TLCBITAR Chapter 120
by Volare“Ugh…”
The bald man’s face gradually turned black, with vague signs of ascending to heaven.
Zhou Zhou quickly reached out and grasped Pei Yanlie’s hand, his voice unusually hoarse, “He’s almost out of breath.”
Pei Yanlie’s face was gloomy, his eyes filled with bone-chilling coldness. His gaze fell on Zhou Zhou’s neck, the reddish-purple strangulation marks causing the Resistqì (fierceness) around him to surge. He violently slammed the bald man into the steering wheel.
“Agh!”
The bald man wailed in pain, clutching his neck and rolling his eyes back.
Pei Yanlie finally released his hand and took a few steps back. A’Hu, along with several bodyguards, smashed open the door, forcefully dragging the bald man onto the shoulder of the road, pinning him down so he couldn’t move.
The back door was opened, and Zhou Zhou stared straight at Pei Yanlie, whose face was still dark, with a pair of red eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but didn’t know what to say.
[Escaping is one thing, but to be kidnapped and almost strangled to death, Pei Yanlie must be furious.]
He shifted his gaze, lowering his head in silence.
Pei Yanlie leaned down, hooked his hands under Zhou Zhou’s armpits, and lifted him out of the back seat. He then scooped him up in his arms and walked towards the Maybach parked by the roadside.
Zhou Zhou rarely resisted, his lips tightly pursed, his face pale.
[I’m done for, Pei Yanlie’s murderous aura is about to tear me apart a hundred times over.]
He quietly swallowed, a strong dry pain sensation coming from his throat. He frowned and couldn’t help but cough lightly.
[Crap, my throat hurts so much. Did that bald guy really want to kill me!]
A strong murderous intent flashed in Pei Yanlie’s eyes. He didn’t consider himself a good person. Anyone who dared to hurt his person should be prepared to face his revenge.
He carried Zhou Zhou into the back seat of the car and said in a cold voice, “To the hospital.”
The icy voice was filled with an impending storm.
The driver shuddered and respectfully replied, “Yes, President Pei.”
Zhou Zhou raised his head from his arms and shook his head vaguely, “No… need.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he shut his mouth.
[Damn it, is my vocal cord damaged? Why is my voice so awful!]
Pei Yanlie took out a bottle of mineral water from the storage compartment, opened the cap, and brought it to Zhou Zhou’s lips, his voice low and gentle, “Drink some water to moisten your throat. Don’t talk if you’re uncomfortable.”
Zhou Zhou tensed his face, nodded slightly, opened his mouth and took a sip of water. The dryness in his throat dissipated somewhat, leaving only a dull pain.
Pei Yanlie asked softly, “More?”
Zhou Zhou shook his head, struggling to get out of his arms.
“Zhou Zhou, don’t move, lie down obediently.” Pei Yanlie put the mineral water back in place, tightened his arms, and said in a hoarse voice, “I’m sorry, I didn’t protect you well.”
Zhou Zhou: …
He stopped struggling and looked at Pei Yanlie with an expression of disbelief.
[Did Pei Yanlie take the wrong medicine? What’s with this gentle tone?]
[Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault!]
Pei Yanlie reached out and gently stroked Zhou Zhou’s neck, feeling as if his heart was being tightly clenched, the pain making it difficult for him to breathe.
“My fault, I’ll have bodyguards stay by your side every step of the way from now on.” The hoarse, suppressed voice made Zhou Zhou shrink his neck.
Zhou Zhou wanted to cry but had no tears, “No…”
[I tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice, and now I’ve lost my freedom!]
Pei Yanlie whispered in his ear, “Zhou Zhou, don’t reject my good intentions. I can’t bear to watch you put yourself in danger.”
When he saw that Zhou Zhou’s phone signal had disappeared, he almost lost his mind and immediately mobilized his forces to find him.
In just two minutes, the evidence of Fu Jingxuan hiring someone to kidnap him was sent to his phone.
It seemed that the Fu family was really tired of living.
Both Fu Chenye and Fu Jingxuan had set their sights on Zhou Zhou. If he, Pei Yanlie, continued to endure, he wouldn’t be a man!
