Chapter 392: Chapter 392 - 392: Just Wanted to Beat You Up

Translator: End less Fantasy Translation Editor: End less Fantasy Translation

Ding Ziqiu and Zheng Zhixuan looked like ghosts—pale faces, and vacant eyes as if lost in some abyss of thought.

Suddenly, Ding Ziqiu sprang to his feet. In a swift motion, he grabbed Zheng Zhixuan’s hair and began slapping her viciously across the face. He cursed, “You wretch, it’s all because of you! You’ve ruined my life! Thanks to you, Qiyan Studio fired me. I loathe you!”

Zheng Zhixuan yelped in pain, creating a scene of utter chaos.

Gazing at the unfolding pandemonium, Gu Yuyan clenched her fists tightly, grinding her teeth before rushing out of the grand hall.

No one stepped in to stop the beating, not until Zheng Zhixuan’s face was battered and bloody, swollen like a balloon. It was only then that several figures in black finally intervened, separating the warring duo and escorting them out of the hall. Those were Ye Nanshen’s men.

Meanwhile, in another part of the manor, far away from the grand hall, a series of yelps and cries echoed from a small garden.

“Shen, take it easy, it’s me, Gu Ziye!”

However, the only response Gu Ziye got was his own scream of agony.

Cornered and beaten by Ye Nanshen, and unable to alert anyone for help, Gu Ziye found himself in a precarious situation. Overpowered, phone stolen, and without any lifelines, he thought he was going to die here today.

Gu Ziye found himself pinned against a tree by Ye Nanshen, who looked at him with menacing, bloodshot eyes.

“Shen, come to your senses. I can’t hold on much longer. I’m fading, seriously…” Gu Ziye pleaded.

Gu Ziye was beaten to a pulp, half-dead under Ye Nanshen’s relentless assault.

With a resigned sigh, Gu Ziye closed his eyes, ceasing to resist. But as he did, an odd thought of Rong Qi popped into his head. He said, “I have to say, you and that woman Rong Qi really do seem to share some sort of uncanny synergy.”

The moment the words left Gu Ziye’s lips, he felt the gust of a fist near his ear. But after a lingering moment, the anticipated pain never came.

Slowly, Gu Ziye opened his eyes and was astonished to see Ye Nanshen’s fist frozen just an inch away from his face. “Shen…?”

Ye Nanshen lowered his eyes and his clenched fist.

Like a cat with nine lives, Gu Ziye let out a sigh of relief.

Just then, a voice emerged from behind them. “Are we going home?”

It was Rong Qi, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

“Mhm, let’s go.” Ye Nanshen released Gu Ziye, picked up his jacket from the wheelchair, draped it over Rong Qi’s shoulders, and held her hand, ready to leave.

Slumping to the ground, Gu Ziye couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched Ye Nanshen effortlessly transition back to his normal self. He asked, “Wait, Shen, you’re…you’re okay?”

Under the moonlight, Ye Nanshen tilted his head slightly, a smirk gracing his lips. He said, “I’ve always been fine.” n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“What? That can’t be. If nothing changed, why did you beat me up?” Gu Ziye asked.

Ye Nanshen’s smile widened, as he leisurely met Gu Ziye’s incredulous gaze and said, “I just wanted to beat you up. Simple as that. Understand?”

And with that, Ye Nanshen took Rong Qi’s hand and left through another exit, leaving Gu Ziye in disarray under the night sky.

‘So, I was beaten up for no reason?’ Gu Ziye thought.

The now-enlightened Gu Ziye felt like exploding.

In the car, Rong Qi looked at Ye Nanshen and had a question in mind. She asked, “Is there anything else?”

‘Why aren’t we leaving yet?’ Rong Qi thought.

Ye Nanshen wrapped his arm around Rong Qi’s waist and said, “Waiting for Zhuang Ling. I’ll go check.”

“Oh,” Rong Qi nodded, saying no more. After watching him leave, she pulled out her own phone..