Chapter 828: The Su Clan Faces Danger!

Lin Yuan's pupils constricted slightly, he instinctively looked away, his breath eased in an instant, and his heart was filled with careful cherishing.

He quickly composed himself, suppressed the fluttering in his heart, leaving only a heart full of pity and caution.

He picked up the disinfectant and gauze prepared nearby, held his breath, and prepared to focus on treating her wound.

Lin Yuan strained to suppress the surging agitation in his chest, even forcing down the dry heat in his nostrils, stubbornly holding back the urge to bleed from the nose.

He dared not lift his head to glance around; his gaze remained fixed solely on that ferocious knife wound, not allowing himself the slightest distraction.

He pinched a cotton swab, dipped it in an appropriate amount of disinfectant, his movements as light as possible, carefully approaching the wound's edge.

The moment the cool liquid touched the torn flesh, Qin Bore's shoulder twitched minutely, yet she clenched her teeth and made no sound.

Lin Yuan sensed her subtle movement, softened his grip again, and meticulously cleared the blood and impurities from the wound bit by bit.

Each wipe precisely avoided the delicate tissue, exercised extreme patience, fearing that even a little force would add to her pain.

After cleaning the wound cleanly, he evenly applied the anti-inflammatory healing ointment, his fingertips gently gliding over the surrounding skin.

Then he took out sterile gauze, gently conformed it along the shoulder line, wrapped it round after round neatly, carefully sealing the wound completely.

The tying motion was light and neat, with just the right tightness—it would neither loosen nor fall off, nor bind her skin too tightly.

Throughout, he observed proper bounds, his heart and mind filled solely with concern for her injury, pure and sincere.

At the moment the wound was treated, Lin Yuan's tense mind finally relaxed a little, and he slowly exhaled a turbid breath.

Qin Bore turned her head to look at his earnest, focused profile, at his slightly reddened ears, and the tenderness in her eyes deepened further.

Her gaze lowered, landing on the knife wound on Lin Yuan's forearm, the gauze soaked through with blood, and a flicker of heartache passed between her brows.

All along the battle, he had always protected her, fighting while wounded, enduring the whole way, yet never uttered a word of pain.

Under the tranquil, gentle light, Qin Bore spoke softly, her voice gentle and mild.

"Stay here tonight."

"You're also covered in wounds; after rushing all the way, you need proper rest—it's inconvenient to keep going back and forth."

Lin Yuan blinked slightly, lifted his eyes to meet her gentle, candid gaze, and a warm feeling instantly spread through his heart.

Without waiting for his reply, Qin Bore rose on her own initiative, fetching fresh medical supplies and clean home clothing.

She showed no hesitation, her tone natural and soft, indicating that Lin Yuan could remove his outer bloodstained garments.

Lin Yuan gave a slight nod, obediently raised his hand, and slowly peeled off the blood‑stained, wrinkled coat.

The uneven knife wound on the outside of his forearm was fully exposed, its edges turned up, still bearing undried bloodstains.

Qin Bore stepped forward gently, stood before him with a tender posture, and raised her hand to take over treating his wound.

Usually decisive and commanding in battle, she now moved with extreme gentleness, shedding all her sharp fierceness.

Her fingertips were slender and slightly cool; she pinched a cotton swab and delicately cleaned the coagulated blood around his wound.

Each movement was extremely careful, fearing that too much force would irritate his torn flesh.

Lin Yuan stood still, feeling the faint coolness from her fingertips, and his whole-body tension completely dissipated.

The close proximity made his heart warm slightly, yet he felt utterly at peace, with no stray thoughts.

The warm yellow light gently enveloped the two, softly overlapping their silhouettes; the atmosphere was tranquil and healing.

Qin Bore meticulously disinfected, applied medicine, and bandaged him; her technique was practiced and steady, each step done with extra care.

One in front, the other behind, they soothed each other's battle‑worn hurts, shaking off the fatigue of combat.

Without clamorous slaughter or sinister scheming, this riverside flat held only the warmth and tranquility belonging solely to the two of them.

A life‑and‑death battle fought side by side, a mutual healing of each other's wounds, made their bond take root deeply and firmly.

All wounds having been properly treated, the bloody smell and pain on their bodies gradually faded, leaving the whole room with only a moist warmth.

Qin Bore tidied the medical supplies, softly reminded Lin Yuan to rest well, and arranged for him the adjacent guest bedroom.

Lin Yuan nodded lightly; his body and mind were overwhelmed by the fatigue of days of fighting, he offered no further protest, and walked slowly into the guest room to rest.

Qin Bore turned back to the spacious, tranquil master bedroom, closed the door, and fully sank into a peaceful rest atmosphere.

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The room's lights were dimmed to a soft, muted setting; outside the window, the city nightscape drifted slowly, silent and still.

The household's Garfield cat, Sweet Cone, stepped with light little pads and slowly swayed to the guest room doorway.

The little fellow's whole body was soft, fluffy fur; its round, plump shape looked lazy yet obedient.

It gently pushed open the ajar door, familiar with the way, leapt onto the soft big bed, and landed beside Lin Yuan.

