Third Master, please restrain yourself. Our marriage is a marriage of convenience.

The leader, a man with a buzz cut, grinned menacingly and said, "I advise you to come with us obediently, or you'll suffer."

Pei Jinhe warily surveyed her surroundings, searching for a way to escape: "Who sent you?"

"You'll find out when you come with us."

Pei Jinhe's face drained of color: "Don't come any closer! Or I'll call for help!"

Has she been having an exceptionally bad run of luck lately?

The man with the buzz cut laughed dismissively: "Even if you shout until you're hoarse, no one will come!"

At this hour, and given that it's winter, there's practically no one around here.

The person closest to Pei Jinhe reached out to grab her.

Pei Jinhe quickly pulled out a small stun gun hidden in her pocket and shocked the man directly.

"Aaaaaah!"

The man let out a scream and collapsed to the ground unconscious.

This terrified the others. Pei Jinhe gripped the stun gun tightly in her hand, her breathing rapid and her legs trembling with fear.

The others rushed forward, and Pei Jinhe gripped the stun gun tightly, her heart pounding in her throat.

At the critical moment, a blinding light shone down, and a black Bentley sped towards them.

Pei Jinhe squinted under the glaring light. Before the car had even come to a complete stop, the door was suddenly flung open from the inside.

The man who emerged was dressed in a black overcoat. He was tall and elegant, with narrow, cold, dark phoenix eyes and an aura of icy coldness surrounding him, like a grim reaper from hell.

Looking at the man's tall back, Pei Jinhe's previously anxious heart instantly calmed down.

It seemed that as long as he was there, she would not be harmed.

Shen Huaiyu approached Pei Jinhe, his eyes slowly scrutinizing him. When he spoke, his voice betrayed a nervousness he himself hadn't realized: "Are you injured?"

Pei Jinhe's previously empty heart was now filled, and she shook her head: "No."

Seeing that Shen Huaiyu was just a pampered young master, the man with the buzz cut became arrogant again: "Don't be afraid, he's just one person, let's attack together."

Shen Huaiyu shielded Pei Jinhe behind him, his deep black eyes flashing with a cold light, and faintly carrying a hint of bloodthirsty ruthlessness.

He parted his thin lips slightly and uttered two cold words: "You're courting death."

The crew-cut men were terrified by Shen Huaiyu's powerful aura, but thinking of the high reward, they took out baseball bats and steel pipes from the car and started hitting Shen Huaiyu.

Pei Jinhe's face turned pale, and she exclaimed, "Shen Huaiyu, watch out!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Huaiyu slightly curled his lips, raised his hand to catch the baseball bat coming towards him, and kicked the man to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head to avoid the man's fist, and then punched him back. The man was hit so hard that he saw stars, his nose bled profusely, and he stumbled to the ground.

These strong and healthy men were powerless against Shen Huaiyu.

One piercing scream after another.

Taking advantage of Shen Huaiyu's inattention, the man with the buzz cut charged at Pei Jinhe with the baseball bat in his hand.

Before Pei Jinhe could react, the baseball bat was already inches away. Her mind went blank, and her legs felt like they were made of lead, making it impossible for her to take a single step.

"Ah!" she exclaimed, instinctively closing her eyes.

However, the pain she had imagined did not come. She opened her panicked and helpless peach blossom eyes and saw Shen Huaiyu's tall figure blocking her way, while the baseball bat landed on his back.

Pei Jinhe's pupils suddenly dilated, her red lips trembled slightly, and her heart ached in waves.

Shen Huaiyu turned around, raised his leg and kicked the crew-cut man several meters away. The crew-cut man's body crashed heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Pei Jinhe was terrified and grabbed Shen Huaiyu's arm, tears welling up in her eyes: "Shen Huaiyu, are you alright?"

Shen Huaiyu's back was slightly hunched, and his expression showed a hint of pain: "It's nothing."

Pei Jinhe was extremely flustered: "Let's go to the hospital first."

Shen Huaiyu called Shen Yan and asked him to bring people to clean up the place.

At Pei Jinhe's insistence, Shen Huaiyu went to the hospital to have his injuries checked.

hospital.

Seeing the doctor and Shen Huaiyu come out, Pei Jinhe rushed forward and asked anxiously, "How is it?"

The doctor glanced at Shen Huaiyu and said, "No bones are broken. He just needs to rest at home for a couple of days."

Pei Jinhe breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that nothing had happened.

Shen Huaiyu raised his hand and ruffled Pei Jinhe's hair, chuckling softly, "Now you can rest assured, right?"

Actually, this minor injury was nothing to him. If Pei Jinhe hadn't insisted that he come to the hospital, he would have just applied some ointment at home and let it go.

Of course, it's also possible that they're too lazy to even apply the medicine.

.....

Lanyuan.

Pei Jinhe looked at Shen Huaiyu, her feelings a mix of emotions, and asked, "Why did you rush up to shield me from that attack?"

Shen Huaiyu leaned lazily against the headboard, his voice nonchalant: "You're my wife, isn't it my duty to protect you?"

Pei Jinhe blinked lightly, a warm feeling welling up in her heart, making her heart beat faster.

She lowered her eyes to avoid Shen Huaiyu's burning gaze and changed the subject: "Take off your shirt, I'll apply the medicine for you."

Shen Huaiyu sat up straight, his slender fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

Pei Jinhe's gaze involuntarily followed his movements downwards; the man had a great physique.

His well-defined abdominal muscles, with their clear and firm texture, exude a wild beauty.

He's the type who looks slim in clothes but has a muscular physique when undressed.

A soft chuckle escaped Shen Huaiyu's throat, his chest vibrating as he asked, "Are you satisfied with your husband's physique?"

Pei Jinhe's face flushed slightly, and she deliberately said, "Third Master Shen is truly muscular when he's naked, but looks slim when he's dressed. You can tell at a glance that he's worked out."

Are you satisfied?

Shen Huaiyu suddenly leaned closer to her, and the cool sandalwood scent emanating from him, along with the aroma of male hormones, was captivating.

Pei Jinhe's heart was pounding in her chest; her long eyelashes trembled nervously, like the fluttering wings of a butterfly.

Shen Huaiyu's smile widened, and he chuckled softly, "Why aren't you saying anything? Are you shy?"

The man's deep voice whispered in her ear, like an electric current running through Pei Jinhe's body, making her tremble.

"Shen Huaiyu".

Pei Jinhe was so shy that she pushed him away.

Shen Huaiyu's back slammed directly against the headboard behind him, causing his original injury to sting painfully. He let out a muffled groan of pain.

Pei Jinhe was shocked: "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. Did you bump your wound? Let me see."

As she spoke, she reached out and pulled open Shen Huaiyu's clothes.