Chapter 120 – The White Moonlight is Forcibly Loved by the Substitute 18
After downing two whole bottles of vodka, Meng Ying staggered out of the bar. His underlings helped him into the car, which slowly pulled away. Meng Ying watched the buildings flash by outside the window, a bitter smile on his lips. It turned out that drinking to drown one’s sorrows only made them worse. Otherwise, why would his heart ache so much?
Maybe he’ll finally look at me if Si Shuangyu disappears from A Yan’s world for good.
A flash of murderous intent appeared, which he quickly concealed. Shaking his head, Meng Ying forcibly suppressed the wicked thought. He did want Si Shuangyu dead, but he couldn’t let him die. After all, the living can never compete with the dead!
Soon, the car arrived at Meng Ying’s villa.
“Brother Meng, let us help you inside…”
One of his men stepped forward to support him.
“No need, I can go in by myself. You’ve all worked hard, go home and rest early.”
Meng Ying was a very private person. He knew Gu Qiyan had emotional mysophobia and placed great importance on his partner’s chastity. Never mind that Si Shuangyu’s tainted body would disgust him; even a slightly intimate gesture from someone else would cause his displeasure. So, he was usually very careful, never engaging in any intimate behavior with others and never allowing outsiders into his personal space.
Meng Ying dismissed his subordinates, pressed the code to unlock the door, and staggered inside. Bright moonlight spilled into the pitch-black room, and a gentle breeze rustled the sheer curtains, creating a scene that was both beautiful and strangely eerie. In an instant, the alcohol’s effects vanished. The hair on his body stood on end as he began to scan the room with unblinking eyes.
Just then, a pair of hands in black leather gloves, holding a piano wire, swiftly attacked his neck from behind. He sensed the danger, but his alcohol-dulled body couldn’t react in time. He could only quickly raise his hands to block his neck. The piano wire was thin but strong, capable of easily slicing through human skin, throat, windpipe, and blood vessels—a very professional assassination tool. Meng Ying resisted with all his might, but the piano wire still cut through the flesh and tendons of his palm. Blood flowed ceaselessly, the pain sharp and intense. If he hadn’t reacted a split second faster, his windpipe would have already been severed.
He struggled fiercely, and his attacker pulled back with equal force. Meng Ying let out a roar and threw his head back, attempting to strike his opponent with the back of his skull. But his attacker had already seen through his move. They sidestepped his attack, changed the target of the piano wire, and quickly wrapped it around both his hands before executing a shoulder throw that sent him crashing to the floor.
“Ugh…”
Meng Ying’s brows knitted in pain, his body twitching. His pained eyes looked toward the dark figure. The swaying curtains were swept up by the wind and then fell again. In the flickering light, Shuang Yu, dressed all in black, appeared like an Asura descending upon the world—impossibly handsome, yet utterly cold.
“Si Shuangyu!”
He growled through gritted teeth.
A muffled thud came from under the sofa.
“Mmph… mmph…”
A moment later, the long-haired man who resembled Shuang Yu revealed half his head. His mouth was sealed with duct tape, and his eyes were filled with terror as he pleaded for help.
“What do you mean by this, Xiao Yu? Isn’t this joke going a bit too far?”
Meng Ying’s pupils contracted sharply. He tried his best to suppress his emotions, intending to launch a surprise attack.
Shuang Yu planted his booted foot on his chest, leisurely took out a cigarette and lit it. He looked down at him, a hint of deep coldness in his profound, luminous eyes, the corner of his mouth lifting in a faint smile.