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Just as the henchmen reached out to grab Lin Wanqing, a soft cough suddenly came from behind them.

One of the henchmen at the back felt a tap on his back. He impatiently shrugged and, without turning around, cursed, "Go away, get in line at the back. Can't you see we're busy...?"

He was halfway through his sentence when he turned his head and saw who had patted him on the shoulder.

The expression on his face changed from arrogance to terror, his pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints, and his mouth opened wide enough to fit a billiard ball.

He yelled and bounced back two steps like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, bumping into another henchman. The two of them almost fell to the ground together.

The scream drew everyone's attention.

Zhang Yifan stood at the top of the stairs, his hands still in his pockets, his expression exactly the same as when he was in the alley last night.

Zong Wen peeked out from behind him, still clutching the chopstick in his hand. A half-eaten hot and sour noodle was still hanging on the chopstick, and soup was dripping down the chopstick onto his shoes, but he didn't notice.

The moment Lin Wanqing saw Zhang Yifan, tears streamed down her face.

She had never felt a person's figure so tall and imposing as she did at that moment.

He came to save her. He still cared about her after all; he still liked her. Otherwise, why would he appear in a place like this? Why would he face so many thugs alone to save her?

In an instant, she went through all the possibilities in her mind. The more she thought about it, the more certain and excited she became. Just as she was about to break free from Tiger's hand and run towards Zhang Yifan, her shoulder was firmly gripped by a thick arm.

Tiger pulled Lin Wanqing back into his arms, his arm tightening around her shoulders like an iron hoop.

His hands were trembling slightly, but he forced a fierce expression on his face.

He's nervous, of course he's nervous!

Yesterday in the alley, more than a dozen people with batons couldn't even scratch this man's head. Now, he only has these few crippled soldiers with missing limbs left. They wouldn't even be enough to fill a tooth gap in a real fight.

He glanced down at the hostage in his arms, and felt a little more confident.

Fortunately, she still had this kid's goddess in her hand.

He lowered his head, brought his nose close to Lin Wanqing's hair, took a deep breath, and then looked up and grinned at Zhang Yifan.

"Don't move, Zhang Yifan, your goddess smells amazing."

Tiger's voice carried a hint of perverse satisfaction as he tightened his grip, causing Lin Wanqing to groan in pain.

"If you dare to make a move, I won't be so polite. You were pretty cocky when you hit me yesterday, weren't you? Now that your goddess is in my hands, try being cocky again!"

Lin Wanqing was held tightly in Tiger's arms. The smell of smoke and sweat made her stomach churn. She could clearly feel Tiger's hot breath on her neck, which sprayed onto her skin in waves, giving her goosebumps.

But she dared not struggle. With tears welling in her eyes, she looked at Zhang Yifan with a pitiful expression, her voice trembling with sobs, as if grasping at the last straw: "Yifan...save me..."

Zhang Yifan looked at her, then sighed.

"Go ahead and mess with her, she has nothing to do with me anyway."

Tiger's lips twitched.

He looked down at Lin Wanqing in his arms, then looked up at Zhang Yifan at the bottom of the stairs, who looked completely indifferent, and felt like his mind was a little foggy.

This doesn't make sense. Didn't Zhao Rong say that this guy had been pursuing Lin Wanqing for over a year and was her number one simp? Didn't she say she treated her like a goddess?

He turned to look at Zhao Rong, his eyes filled with the question, "Are you fucking messing with me?"

Zhao Rong stood next to Tiger Brother, her heart skipped a beat.

Of course she knew that Zhang Yifan no longer liked Lin Wanqing. From the morning before yesterday when he refused to bring Lin Wanqing breakfast, to his public confrontation with her at noon, to his verbal sparring with her that evening, she knew Zhang Yifan's attitude towards Lin Wanqing better than anyone else.

But she couldn't say it.

She hated Tiger more than anyone else.

If it weren't for that time she shielded Lin Wanqing from drinking and got herself completely drunk, and Tiger took the opportunity to pick her up and bring her back to his rented room, she wouldn't have ended up in this situation today.

Those videos were still saved on Tiger's phone, and she dared not disobey him.

But she hated Lin Wanqing even more. That night, she was so drunk that she was unconscious. Lin Wanqing was ashamed of her and left her alone in the restaurant while she took a taxi and left.

If Lin Wanqing hadn't abandoned her, how could she have been targeted by Brother Hu?

She shielded Lin Wanqing from so many suitors and so much trouble, but what did Lin Wanqing ever give her in return?

A perfunctory "Thank you, Rongrong" was all that was left.

She knew she had once been a lowly person, willingly serving as Lin Wanqing's maid, but after that night, that maid died!

So she's standing here today partly because Tiger forced her, and partly because she did it voluntarily.

A fleeting look of panic crossed Zhao Rong's face, quickly replaced by a confident expression. She leaned close to Tiger's ear and whispered:

"Tiger, he's definitely faking it. Everyone in the school knows he cares most about Lin Wanqing. He's been pursuing her for over a year, spending a lot of money and doing so much for her. He's just trying to distract you. Don't fall for it."

Tiger thought it made sense.

He had witnessed Zhang Yifan's abilities firsthand yesterday; he could take on more than a dozen people without even breaking a sweat. It was normal for him to resort to some petty tricks now.

Everything he says sounds so real. If he didn't have some trump card up his sleeve, how could he calmly deny how much he cares about his goddess in front of me?

If he really didn't care, why would he barge in alone?

Thinking of this, he grinned, pulled a folding knife from behind his waist, flicked the blade away, and the cold blade touched Lin Wanqing's cheek.

"Stop pretending, you son of a bitch!"

Tiger shouted at Zhang Yifan, and lightly patted Lin Wanqing's face twice with the blade.

"If you really don't care about her, what are you doing here? Just passing by? Let me tell you, kneel down! Or I'll scratch your goddess's pretty face!"

Lin Wanqing felt the cold metallic touch on her face, and her blood seemed to freeze.

She stared wide-eyed as the knife swayed back and forth across her face, each touch of the blade sending chills down her spine.

She instinctively tried to back away, but Tiger's arm held her tightly, and every movement of the knife pressed further against her face.

She froze, her legs trembling and her teeth chattering. Then she saw that Zhang Yifan didn't react; he didn't kneel down or even take a step forward.

He stood there, his hands still in his pockets, his face barely showing any expression.

Lin Wanqing's psychological defenses completely collapsed at this moment.

She cried out to Zhang Yifan, her face covered in tears and snot: "Zhang Yifan! You kneel down right now and listen to him! Do you hear me?!"

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