Zhou Zhou felt a stream of cold air constantly emanating from Pei Yanlie’s body, and he shivered and sneezed.
Pei Yanlie held him even tighter, “Cold?”
Zhou Zhou shook his head and buried his face in his chest, not saying a word.
[Cold, are you a mobile air conditioner? Can you restrain yourself a little and stop releasing cold air.]
Pei Yanlie held his hand, gently kneading and rubbing it until his palm was warm before switching to the other hand.
[Pei Yanlie is, after all, my savior. Let him touch me, it won’t cost me anything. I won’t have this benefit in the future.]
He was happily thinking in his mind, completely unaware that Pei Yanlie was hearing every word of his thoughts.
Since Zhou Zhou was so generous and cooperative, how could he give up such a good opportunity?
Zhou Zhou squeezed out a difficult sentence, “By the way, that man, what are you planning to do with him?”
Pei Yanlie’s face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, “Some things are better left unknown to you, you’ll have nightmares.”
Zhou Zhou: …
[Damn it, is it that bloody?]
He looked troubled and said hesitantly, “Pei Yanlie, you… you wouldn’t kill someone, would you?”
Pei Yanlie kissed his cheek and said softly, “Silly, are you afraid I’ll kill him?”
Zhou Zhou raised his hand and touched his cheek, not saying anything, tacitly agreeing.
“Just giving him a little lesson.” Pei Yanlie held him on his lap, gazing at him with deep eyes, and continued, “In the future, I won’t let you get hurt.”
He leaned in and gently kissed the tip of Zhou Zhou’s nose, the deep affection in his eyes seeming to solidify.
Before long, the car stopped in front of a large private hospital.
Pei Yanlie took his hand and got out of the car, walking towards the outpatient department.
Having been notified in advance, the old professor was already waiting in the consultation room. Seeing the two men walking in hand in hand, he was stunned for two seconds, then quickly came back to his senses.
“I’ve already learned about your situation on the way here. Come, open your mouth and let me take a look.”
Zhou Zhou sat down on the stool next to the doctor and obediently opened his mouth.
The old professor shone a flashlight on his throat, “Congested, say a sentence and let me hear it.”
Zhou Zhou stared at the old professor’s wrinkled face, “Um… were you quite handsome when you were young?”
The old professor cleared his throat and did not answer his question, “Slight damage to the vocal cords. I’ll prescribe some medicine to repair your throat. Try not to talk loudly these few days, and eat soft, easily digestible foods…”
It was almost noon when they came out of the hospital.
Pei Yanlie took him to a luxurious restaurant.
The waiter was waiting nearby to take their order.
“Bring some soft, easily digestible dishes.” Pei Yanlie glanced at the waiter indifferently, his voice extremely cold.
The waiter nodded in response and turned to leave.
Zhou Zhou looked around, besides the waiter, there was no one else. It seemed that the wealthy President Pei had rented out the entire place again.
The gaze beside him was too fiery. Zhou Zhou glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and muttered softly, “My neck is about to catch fire from your staring.”
“Tilt your head back, I’ll apply the ointment for you.” Pei Yanlie took out the topical medicine prescribed by the old professor from his pocket, twisted open the lid, and squeezed out some cool, green ointment, applying it to Zhou Zhou’s neck.
“Does it still hurt?” Pei Yanlie’s movements were very gentle, his fingertips caressing the red marks on his neck, his soft voice filled with deep affection, making Zhou Zhou feel a little uncomfortable.
[Pei Yanlie has suddenly transformed into a gentle monster. It’s so awkward no matter how you look at it.]
He pursed his lips slightly, not daring to meet Pei Yanlie’s gentle eyes.
Pei Yanlie looked at the boy whose face was gradually turning red, his eyes filled with doting, and teased softly, “Are you shy?”
[Don’t say such corny things. Am I, Zhou Zhou, the kind of person who gets shy?]
“Your face, your ears, are adorably red.” Pei Yanlie stated truthfully, his slender fingers gently touching his cheek, then moving to his ear and pinching it.
Zhou Zhou remained silent, picked up the lemonade on the table and took a sip, glanced at the man beside him, and muttered, “Say less mushy things, I’ll get indigestion.”