My Wild Wife in Shanghai

An Nan felt a soft touch on her face, and she could even clearly feel the contours of her skin.

How magnificent!

But this is not the time for her to let her mind wander.

The assassin's knife was about to pierce through the car window.

At the critical moment, Chen Ye suddenly kicked open the car door.

Bang!

The hard car door slammed into the assassin's chest, sending him staggering back several steps before he fell to the side of the road.

Chen Ye rolled out of the car, ready to deal with the assassin.

However, another assassin had already circled around to the back of the car and slashed at the rear window with a knife.

The car window shattered instantly.

"what!"

An Nan let out a terrified scream.

The assassin's blade, carrying a chilling wind, hurtled straight for her neck.

Chen Ye exerted force with both legs and pounced back like an enraged cheetah.

At the critical moment, he reached through the broken car window, grabbed An Nan's slender waist, and forcefully pulled her out of the car.

Because they moved too quickly, the two rolled several times on the rough ground and landed in the roadside bushes.

"what!"

During this process, An Nan's silk cheongsam was torn by branches and pebbles on the ground. With a sharp tearing sound, a large section of her cheongsam was completely ripped open, revealing her black lace underwear and full, snow-white skin.

Still shaken, she clung tightly to Chen Ye's chest, her voluptuous body rising and falling with her rapid breathing, rubbing against Chen Ye's firm chest.

"That's terrifying!"

An Nan's voice trembled, all traces of her previous arrogance and coldness gone.

Even though she's a boss worth hundreds of millions, she's never encountered this situation before.

She was terrified. Her lips trembled and her face turned pale. Instinctively, she wanted to seek the protection of a strong man and clung tightly to Chen Ye's chest.

"Don't be afraid, Mr. An, everything will be alright with me here!"

Chen Ye's deep voice rang in her ear, carrying a reassuring magnetism and strength.

"Die!"

At that moment, another assassin swung his knife at him.

Chen Ye rolled to the side with An Nan in his arms, then kicked her, sending her staggering back several steps.

At the same time, Song Yao got out of the car and ran towards him, her face filled with panic and fear.

She stepped across the grass and branches to reach Chen Ye's side.

Hiss!

As she ran, her business skirt was accidentally caught on a tree branch, tearing a long gash that stretched all the way to her upper thigh, revealing a pair of slender, fair legs that stood out conspicuously in the messy grass.

At this moment, the two women were pressed tightly against Chen Ye, one on each side. Their warm body heat and frantic breathing intertwined, and the air was filled with a strange atmosphere that mixed the scents of perfume, sweat, and earth.

"You're incredibly lucky with women!" one of the assassins gritted his teeth and said, "You even have two beauties accompanying you on your way to the underworld, you've really gotten your money's worth."

"Who sent you?" Chen Ye asked.

"Go ask the King of Hell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two assassins closed in again, their blades flashing coldly.

"Don't be afraid, stand at the back!"

Chen Ye shielded the two women behind him and charged towards the blade.

After six years of hardship in prison, this is nothing compared to what I've experienced.

The next second, Chen Ye's movements became wild and unrestrained, completely abandoning his usual gentleness.

However, the opponent was no ordinary person either; his swordsmanship was skillful and his movements were swift.

Stab it!

An assassin's long knife grazed past Chen Ye's chest.

Chen Ye avoided a fatal blow, but his shirt was ripped open with a huge tear.

Ragged clothes hung on his body, revealing the outline of his chest muscles and his neatly arranged abdominal muscles.

Several old scars on his chest, soaked with sweat and combined with his wheat-colored skin, exuded a breathtaking aura of masculine hormones.

For a moment, Song Yao and An Nan were both stunned.

They were completely captivated by the wildness and sexiness that Chen Ye exuded.

It's a primal, powerful masculine beauty.

Although An Nan held a high position, he usually saw young men with delicate skin and tender flesh, as well as those refined old men.

She rarely saw a man like Chen Ye, who was full of primal, wild energy.

If she weren't in such a dangerous situation, she would definitely be drooling right now.

"Quickly, finish this quickly!"

One of the assassins got impatient and swung his knife at Chen Ye's head.

Chen Ye dodged the knife, then seized the other man's wrist and squeezed it hard.

"what!"

The assassin instantly felt a tingling numbness in his wrist, and lost all feeling in one hand. The knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Chen Ye caught the knife with his other hand, and with a backhand strike, slammed the hilt of the knife into his face.

"what!"

Instantly, the man's face was covered in blood, and he staggered backward.

"elder brother!"

Another assassin stepped forward to help him up.

"He's a master, retreat quickly!" the former hurriedly said.

"good!"

Seeing that Chen Ye was gradually gaining the upper hand, the two dared not linger in the fight. Supporting each other, they hurriedly darted into the dense forest and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Chen Ye dared not rush after them, lest it be a trap.

After watching the two people disappear, Chen Ye turned to look at Song Yao and An Nan.

"Are you two alright?"

Song Yao's hair was messy, her skirt was torn, and her snow-white thighs were exposed all the way to the top, even revealing the edge of her red underwear.

Her big eyes were filled with lingering fear, and tears welled up in them.

An Nan collapsed to the ground, her silk cheongsam barely covering her body, revealing a large expanse of her cleavage.

With a "waaaah," Song Yao burst into tears.

At that moment, she was like a frightened fawn.

"It's alright now!"

Chen Ye stepped forward and gently comforted her.

However, she leaned over and rested her head on Chen Ye's shoulder, crying uncontrollably.

Her soft breasts rubbed against Chen Ye's arm incessantly.

"It's alright, it's alright!"

Chen Ye was at a loss and could only offer words of comfort.

At this moment, An Nan, who was sitting on the ground, was looking up at Chen Ye in a daze.

Under the moonlight, Chen Ye's chest heaved violently, and sweat slowly slid down his perfect abdominal muscles.

The perfect physique revealed beneath his tattered clothes, along with the wild power he had just displayed, struck like a heavy hammer, shattering An Nan's defenses.

Her nominal husband was a coward who only knew how to indulge in pleasure and was always incompetent. He would only back down when faced with problems, and their marriage had long been a sham.

But Chen Ye in front of her was like a wild lone wolf, strong and dangerous, yet able to shelter her from the wind and rain at crucial moments, giving her an extreme sense of security.

An Nan's heart began to pound violently, and a long-lost heat and excitement instantly swept over her entire body.

She looked at Chen Ye, and the arrogance in her eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a deep tenderness.

"Ms. An, you've been frightened!" Chen Ye stepped forward to help An Nan up.

"fine!"

An Nan stretched out her trembling hand and placed it on Chen Ye's warm and broad palm, using it to stand up.

"what!"

Because her legs were weak and she couldn't stand steadily, she leaned forward and accidentally fell into Chen Ye's arms.

Instantly, her full chest pressed tightly against Chen Ye's firm chest.

"Mr. An, what's wrong?" Chen Ye asked.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, my legs are just a little weak!" An Nan's face was flushed as she tucked her loose hair behind her ear and said softly, "Don't call me President An anymore!"

"What should I call you?"

An Nan looked at Chen Ye with deep affection: "Call me Sister Nan!"