"Strip her!" The three words gritted out through Tong Airui's clenched teeth.
Yi Luowa stared at the man in disbelief—the thin, cold lips, the infuriated peach-blossom-shaped eyes, and the face too pretty for anything but playing a submissive role...
"Hold it!" Yi Luowa shot a disdainful glance at Yuan Hang, who was about to step forward. "Earlier, I only looked at his. If you want to see mine, strip yourself first—then come strip me."
Yuan Hang turned his head to look at Tong Airui.
"Let him go, and I'll strip for you. Then we're square." Seeing Tong Airui remain silent, Yi Luowa yelled, "Can you stop dawdling? I'm in a hurry to save someone!"
Tong Airui exchanged a glance with Yuan Hang, who hesitated but eventually released Yi Luowa without leaving the scene.
"Still not leaving?" Yi Luowa's lips curled into a mischievous smirk. Her gaze roamed from Yuan Hang's face downward, lingering suggestively. "Oh—got it, you want me to look at yours too. But I have one condition: yours better be more interesting than his. Otherwise, don't blame me if my eyes are scarred for life!"
Yuan Hang stepped back, shook his head, and sighed, "Society is falling apart. Young women these days really have no shame."
"Pfft~ and shame is worth what?!" Yi Luowa sneered, placing her hands on her belt as though about to unbuckle it.
Tong Airui's mouth twitched; he lifted his hand slightly, prompting Yuan Hang to leave quickly.
Yi Luowa glanced in Yuan Hang's departure direction, both hands still gripping her belt. She inched closer to Tong Airui. "I'm about to strip—watch closely!"
Tong Airui instinctively glanced at her belt, refusing to believe she'd really dare do it.
Seizing his momentary distraction, Yi Luowa abruptly lifted her leg in a side kick aimed directly at his underarm.
Although Tong Airui barely dodged the kick, the sharp pain he endured below made his vision blur.
"Scumbag! Try dodging this!" Yi Luowa bellowed, sending another kick—a faster one this time.
With a resounding "crack," Tong Airui hit the ground, hearing the unmistakable sound of his bone fracturing.
Yi Luowa smirked at Tong Airui, now sprawled on the ground, before turning and making a run for it.
"You brat! Don't let me catch you!" Tong Airui roared, mustering the last of his strength.
Yi Luowa had no energy left for banter. She sprinted downhill only to find the road below blocked by Tong Airui's men. Her eyes darted cunningly before she shouted from afar, "What are you all standing around for? Your Fourth Master is in trouble! Go check! Yuan Hang can't handle it alone."
The group exchanged uncertain glances. They didn't recognize the girl, but she knew about the Fourth Master and Yuan Hang. Was she lying?
"Believe it or don't—just don't blame me if he dies because you're late!" Yi Luowa barked as she pushed her way through them.
"Stop right there!" a stern voice called from behind her.
Yi Luowa rolled her eyes, yelling as she bolted, "I'm going to call an ambulance for your precious Fourth Master!"
Like the wind, Yi Luowa sped down the mountain and immediately spotted her race car. She swiftly opened the door and leaped inside. With a string of engine roars, the car took off like a released arrow.
"Ao Lie, she's alive! Look at that race car!"
"Get in the car! Call the Second Master."
A group of young men scrambled into their cars, following close behind Yi Luowa.
Glancing at their cars through her rearview mirror, Yi Luowa smirked, then turned on her radio. "Ao Lie, call my second uncle and tell him I'm still alive."
Ao Lie's voice was steady: "Already did."
"Good. Next, arrange for my immediate departure from Xiawu."
"The plane is already waiting at Red Valley Airport."
"Perfect." Yi Luowa grinned, pressing the gas pedal harder and racing toward the airport.
Fifteen minutes later, a private jet lifted off from Red Valley Airport. Not long after, over a dozen sedans swarmed into the airport. Yuan Hang, inside one of them, stared upward in frustration and slammed his fist onto the steering wheel.
Shapuna Castle, F Country.
Yi Luowa pouted while looking at her uncle seated in his wheelchair.
"Come here!" her uncle bellowed.
"I'm not that dumb!" Instead of obeying, Yi Luowa took a big step back.
"Taking advantage of the fact that I can't walk?" Her uncle sneered coldly.
Yi Luowa gave him a thumbs-up. "Smart as ever, Uncle!"
Her uncle's lips curled slightly as he pressed a button on his wheelchair. In a blink, the wheelchair rolled up to Yi Luowa.
He seized her wrist firmly. Yi Luowa scrunched her nose. "Wow, upgraded your gear and didn't give me a heads-up, huh?"
Her uncle's eyes glistened with tears as he pulled her into a tight hug. "Luowa, you nearly scared me to death!"
"Whoa—what's with the sudden change of mood?" Yi Luowa teased, patting her uncle's back. "Relax, see? I'm back safe and sound."
He gently released her, lightly pinched her nose, and said, "You little rascal. Always carefree. Go pack your things—I'm going to take you back to Z Country."
Yi Luowa's smile froze. "Do we have to go back?"
Her uncle sighed. "After all these years, it's the first time they've thought of you. Maybe it's worth going back to see them. Your father… he's getting old."
Seeing the tears in his eyes, Yi Luowa pursed her lips. "Fine, stop crying! I'll go back, but you can't come with me. If something happens to you..."
"I'm a man who's stared death in the face. I don't pay attention to silly superstitions."
"But you're all I've got left!" Yi Luowa pouted angrily. "Why did those two suddenly remember I exist?"
"You're their daughter. Isn't it normal for them to think of you?" Her uncle glanced at the doorway. "Ao Lie, pack up. We're leaving immediately."
Ao Lie stepped in quickly. "Second Master, the young lady's belongings are still on the plane. No packing needed."
Yi Luowa shot Ao Lie a glare, puffing out her cheeks as she begrudgingly pushed her uncle's wheelchair toward the door.
Eight hours later, the duo returned to their long-abandoned homeland.
"Sis, is that second uncle?" At the arrival gate, Yi Shaoqing pointed at Yi Weiyang in the wheelchair.
"Dimwit, there's only one cripple in the private airport. Who else would it be?" Yi Lingfei rolled her eyes at her brother. "The sweeping star is back too."
Yi Shaoqing stared dumbfounded at Yi Luowa pushing the wheelchair. "You sure that girl is the sweeping star? She's actually... stunning!"
Yi Lingfei gave her brother a disdainful look. "Gross. You're drooling."
Yi Shaoqing wiped his mouth, only to realize he'd been tricked. Darkly, he shot Yi Lingfei a glare.
Yi Lingfei pulled a photo from her designer purse and handed it to Yi Shaoqing. "Dad gave me this before we came."
Yi Shaoqing glanced at the photo, his lips twitching at sight of the face, scratched to oblivion by some sharp object.