CHAPTER 427: CHAPTER 427: WHAT IS THERE TO LIKE ABOUT YOU? (PART 2)

"Whether this is a dream or not, I don’t know. Lian Qingyang, against twenty men...do you think you have any chance of winning?" Meng Yanzhi lightly laughed, his eyes filled with disdain as if mocking Lian Qingyang’s overestimation of his own strength.

These twenty men are all thugs hired by Meng Yanzhi. While not all of them are terrifyingly strong, each one is definitely skilled enough to take on two opponents.

At this moment, Lian Qingyang, battered and bruised all over, let alone the places he was hit, his movements also started slowing down.

Yu Zhaodi was anxious and upset, yet powerless to help in any way.

Tang Yue’s pupils constricted, she said, "Meng Yanzhi, what do you want me to do?"

Tang Yue wondered in her heart about the one in ten thousand chance that Mo Siyu would descend from the sky and appear before her like a guardian deity.

Unfortunately... this was really just a one in ten-thousand possibility.

"Accompany me." A glint appeared in Meng Yanzhi’s eyes. Even though Tang Yue was disheveled from running through the woods, her originally neat ponytail slightly messy, she seemed even more beautiful than usual, especially with her eyes full of anger, terrifyingly bright.

"Heh." Without a second thought, Tang Yue ran towards Lian Qingyang. Since they couldn’t beat their opponents, they had to make them wary.

"Sister Xiao Yue, don’t worry about me." Lian Qingyang felt Tang Yue grasping his arm, cursing his own lack of omnipotent abilities.

"You did very well already." Tang Yue looked at the seven or eight men knocked down; those strong men were skilled enough to take on two opponents each. That Lian Qingyang managed to down seven or eight of them in such a disadvantaged situation was impressive.

Holding Lian Qingyang’s hand, Tang Yue looked at his handsome, now bruised face, especially around his eyes, which were black and blue. His eyes, usually clear and pure, were now swollen and bloodshot.

Tang Yue said with heartache, "Qingyang, you..."

Before Tang Yue could finish, the man who was being cautious not to lay a hand on her suddenly kicked towards Lian Qingyang.

The boss had ordered not to touch Tang Yue, but didn’t say anything about not hitting Lian Qingyang.

The tremendous force of the kick made Lian Qingyang fly backward.

"Be careful." Tang Yue quickly pulled Lian Qingyang back but still got kicked in the leg.

Yu Zhaodi pulled out a dagger from her backpack and fiercely stabbed towards the man who had kicked Lian Qingyang, yet before it could even touch him, she was kicked away.

"Yu Zhaodi, are you stupid?" Lian Qingyang’s eyes lit up seeing the dagger; if he had the dagger earlier, he wouldn’t have been so defensive.

"I..." Yu Zhaodi was taken aback by his scolding. She had been scared out of her wits when she confronted Meng Yanzhi earlier, forgetting about the dagger until she desperately remembered it just moments ago.

"Sister Xiao Yue." The moment Lian Qingyang went to pick up the dagger, Tang Yue seized Meng Yanzhi.

Holding the dagger, veins popping on his forehead, Lian Qingyang gritted his teeth and said, "Meng Yanzhi, oh Young Master Meng, you don’t want to continue, do you? Can you withstand the retaliation from the Lian Family of Sea City?"

"Heh." Meng Yanzhi lightly chuckled, "That depends on whether you can make it back alive, doesn’t it?"

Tang Yue’s heart jumped violently, she looked incredulously at Meng Yanzhi.

Sensing something, he turned his gaze to meet hers, lips curving upwards, "Finally you’re looking me in the eye?"

"Meng Yanzhi, you’re nothing but crazy," Tang Yue struggled.

"Yes, I am crazy, so what?" Meng Yanzhi grabbed Tang Yue and started walking towards the woods ahead.

"Meng, let go of Sister Xiao Yue."

When Lian Qingyang saw Meng Yanzhi taking Tang Yue away, his eyes widened, and his entire being seemed like a lion ready to go mad at any moment.

"Ah..." Lian Qingyang roared as he moved again, using the dagger in his hand as his best weapon.

Yu Zhaodi stood dumbfounded nearby, feeling an urge to cover her eyes. At this moment, Lian Qingyang was like a hero from a TV show, with his straightforward and decisive actions, the anger in his eyes, and his fierce appearance due to worry and anxiety—it was like opening a new world for Yu Zhaodi.

"Be careful!" Yu Zhaodi suddenly yelled. Lian Qingyang was only focused on what was ahead, and without much thought, someone from behind moved towards Lian Qingyang, causing Yu Zhaodi to throw herself towards him.

"You..."

Lian Qingyang was furious. He could have dodged it, but Yu Zhaodi’s act had instead restrained him and he had to worry about her as well.

Lian Qingyang reached out to grab Yu Zhaodi. The man was wounded around the waist, but he didn’t spare Yu Zhaodi, forcefully pushing her, causing her to fall onto Lian Qingyang.

The mountainside was uneven and filled with trees, and right beside them was a small hollow. Lian Qingyang accidentally stepped into it, causing both him and Yu Zhaodi to roll down into the hollow.

"Ah..."

A piercing scream rose, startling countless birds in the forest.

Tang Yue was worried, but unfortunately, she was being dragged away by Meng Yanzhi, completely powerless to resist.

"What happened to Lian Qingyang?"

Could Meng Yanzhi really want Lian Qingyang’s life?

"Meng Yanzhi, for a woman like me, you’d sacrifice your future. Do you think it’s worth it?" Tang Yue could only attack from this angle.

"Absolutely worth it." Meng Yanzhi affirmed with a nod, dragging Tang Yue along as if they were merely taking a stroll. He commented, "See, they always say that I, Young Master Meng, am nothing but an appearance, a frivolous womanizer. It would be such a loss if this accusation didn’t prove true."

"To die beneath the peony flowers, even as a ghost I’d be charming." Meng Yanzhi suddenly leaned in, took a deep breath, and the faint fragrance from Tang Yue was different from the makeup scent of other women which was unpleasant. Her scent was fresh and intoxicating.

Clean and clear.

"Tang Yue." Meng Yanzhi’s gaze suddenly turned serious.

Tang Yue was inwardly on guard but maintained her previously indifferent gaze.

"Why do you dislike me?" Meng Yanzhi asked. Without waiting for her answer, he continued, "When we first met, although I was a bit frivolous, it wasn’t enough to be disliked, right?"

"Why did you dislike me from the first sight? Later on, we couldn’t even be friends?" Meng Yanzhi sounded like a puzzled child.

Tang Yue took a deep look at him and said, "What is there to like about you?"

Meng Yanzhi’s pupils shrank.

Tang Yue continued, "The first time we met, your words were frivolous. The second time we met, you made a grand confession, and after that, you behaved like a profligate. Tell me, other than the identity of Young Master Meng, what else is there to like about you?"