Perhaps because it was familiar with Lin Yuan's scent, Sweet Cone felt no stranger, curling obediently at his side.

Its round little body pressed tightly against Lin Yuan's arm, its fluffy head rubbing the blanket, settling in a snug embrace.

The deep‑night silence…… enveloped the entire riverside building, everyone and everything slipping into a relaxed slumber.

Lin Yuan, who had endured days of intense combat with nerves constantly taut, fell into a deep sleep as soon as he touched the soft bedding.

As he slept deeply, he gradually entered a dream, and Qin Bore's image involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

In the dream there were no flashing blades, no perilous combat, only a gentle, serene scene of companionship.

In a hazy half‑awake state, Lin Yuan faintly felt…… a soft, warm, round body burrowing into his embrace.

His half‑dreaming, half‑waking consciousness…… muddled and unclear, he had not fully awakened, and instinctively assumed it was Qin Bore beside him.

A faint warmth welled in Lin Yuan's heart; his arms tightened slightly, securely embracing the soft bundle in his arms.

His pressure was gentle yet firm, locking that warm little body firmly in his hold, and he slept even more soundly.

The Sweet Cone in his arms not only did not struggle, but grew ever more content, snugly burying its little head deeper.

All night long, the little creature simply lay peacefully in Lin Yuan's embrace, freely enjoying the warm hug.

……

Daybreak arrived; the gentle morning light poured through the floor‑to‑ceiling window, dispelling the night's gloom.

Lin Yuan slowly opened his eyes, heavy with sleep, his consciousness gradually returning fully from the dream.

He instinctively lowered his head to look at what he was holding in his arms; his pupils twitched slightly, and he instantly became mostly awake.

The gentle figure from his dream had vanished; there was no person in his arms—clearly, it was a plump Garfield cat.

Sweet Cone had been held all night long, showing no sign of waking, still lazily curled up in his arms.

It narrowed its round, big eyes, looking content and satisfied, its little tail lightly sweeping the blanket.

A picture of smug, satisfied cuteness, brimming with slyness—truly wicked through and through.

Lin Yuan looked at the little clingy bundle in his arms, helplessly chuckled, and felt a surge of softness and healing welling up inside.

He carefully loosened his arms, gently stroking Sweet Cone's fluffy, soft fur, his movements extremely tender.

After simply composing himself, Lin Yuan got out of bed, washed up, and tidied his appearance.

Afterwards he went into the kitchen, skillfully prepared the ingredients, and lovingly made a hearty breakfast for Qin Bore.

The porridge was soft, sweet, and fragrant; the side dishes were fresh and tasty—this simple breakfast was full of thoughtful care.

Once everything was tidied, the sky turned fully bright, the city shed its night, and bustling daytime arrived.

Lin Yuan didn't linger, gave a few instructions about the house, then left and drove to Su Group for work.

Inside, the house fell quiet; Qin Bore quickly washed up and changed into a neat, form‑fitting outfit.

She shed last night's gentle laziness, and her brows and eyes regained a steady, icy aura.

After a brief rest, she drove alone to the secluded private secret base in the suburbs.

The car sped all the way, leaving the city's bustle behind, and finally pulled up steadily at the base's gate.

Qin Bore pushed open the door and entered the deep, dark wine cellar; the cold, damp air hit her instantly.

The dim light illuminated the cramped space, and also revealed Le Xiao chen, tightly chained to the wall.

After a whole night without water or food, Le Xiao chen had long lost any trace of his former boss‑like demeanor.

His complexion was sallow and gaunt, his lips cracked and peeling, his eyes bloodshot with exhaustion—he looked utterly wretched.

All his strength seemed drained; he weakly leaned against the stone wall, unable to muster even the strength to lift his hand.

Prolonged hunger and thirst left his consciousness somewhat dazed, his whole body plunged into extreme weakness.

The icy chains still clamped tightly around his limbs, forcing him to endure the endless darkness and torment all night.

In the dead‑silent, dim wine cellar, Le Xiao chen strained to lift his heavy eyelids, struggling to raise his leaden head.

His bloodshot eyes locked onto Qin Bore as she walked in slowly, his depths still holding resentment and vicious malice.

The night's torment had drained all his strength; his neck trembled slightly, and even lifting his head felt extraordinarily difficult.

A dry, hoarse voice squeezed from his cracked, peeling lips, carrying undisguised weakness yet still betraying arrogant bravado.

"Do you think tying me up will do any good?"

Le Xiao chen's chest heaved violently twice as he struggled to breathe, his gaze locked on the upright woman before him.

"My daughter already has full control of Le Tian Financial Group; her foundation is solid, her influence spreads throughout the business world inside and out."

"If you dare to touch me today, my daughter will surely exhaust all her connections and wealth, leaving you nowhere to bury your corpse!"

He gritted his teeth, speaking word by word, his tone laced with a final threat, trying to suppress Qin Bore's aura.

"From the moment you captured me, I activated all my revenge plans."

"If I die here, all of Le Tian Financial will become your sworn enemy forever; you could never bear the cost."

