, I will process the divorce with him.”

After hanging up the phone, Yang Xinyi dialed her little aunt Yang Yueru’s number, ready to mobilize her uncle’s influence in Kyoto.

Guangzhou Provincial City.

Ye Xiong and Luo Weiwei got out of the car and headed towards the designated location.

After a serious incident occurred in the tunnel, Luo Wei called the director of the Jiangnan City Public Security Bureau, Huang Weifu, to ask what to do next. Huang Weifu told her not to worry about anything else and to just bring Ye Xiong to the designated location and hand him over to the specified person.

The two had no choice but to hail a taxi and head straight for the provincial city.

Upon reaching the provincial city, Luo Weiwei dialed a number provided by Huang Weifu, which she was instructed to call immediately upon arrival.

About ten minutes after making the call, a gray SUV appeared before them.

“Get in,” the crew-cut man commanded coldly.

There were three people in the car besides the driver with the crew cut: a man with a thin face and another with a beard. All were about thirty years old and emitted a cold aura; only people who’ve crawled out from a mound of corpses would have such an air of killers.

“Where are you taking me?” Ye Xiong didn’t get into the car.

The others were of unknown origin and lacked identification, so he wasn’t about to stupidly follow them.

“That’s right, if you’re taking someone, you must have identification,” Luo Weiwei said cautiously.

The crew-cut man pulled out a red booklet from his person and handed it to Luo Weiwei.

Luo Weiwei’s face changed dramatically after just one glance.

It turned out to be a police badge with a hostage transfer certificate inside, issued by none other than the Provincial Public Security Department.

“So we’re all colleagues. Please take good care of my husband,” Luo Weiwei said, handing the credentials back.

As if he hadn’t heard Luo Weiwei’s words, the crew-cut man shouted to the two in the back of the car, “Handcuff him.”

The bearded policeman got out of the car and pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his waist, securing Ye Xiong.

“Officer Luo, you can go back now. Please tell Sister Hua for me that I’ll be alright,” said Ye Xiong, stretching out his hands to be cuffed and then smiling.

“Don’t worry. If they dare to slander you, I will definitely come to court to testify for you,” Luo Weiwei said.

“Luo Suo what? Hurry up, get in the car,” the bearded policeman prodded, pushing Ye Xiong into the vehicle.

The crew-cut young man floored the gas pedal, and the car sped away.

Ye Xiong sat in the car, observing the three men, trying to glean something from their faces, but unfortunately, they had been silent since getting in the car, constantly on guard as if they feared he would suddenly resist.

Who exactly wanted to see him?

Where did they intend to take him?

Having the power to bring him all the way from the Jiangnan Public Security Bureau to the provincial city with just one phone call indicated a far from simple background.

An image of a person faintly surfaced in Ye Xiong’s mind; apart from that person, who else had such immense power?

“Blindfold him,” the crew-cut policeman suddenly ordered.

The bearded policeman pulled out a black cloth, ready to cover Ye Xiong’s eyes.

“What exactly do you plan to do with me and why are you blindfolding me?” Ye Xiong asked coldly.

“The place you’re going to is a classified location, you must be covered,” the crew-cut policeman replied.

“Just obey nicely, or you’ll suffer the consequences,” the bearded policeman growled in anger when Ye Xiong dodged and wouldn’t let him tie the cloth over his eyes.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than he felt a chill on his neck. Ye Xiong’s handcuffs had disappeared at some unknown moment, and pressing against his throat was a cold dagger.