“Old Chen, what do we do now?” Wei Lan asked.

Chen Feng pondered for a moment before replying with another question: “Why did we all choose to follow Teacher Yin in the first place?”

Everyone fell silent, complex emotions flickering in their eyes.

Chen Feng continued, “It’s because, in a world where everyone saw us as guilty, he alone saw us as innocent. In all these years I’ve been with him, this is the first time he’s cared so deeply about someone. As Lao Jiu said, if this is what he wants, why shouldn’t we help him get it? Laws, morality—when have we truly cared about those? We’ve only followed them all these years because of his constraints.”

“Now do you understand what we need to do? If he does something to You Mingxu, it won’t be good. She’s a police officer and a troublesome one at that. We need to be prepared to eliminate any relevant evidence—that’s not difficult for us. Whatever happens between them tonight, we’ll handle the aftermath.”

Everyone remained silent.

Lao Jiu spoke first: “Alright.” He rubbed his hands together, smiling. “It’s been a while since Lao Jiu did anything bad. This is nothing.”

Tu Ya and Xiao Yan remained quiet.

“Did you hear what I said?” Chen Feng asked coldly.

Tu Ya’s face was tense, but he finally nodded once. Xiao Yan softly answered, “Yes.”

Chen Feng looked at Wei Lan, who nodded.

Just then, Guan Jun emerged from the kitchen carrying a tea tray, smiling at them.

“What did you put in it?” Chen Feng asked.

Guan Jun replied, “That woman’s too skilled in martial arts, so I added something to make her feel euphoric. Tu Ya, why are you glaring at me?”

Tu Ya might fear Chen Feng and Lao Jiu, but not him, and continued his cold stare. Guan Jun sneered, “Isn’t it good if Teacher Yin enjoys himself?” He had reached the study door, knocked twice, and went in.

Soon after, Guan Jun came out and sat down on the first-floor sofa.

Chen Feng asked, “What’s the situation inside?”

Guan Jun recalled the scene he’d just witnessed—

You Mingxu sat on the sofa, her face extremely cold, not even glancing at him. And Teacher Yin…

He sat on another sofa nearby. Guan Jun had never seen him like that—eyes bloodshot, face tense, tears seemingly threatening to fall, as if he’d suffered extreme humiliation. His emotions were extremely agitated, barely contained.

The atmosphere was explosive, ready to ignite at any moment.

Guan Jun also remembered the look Yin Feng gave him when he brought in the tea, his eyes full of dark clouds. That gaze burning with intense desire was familiar to Guan Jun.

Guan Jun answered, “I’ve never seen him like that. He’s going to make his move.”

Everyone fell silent.

No one knew exactly what Yin Feng planned to do.

Suddenly, sounds of things being thrown came from the study, along with muffled arguments. Lao Jiu gave a cold laugh.

Soon after, there were sounds of heavy objects falling, several times in succession.

Chen Feng looked up: “Xiao Yan, go check.”

Xiao Yan was already restless and about to get up when the study door opened.

Yin Feng carried You Mingxu out in his arms. He had a fresh wound on his forehead and an ice-cold expression. You Mingxu’s arms were around his neck, lying in his embrace, her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed unnaturally.

Yin Feng glanced at everyone downstairs: “What are you all doing here? Get out.” He strode toward the master bedroom.

Chen Feng immediately ran up, following him, saying: “Teacher Yin, when she wakes up…” Before he could finish, Yin Feng kicked the door shut behind him with a loud bang.

Chen Feng looked at the others downstairs and said: “We’ll take shifts watching in two groups, in case something happens.”

Everyone knew Chen Feng was right. If Yin Feng had drugged any other woman and locked her in his room to have his way with her, it wouldn’t be this complicated. But You Mingxu was a police officer. Now Yin Feng wouldn’t listen to any advice, clearly having lost his rationality over this woman. His actions were already criminal. As Chen Feng said, perhaps it was time for them to repay their debt to him.

Under Chen Feng’s arrangements, the guests quickly dispersed, witnessing from afar as “You Mingxu” left alone in Tu Ya’s car. Yin Feng, having lost face over this girlfriend incident, didn’t come out to see the guests off. The guests all understood—after all, Teacher Yin was known for his eccentric temperament. Besides, who would want to show their face after being handled like that by a woman?

Guan Jun, an IT expert, quickly arranged for the security cameras in You Mingxu’s residential complex to show her returning as usual. Her home lights came on, and she even sent a work-related message to Xu Mengshan. Everything appeared normal.

From Yin Feng’s computer, they retrieved a previously unpublished short story and sent it to the publishing house with a note claiming it was written in a night of inspiration. The computer records showed overnight usage.

Wei Lan asked Chen Feng, “Do we need to go this far?”

Chen Feng looked up at the tightly closed master bedroom door and sighed, “Hopefully we won’t need any of this. But if You Mingxu wakes up tomorrow and won’t let this go, I won’t let any evidence of assault remain.”

You Mingxu had never felt like this before.

She couldn’t pinpoint when her consciousness began to blur, everything around her becoming waves of light and shadow. She could barely make out the outlines of the room, windows, furniture, and people.

Her body held an uncontrollable heat, along with an inexplicable excitement. She felt euphoric, wanting to do something.

“Ah Xu.” A voice called out.

A familiar figure, his blurred outline, broad shoulders. You Mingxu suddenly smiled, reaching out to him: “Yin Feng…”

He embraced her, seemingly murmuring with a smile: “Just a little drink, and you’re already like this?”

You Mingxu vaguely felt something was wrong, but couldn’t resist the warmth of his embrace. She rested her head against him, saying: “Yingjun, I miss you so much. I miss you. When are you coming back?”

The man fell silent for a moment, then coaxed softly: “I’m right here.”

He lifted her, and You Mingxu, feeling herself airborne, quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt her body growing hotter, more euphoric, her consciousness becoming hazier. He carried her for a while, to another place.

When he laid her on the bed, You Mingxu felt the softness beneath her. She squinted, smiling, burying her face in the soft sheets, nuzzling them gently.

Then she felt a shadow fall over her—he was close. Her hands were weak as she reached out, feeling she’d grabbed his shirt. She lifted her head to kiss him.

The man was silent for only a few seconds before embracing her waist, pressing her down onto the bed, and kissing her frantically. You Mingxu felt her entire body was about to ignite, unable to suppress her moans. The man sealed her mouth with his kiss: “Don’t cry out… when you make those sounds… I can’t take it.”

“Then don’t hold back,” she said somewhat irritably, “You’re mine, I’ll do what I want when I want. You… lie down, I want to be on top.”

The man gave a low laugh but didn’t move, instead starting to bite along her neck. You Mingxu’s body writhed gently at his touch, listening to his increasingly rapid breathing.

“This will be the death of me,” he said softly.

“That’s exactly what I want,” she mumbled.

But he stopped moving, burying his head in the blanket, breathing heavily for a long time, until she grew impatient, hazily moving to kiss him again. Only then did he suddenly lift her up, coaxing softly: “Let’s go to the bathroom, it’ll feel better there.”