My online dating circle has millions of followers, why would she put a collar on me?

Zhao Ran glanced at Jiang Yi, then said meaningfully:

"Yesterday morning I left my seaside villa, and about twenty minutes later, the green light suddenly turned red, and a car reflexively crashed into me. I was unharmed, but I broke a small bone."

She looked up. "Do you think that's a coincidence?"

Jiang Yi's heart skipped a beat: "What do you mean?"

Zhao Ran continued, "Severing only my small bones was clearly a warning. When I went home and consulted my second master, it turned out to be because of you."

"Wait, wait, wait!"

Jiang Yi quickly interrupted Zhao Ran.

"Miss Zhao, this is the 21st century, do you still believe in feudalistic ideas?"

Zhao Ran ignored Jiang Yi and continued coldly:

"Someone wants me to disappear, or more accurately, to disappear from your life. That car accident might just be the beginning, or perhaps a warning. If I don't listen, then next time it might be me who disappears."

Jiang Yi was shocked by her words and felt a sense of dread.

He himself did not believe in feudalism, but Zhao Ran's words sounded so superstitious, and considering Zhao Ran's status and position...

He felt there was some truth to it.

and many more!

Jiang Yi suddenly realized, "What a load of rubbish!"

If there's real danger, why don't you stay away from me?

Why are you still crowding around me?

Just because you wanted to...that?

Zhao Ran's addiction is really too strong.

Jiang Yi shook his head and decided to directly question Zhao Ran.

"Miss Zhao, even if we assume your second master is right, and he predicted you would disappear from my life, why are you ignoring him and bothering me instead?"

Zhao Ran snorted coldly.

"Shut up, you don't need to know things you're not supposed to know."

Jiang Yi's lips twitched, and he thought to himself: "Crazy."

Seeing his expression, Zhao Ran's lips curled into a slight smile, tinged with self-deprecation: "You think it's ridiculous, right? I think so too."

She leaned forward slightly, her gaze falling on his face, and her voice softened.

"But Second Master didn't say anything wrong, including about your existence."

"I?"

Jiang Yi's eyes widened as he stared at Zhao Ran in disbelief.

Zhao Ran said no more, but moved closer to Jiang Yi, his eyes full of aggression.

Jiang Yi felt a chill run down his back and unconsciously moved back a little.

However, Zhao Ran stood up directly from his wheelchair.

Jiang Yi felt as if he had been hit hard on the head with a hammer.

"You can stand up?!"

He instinctively shrank back, his back hitting the cold wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

Zhao Ran didn't answer, but simply moved her ankle. Her leg, wrapped in snow-white gauze, swayed gently as she moved, appearing completely uninjured.

She smiled and slowly walked towards him, her bare feet barely making a sound as she stepped onto the gray mat.

"You're lying to me?" Jiang Yi's voice was a little tense.

"I never said I couldn't stand up."

Zhao Ran squatted down, looked him in the eye, and his gaze fell on his wrist, which was red from being tied with a cable tie. He reached out and gently touched it.

"I meant 'injured my calf'—it was indeed injured, but not that serious. My second master told me to put it in a bandage to avoid any unnecessary trouble."

Jiang Yi gritted his teeth and raised his knee to strike her chest—this was the only angle he could think of to retaliate.

But Zhao Ran seemed to have anticipated his movements, deftly shifting his body to the side and grabbing his ankle.

"Tsk, still struggling."

Zhao Ran pressed down on his calf with one hand, and with the other hand, she reached behind him, her fingertips touching the knot of the zip tie, and quickly untied it.

The moment she loosened her grip, Jiang Yi suddenly rolled over and scrambled towards the door.

He didn't turn around, but he heard Zhao Ran behind him seem to sigh, but Zhao Ran didn't catch up.

His fingertips had already touched the cold metal surface of the doorknob when he suddenly tripped over the edge of the doormat.

He staggered forward, his phone slipped out of his pocket, and hit the gray-white floor tiles, the screen lighting up.

Jiang Yi hurriedly tried to pick it up, but Zhao Ran was much faster than him.

As she bent down to pick up the light gray metal-cased phone, a note popped up on the screen: "Wife," followed by a pink heart emoji.

Zhao Ran's gaze lingered on the screen for a moment, then she tilted her head, waved her phone at Jiang Yi, and said in a lazy, amused tone, "Oh dear, your wife is calling."

"Give it back to me!" Jiang Yi turned around and took a step toward her.

Zhao took a half step back, hooked her index finger around the side of the phone, and gently flicked the edge of the screen with her fingertip. The moment the hang-up button lit up, her thumb hovered over it.

"No—" Jiang Yi's voice suddenly rose half an octave.

Zhao Ran's thumb stopped.

She looked up at him, her smile deepening. "That's right. Just speak politely, and I won't make things difficult for you."

She took a step closer to him, flipped her phone screen so that the still-vibrating call was facing his face:

"Now, think about what I just said."

Jiang Yi watched as the word "wife" on the screen vibrated and pulsed, his heart tightening with each beat.

He gritted his teeth and forced out the words: "Hang up the phone first."

Zhao Ran shook his head: "You tell me first whether you agree or not."

"Zhao Ran—"

"I'll give you three more seconds." She lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the screen. "Three, two—"

"I agree."

Jiang Yi spoke almost before she could count to one, "Give me your phone."

Zhao Ran glanced at him, making sure he wasn't up to any tricks, before leaning slightly forward and gently tossing the phone back into his hand.

The moment Jiang Yi caught it, he immediately pressed the hang-up button.

When the red "Call Ended" message popped up, he felt like he had been pulled out of the water; his back was completely soaked.

Zhao Ran stood less than a step away from him, hands in the pockets of his athletic shorts, tilting his head to look at him: "Not bad, you know what's good for you."

Jiang Yi gripped his phone tightly, turned to the side, grabbed the doorknob again, and pressed it down hard.

It didn't move.

He tried again, this time with even more force. The metal handle creaked slightly in his palm, but the door remained unmoved.

"Locked?" He turned his head and looked at Zhao Ran.

Zhao Ran shrugged, his tone innocent:

"Yes, it's locked. They locked it when they left from the outside. I can't get out either."

Jiang Yi stared at the closed door, then turned back to look at her.

Her expression was relaxed, but there was a chilling certainty in her eyes that sent a shiver down his spine, as if to say: You can't escape.

Jiang Yi took a deep breath, put his phone back in his pocket, released the handle, and turned to face her: "What exactly do you want?"

Zhao Ran didn't answer immediately, but instead leaned down and licked his scarlet lips:

"Of course..."

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