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As the sun began to set in the west, a dozen bodyguards in black uniforms patrolled the path surrounding the villa on the lawn outside.

The bodyguards moved with steady steps, their eyes sharp as eagles, monitoring every corner and every gap in the fence.

A black Cullinan was parked at a secluded intersection two kilometers from the villa.

Yan Qi, sitting in the back seat, slightly raised his eyes, his eyes narrowed and cold, his whole body exuding a chilling and sinister aura.

Yan Qi's sharp gaze pierced through the car window and landed on the bodyguards patrolling outside the villa.

Kang Liang, in the passenger seat, leaned back and whispered to Yan Qi:

"Young Master Qi, we've figured it out. There are twelve people patrolling outside, but no one is stationed inside the villa."

Yan Qi's gaze darkened, and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his lips as he gave the order:

"Let's do it."

His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a chilling quality.

Four black SUVs immediately drove out slowly behind the Cullinan.

Twenty bodyguards dressed in black combat uniforms quickly got out of the car. Their movements were swift and efficient, demonstrating their high level of training. They then moved stealthily in different directions toward the bodyguards outside the villa.

The bodyguards outside the villa were still patrolling in an orderly manner.

The last rays of the setting sun lingered on the horizon. Dusk was deepening but not yet completely dark. The two streetlights in front of the house had not yet been turned on, and the afterglow gilded the surrounding greenery with a cold, desolate golden edge.

It was so quiet that you could hear the rustling of the wind through the green plants.

Suddenly, a dark figure darted out of the bushes in the community like a ghost, and before the patrolling bodyguard could react, a precise chop to the back of his neck was delivered.

The bodyguard groaned and fell to the ground instantly, his body being quickly dragged into the bushes.

The entire attack on the patrolling bodyguards was carried out without making a sound or attracting the attention of other patrolling bodyguards.

Immediately afterwards, more shadowy figures emerged from the bushes, each one agile and swift in their movements.

They had a clear division of labor, worked together seamlessly, and adopted a strategy of using multiple officers to fight one person.

Although Fang Ze's bodyguards were very professional and skilled, the people Yan Qi brought were clearly superior.

Yan Qi brought a large number of people, and each of them was exceptionally skilled and coordinated well, as if they had fought together many times before.

It didn't take long for the remaining eleven patrolling bodyguards to be subdued, and none of them were able to send out a distress signal.

Their hands were tied behind their backs, their mouths were stuffed with cloth, and they were hidden in the bushes, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Because they were dealt with so quickly, the whole process was almost silent, as if nothing had happened.

Kang Liang respectfully opened the back door of the Cullinan, the metal hinges turning with a very soft "click" that broke the evening's tranquility.

Yan Qi slowly leaned out of the car. His black leather shoes landed steadily on the brick road with a soft "thud," crisp yet understated, but exuding a chill.

He straightened up, his narrow eyes revealing a damp, sinister look, and his gaze swept across the room with an icy chill.

Yan Qi exuded a chilling, oppressive aura, and his steps toward the villa gate were steady and powerful.

The last rays of the setting sun had not yet completely faded, elongating his tall figure and casting it into the roadside bushes, where it undulated like a venomous snake coiled in the darkness, ready to leap up and deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

Yan Qi walked to the front of the villa, extended his well-defined knuckles, and gently pressed the doorbell.

A few minutes later, the carved door was opened a crack from the inside.

As soon as Aunt Mei peeked out, she was met with a cold gaze from above. Her whole body stiffened instantly, and she even subconsciously slowed her breathing.

Aunt Mei composed herself and cautiously observed the tall, imposing man outside the door.

The man in front of me exuded a melancholy aura that kept strangers at bay.

When their gaze swept over her, a sinister and oppressive feeling surged like a tide, making Aunt Mei instinctively want to back away.

Just as Aunt Mei was about to ask in a low voice, "Who are you?", Yan Qi spoke first:

"I'm here to see Miss Liang. Could you please go in and tell her?"

Aunt May instinctively refused:

"I'm sorry, my wife doesn't see strangers."

Just as she was about to close the door, the bodyguard, who was out of Aunt Mei's sight, leaped forward and scooped Aunt Mei out of the door with a quick and light movement.

The bodyguard covered Aunt Mei's mouth with one hand and grabbed her wrist with the other, twisting it gently to subdue her against the wall.

No extra sound was made throughout the entire process.

Aunt Mei was so frightened that she trembled all over and made two muffled noises, unable to utter a single word.

Yan Qi didn't look to the side and strode straight into the gate.

The living room was dimly lit, with only a few wall lamps on. The warm yellow light fell on the cool-toned marble floor, making the space feel even more spacious.

Yan Qi's gaze swept quickly across every corner of the living room, and he walked slowly, not daring to disturb the silence of the room.

As soon as he walked to the center of the living room, his gaze settled on the leather sofa by the window.

Liang Yu was wearing a beige knitted dress and was curled up on the sofa, resting with her eyes closed.

The off-white knitted dress was pressed into faint wrinkles, clinging to her slender figure, making her look like a slightly wilted white rose after a broken branch.

The rosy light streamed through the French windows and fell on her face, making her skin appear translucent and porcelain white. Her brows were slightly furrowed, adding to her pitiful and endearing charm.

Liang Yu heard light footsteps coming from not far away and thought it was Fang Ze returning.

