Chapter 14: Who Is His Father, Really?

Yang Weiyang’s plan was likely to have someone bring Dongfang Qingwan here first, then have those others pretend they had business elsewhere and leave, before finally stepping in himself to rescue her safely.

“This director isn’t professional at all. At least find someone who can act like that Zhou Daqiang fellow,” Qin Xuan thought, and once he figured it out, he decided not to let them leave.

As the group approached the door, they suddenly found someone standing in their way.

“Hey, you! What are you doing here?” the bald leader barked.

“Boss, I think he’s the bodyguard for that girl inside...” one of his henchmen quickly reminded him.

“Bodyguard? How did he find this place? Boys, deal with him,” the bald boss ordered, and the men behind him flexed their muscles, ready to fight.

“Are you really planning to keep that beauty tied up until tonight?” Qin Xuan asked them with keen interest, remaining calm. If Dongfang Qingwan were left outside until nightfall, things would get serious; if anything happened, these thugs would be scared to death.

Moreover, Qin Xuan had assumed that Yang Weiyang’s lackeys were just schoolmates. Now, it was clear they were actual street drifters—unemployed, small-time gangsters.

What exactly did Yang Weiyang do, and how had he come into contact with people like this?

“That’s none of your business. Boys, get him!”

With a command from the bald leader, four thugs charged at Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan moved his feet; to their eyes, he was nothing but a blur. Instantly, four sharp, crisp sounds rang out! Each man was kicked in the face almost simultaneously by Qin Xuan, sending them crashing to the ground, howling in pain.

“Damn!”

The bald boss gaped in shock; he never expected his men to be taken down so quickly. Was this guy even human? He hadn’t even seen how Qin Xuan had moved—oh, not his hands, but his feet.

But he had no time to ponder, as Qin Xuan swung the sword case, knocking him out cold just like Zhou Daqiang.

“Yang Weiyang, the performance ends here.”

Amid the groans of the four henchmen, Qin Xuan strode inside.

Yang Weiyang had planned to appear shortly and take Dongfang Qingwan away. Hearing the cries, he realized something was wrong and turned to see Qin Xuan smiling at him.

“Qin Xuan?”

Hearing Qin Xuan’s voice, Dongfang Qingwan, tied up in the inner room, grew emotional and quickly called out; her trembling voice carried through the wall.

“It’s fine, I’m here.”

Qin Xuan answered through the wall, then walked up to Yang Weiyang with a warm smile.

Yang Weiyang felt uneasy seeing that smile. He’d never expected Qin Xuan to track them here and was wholly unprepared, but his improvisation skills were decent.

He hurriedly laughed, “I wondered who it was—turns out it’s Junior Qin Xuan. As her bodyguard, you really dropped the ball, letting them take Qingwan. Thankfully, I followed them to find a chance to rescue her...”

“Drop the act, Oscar winner.”

Qin Xuan patted his head and looked inside. Dongfang Qingwan was tied to a steel pipe, gazing pitifully in this direction. The moment she saw Qin Xuan, her eyes lit up; she was nearly moved to tears.

It was clear how terrifying the ordeal had been for her. Without Qin Xuan, Yang Weiyang’s little play might have ended perfectly, but with a very different outcome.

“Are you alright? I wasn’t paying attention and let you get frightened.”

Qin Xuan stepped forward to untie her.

“I’m fine. Thank you.”

Dongfang Qingwan looked at the man in robes, feeling a flicker of goodwill for the first time. She thought, this bodyguard is quite reliable—even though she’d been caught due to a moment’s lapse, that couldn’t be helped; those middle-aged actors were truly convincing.

“No need to thank me; I’m your bodyguard. Letting you get taken here was my fault, and I’ll be more careful from now on,” Qin Xuan said seriously.

This incident served as a wake-up call. Protecting someone wasn’t just about fighting monsters; there were many things to watch out for. Otherwise, mishaps could happen at any moment.

This time Yang Weiyang wanted to play the hero; next time, they might not be so lucky.

“Who were you talking to just now?”

Dongfang Qingwan flexed her limbs where she’d been tied and looked curiously at Qin Xuan.

“It was Yang...”

Qin Xuan glanced back and saw that Yang Weiyang had already slipped away, so he smiled.

“It was Yang Weiyang. By the way, do you know what his father does?”

It wasn’t Yang Weiyang himself that caught Qin Xuan’s attention, but pure curiosity. From their first meeting, Qin Xuan suspected his father had some status, and now he was even more convinced.

A sophomore with the ability to summon gangsters and small-time bosses—his background was hardly ordinary.

Dongfang Qingwan shook her head, “I don’t know. I don’t even know him. Why was he here?”

“Let’s walk and talk.”

Qin Xuan smiled, leading her out of the abandoned factory. As they passed the door, the groaning thugs made Dongfang Qingwan frown; she clearly disliked them.

At the entrance, the convertible BMW was already gone, and Dongfang Qingwan, hearing Yang Weiyang’s entire scheme, couldn’t help but find it amusing.

“They tossed my phone somewhere along the way. What should we do now?”

Dongfang Qingwan suddenly remembered.

“What? Why didn’t you say so sooner?”

Qin Xuan felt his luck was turning sour. Dropped off again, just like last time—and no phone either. The only difference was the beautiful campus belle beside him.

Though there was a van parked at the entrance, neither of them could drive it. As for the thugs and their bald leader inside, there was no need to consider them; they’d probably be groaning till nightfall.

Qin Xuan was confident in his control over the force of his kicks.

“Wait for me. I’ll go catch up with Yang Weiyang,” Qin Xuan thought aloud. The other party couldn’t have gone far; if he listened carefully, he could even hear the sound of a speeding car.

But just as he stepped out, he realized he couldn’t leave Dongfang Qingwan alone here; what if something else happened?

“We should get back soon, or Senior Zhao will worry,” Qin Xuan said, looking into her beautiful eyes.

“Alright.”

Dongfang Qingwan nodded, understanding the reasoning, though she didn’t know what Qin Xuan would do.

“Forgive me.”

With that, Qin Xuan suddenly scooped Dongfang Qingwan up in his arms.

“Ah, what are you—”

Before she could finish, Qin Xuan was already running with her soft body in his arms, his pace swift and light.

“Yang Weiyang’s car is fast—hold on tight, I’m about to speed up.”

With a brief pause, Qin Xuan activated his internal technique; a thread of true energy emanated from the sword-heart in his dantian, quickly gathering at his feet and kicking up a cloud of dust along the desolate road!

Dongfang Qingwan closed her eyes tightly, clutching his broad robe with both hands.

Even while carrying someone, Qin Xuan could reach speeds surpassing a hundred kilometers per hour. Even a convertible BMW couldn’t match that on such a winding, secluded road.

Of course, he could only sustain this pace for a short burst; once his energy was depleted, he’d be in trouble if anything happened. Luckily, Yang Weiyang hadn’t gone far. In just moments, the white convertible BMW appeared in their sight.

Dongfang Qingwan wanted to ask him to put her down, but the wind pressure at such speed made speaking impossible.

“Haha, Yang Weiyang, we meet again!”

Qin Xuan laughed loudly, pushed off with his feet, and in a flash, leapt into the back seat of the convertible, still holding Dongfang Qingwan. The speed was so fast that Yang Weiyang hadn’t even noticed anyone approaching from behind.

It wasn’t until Qin Xuan’s booming laugh startled him that his soul nearly flew out of his body, and he slammed the brakes in panic.