In the cold, damp cellar, his voice came in broken gasps—weak yet laced with the madness of a dying struggle.

Qin Bore stood silently not far away; after hearing his blustering threat, the corner of her mouth twitched into a faint smile.

That smile lingered lightly in her cool eyes, showing no panic—only utter indifference and mockery.

She stepped forward with graceful poise, reached out, and pulled back a black wooden chair beside her.

The chair legs brushed lightly over the cold, rough concrete floor, producing a faint scraping sound that rang especially clear in the silent cellar.

Qin Bore sat down neatly, spine straight, her aura steady and icy, utterly unaffected by the gloomy surroundings.

Her delicate black stilettos hovered slightly, swinging slowly and lazily, exuding a relaxed sense of total control.

The cool, dim light fell on her fair, delicate profile, tracing a sharp, icy jawline.

She simply sat there, gaze deep and unwavering, fixed on the wretched Le Xiao chen.

Those eyes, usually warm, now shed all warmth, leaving only bone‑chilling chill and a composed omniscience.

"You're at death's door, yet still so tough."

Qin Bore's voice was cool and even, without a ripple, yet each word rang clear and struck straight to the heart.

"You really think I wouldn't dare move against you?"

As her words fell, she flicked her fingertip and snapped a crisp finger snap.

With a soft "pop," clean and sharp, it instantly shattered the cellar's oppressive silence.

At the sound, two steady, measured footsteps echoed from the cellar entrance, drawing nearer.

Two black‑clad aides in tight black uniforms, posture straight, entered the cellar expressionlessly.

Both were well‑trained, their aura fierce, their bodies exuding the cold, lethal air of long‑term mission work.

One held a black metal tray lined with smooth black velvet, arrayed with various cold‑glinting interrogation tools.

The small metal implements caught the dim light, flashing icy, piercing glints that conveyed a chilling pressure.

The other held a fold‑out interrogation restraint, moving steadily, standing firm at the side, ready for orders.

Even though Le Xiao chen had been forcing himself to act tough, his gaze inadvertently swept over the tray full of interrogation tools.

His previously pallid, ashen face instantly turned completely bloodless, losing any hint of color.

His pupils contracted sharply; the arrogance and hardness in his eyes shattered instantly, replaced by utter panic and fright.

The moment before, his body had been tensed rigid; now it jerked, his limbs instinctively straining, making the chains clatter.

But he was utterly drained; all his struggles looked feeble and futile, leaving him only to submit to the icy chains holding him fast.

The last line of defense built in his heart was on the verge of total collapse the instant he saw those cold instruments.

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At the same time, inside the towering skyscrapers of the downtown business district……

The Su Group headquarters building remained orderly.

Lin Yuan sat upright in the wide office chair, posture proper, expression focused.

In the top-floor executive office, the bright, transparent floor-to-ceiling glass windows shut out all outside clamor.

Neatly arranged on the desk were the contract documents awaiting approval, all core recent cooperation projects of the group.

He held a black pen between his fingertips, moving deftly across the paper, carefully checking each business datum.

Everything was in a smooth, orderly work rhythm, peaceful without the slightest abnormality.

The office was silent, only the faint rustle of the pen tip gliding over paper.

Just then, the magnificent Su Shi Jituan Dalou suddenly trembled slightly.

The vibration wasn't violent, but clearly perceptible, traveling through the steel-reinforced concrete structure to every office.

The slight anomaly instantly broke the office's tranquil atmosphere.

The pen resting on the desk rolled slightly half a turn, and the clear water in the glass cup rippled with a faint circle.

Lin Yuan keenly sensed the sudden tremor, his brow slightly furrowed, a hint of alertness rising in his heart.

Lin Yuan's fingertip holding the pen abruptly paused, the motion stopping cleanly on the paper.

The surrounding air seemed to suddenly congeal, an inexpressive sense of oppression silently descending.

Having long been in a life-and-death struggle environment, he possessed extreme sensitivity to any abnormal change.

What's happening?

Lin Yuan startled, then lowered the pen in his hand.

Lin Yuan's gaze deepened slightly, a cold glint flashing across his eyes.

He strode forward steadily toward the floor-to-ceiling window spanning the office wall.

Lin Yuan raised his hand and lightly pressed it against the cold glass, leaning forward to look out.

At a glance, his formerly steady and composed expression suddenly shifted, sinking completely.

The composure in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a heavy solemnity and a biting chill.

The entire square below the building and both sides of the main thoroughfare…… were completely packed with densely packed vehicles.

An endless convoy of black vehicles lay like a dark dragon, layered and tightly packed, impervious to wind.

Various business vehicles were neatly arrayed, blocking all entrances and exits of the building, underground garage passages, and surrounding roads.

The cold vehicle bodies emitted a dim luster, countless lights silently lurking, exuding intense pressure.

The dark, surging flow of vehicles resembled a crouching beast, completely encircling the entire Su Shi Jituan Dalou.

No vehicles moved, no pedestrians walked; the whole area fell into a dead silence yet tense atmosphere.

The towering, magnificent Su Group headquarters had already been completely sealed off and surrounded by people.