She immediately opened her eyes, slowly propped herself up, and looked in the direction of the sound.

As her long eyelashes trembled slightly, she froze instantly when she saw the man standing in the living room.

Liang Yu's fingertips unconsciously curled slightly, and his hands began to tremble slightly.

Her sleepy eyes immediately opened wide, her lips parted slightly, and she asked incredulously:

"Yan Qi, what brings you here?"

Yan Qi stood in the center of the living room, his pale face drained of color under the warm yellow wall lamp, making him appear even more handsome and melancholic.

His gaze was fixed on Liang Yu, his eyes as dark as a deep pool, revealing no emotion. He parted his thin lips slightly and said in a hoarse voice:

"Zhao Wen said your grandmother went to the hospital. Would you like to visit her?"

Liang Yu never expected Yan Qi to appear in front of her.

A mixture of shock and joy welled up from the bottom of her heart, and she couldn't help but tear up.

Liang Yu lowered his eyelashes to calm himself, and after a moment of silence, explained in a low voice:

"The bodyguards outside probably won't let me leave here."

Yan Qi frowned slightly and said in a calm voice:

There were no bodyguards outside when I came in.

"If you want to go to the hospital, I can take you there right now."

The surprise came unexpectedly; everything happened so suddenly.

Liang Yu's eyes instantly filled with tears, but he stubbornly held them back.

She didn't speak, but nodded heavily to Yan Qi.

A tear uncontrollably welled up in her eye, sliding down her fair cheek and dripping onto her off-white knitted dress, spreading into a tiny teardrop.

A surge of intense, passionate desire instantly welled up in Yan Qi's eyes, but he forcefully suppressed it. He parted his thin lips slightly and said softly:

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go."

Liang Yu reached for his phone, stood up, and ran towards Yan Qi.

The Cullinan drove smoothly through the night, the windows blocking out the noise of the outside world, with only a faint airflow leaking from the air conditioning vents, silently swirling in the enclosed space.

Yan Qiping dismissed everyone else and continued to patiently play the role of Liang Yu's driver.

The distance between the driver's seat and the passenger seat wasn't far. The cold light from the instrument panel spilled over the leather seats and landed on Liang Yu's slightly trembling fingertips.

Liang Yu's gaze passed over the center console and cautiously landed on Yan Qi.

Yan Qi was still dressed in a somber black outfit.

The well-tailored shirt collar was unbuttoned at the top, revealing half of his clearly defined collarbone. The fabric clung to his shoulders and back, making his tall and upright figure appear even more composed.

He stared straight ahead, his jawline taut, his profile appearing even more refined and aloof in the interplay of the watch face's dim light and the outside lamplight.

Yan Qi's eyes were dark and deep, making it impossible to discern the emotions hidden within.

Liang Yu dared not linger her gaze, hastily averting it. Her lowered eyelashes trembled rapidly, and a blush crept onto the tips of her ears.

Liang Yu was very surprised. Why would Yan Qi suddenly appear at the villa in Redwood Forest Bay?

There were clearly many bodyguards outside the villa, so why did they suddenly disappear?

How did Yan Qi know that she wanted to go to the hospital to accompany her grandmother?

Oh, right, Yan Qi said that Zhao Wen told him.

So it was Zhao Wen who sent Yan Qi to Sequoia Bay?

Liang Yu suddenly remembered that after Yan Qi saved her in Jiangcheng, he also contacted Zhao Wen directly and asked Zhao Wen to pass on a message to her.

Yan Qi seems to be quite familiar with Zhao Wen.

Do they know each other?

If they knew each other, why didn't Zhao Wen tell her?

Liang Yu suddenly recalled what Yan Qi had told her: that he had a girl he had liked for ten years.

That girl, could she be Zhao Wen?

Liang Yu's heart suddenly pounded, and an inexplicable, strange emotion welled up from the bottom of his heart.

On the one hand, she immediately nipped this conjecture in the bud; on the other hand, she seemed to feel that there was some basis to it.

After she became acquainted with Zhao Wen, Yan Qi began to distance himself from her.

He proactively told her he didn't want to be her driver anymore, told her not to message him unnecessarily, and even blocked her phone number to prevent her from calling him.

But every time she was in danger, Yan Qi would appear and save her.

Why is that?

She suddenly remembered that Zhao Wen was also on the yacht the day she fell into the sea.

Later, Zhao Wen became the person sent by Haicheng private equity firm to visit her while she was sick, and kept a close eye on her health at all times.

That's why Zhao Wen called her before she went to Jiangcheng and learned that she had gone to Jiangcheng that day.

So that day in Jiangcheng, Yan Qi saved her again.

Today, it was because Zhao Wen saw her being stopped by bodyguards and unable to leave that Yan Qi appeared again to save her.

Was everything Yan Qi did really because of Zhao Wen?

In fact, Yan Qi didn't need to block her because of this.

She and Yan Qi were just friends.

She wouldn't bother Yan Qi, much less disturb Yan Qi and Zhao Wen.

Could it be because she misunderstood Yan Qi, who had kindly comforted her in the hallway, causing Yan Qi to harbor resentment?

She needed to explain things clearly to Yan Qi.

She only considered Yan Qi as a friend.

Yan Qi doesn't need to deliberately distance himself from her or keep a certain distance from her.

Liang Yu swallowed hard, and mustered his courage to ask in a soft voice:

"Yan Qi, did you block me?"