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nTranslator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

nUpon hearing the call, Shi Yuting turned his head and walked toward Xiang Yi.

nAs she heard someone calling her name, Zuo Weiyi, who fainted, slowly opened her eyes. Lights poured into her eyes before a tall figure made its way in front of her eyes.

nIt seemed like that was Shi Yuting. Was she seeing things?

nOr was she in heaven?

n“Shi Yuting…” His name spilled from her lips, her voice was as weak and as soft as a mosquito’s buzz.

nBut Shi Yuting still caught it as he was crouching down to pick her up. His heart tightened, he even stopped breathing for a moment.

nNot even a second after, Zuo Weiyi passed out again.

nGazing at her disheveled figure, Shi Yuting frowned in rage. Blood vessels were popping out from his temple, a cold murderous fury was burning behind his eyes.

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nIn the luxurious presidential suite.

nZuo Weiyi was lying in bed, she was still unconscious.

nIt was a little over ten minutes when the doctor realized that her body was burning up.

nAt this moment, Jin Qianba was kneeling in the living room, begging the man in front of him with a pathetically desperate expression.

n“Mr. Shi, I really didn’t touch Miss Zuo… I swear, I really didn’t touch Miss Zuo!”

nIf he were to know that woman belonged to Shi Yuting, he would not have dared to grab her to his room.

nThough he was blaming everything and everyone else, the one he had to blame was really himself. Miss Zuo did already mentioned Mr. Shi’s name, yet he did not take it seriously.

nShi Yuting looked down at Jin Qianba from the sofa, his dark and narrow eyes were terribly cold.

n“Oh? You mean, she tore the clothes on her body herself?”

nWhen he found her and saw the wounds that were covering her body, he thought that the clothes on her body were torn by nature. But when he returned, he found that the clothes were obviously ripped apart!

nThe only culprit he could think of was Jin Qianba.

nUpon hearing that, Jin Qianba paused.

nThe clothes on her were indeed ripped by him, but he did not have the time to lay a hand on her before she made her escape.

nLooking at the man who seemed like a dark lord, Jin Qianba was full of fear.

nHe timidly glanced at the man, and finally, he obediently opened his mouth to speak after a few moments. “It was me, I… I ripped her clothes apart.”

nAfter hearing that, Shi Yuting’s eyes grew colder, the murderous glare was even more deadlier.

nMeeting that glare, Jin Chengba immediately explained. “But! I really did not touch Miss Zuo!”

n“So why did you tear her clothes?” There was no warmth in his voice, giving Jin Chengba goosebumps.

n“I…” Jin Chengba paused again, he could not find an answer to that question.

n“Mr. Shi, I really did not know that she belongs to you… If I had known, I would not have touched her even if I was granted courage by the gods. Please Mr. Shi, be merciful, spare my pathetic life…”

nAs Jin Qianba begged, he was one moment short from wetting his pants.

n“Sure,” Shi Yuting said.

nJin Qianba was not the only one surprised by that, Xiang Yi who was standing nearby was shocked as well.

nWas Mr. Shi going to let go of him so easily?

nIn the next second, Shi Yuting uncrossed his legs and put both of them on the ground. He leaned his body slightly toward the begging figure and asked, “Tell me, which hand did you use to tear her blouse?”

nThe overjoyed Jin Qianba stopped smiling when he heard him, the realization of the man’s intention behind this question dawning upon him.

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