Chapter 109: Brother Yu is Here!

Ji Xiang is a girl from the water towns of Jiangnan, only eighteen years old this year; with her thin, petite frame, how could she be a match for the one-meter-seventy-tall Ning Chu?

What's more, Ning Chu brought a Bodyguard whenever she went out.

As soon as Ji Xiang resisted, the Bodyguard kicked her in the abdomen.

The knife-stabbing pain made her vision go black, and she lost the strength to resist.

After being slapped repeatedly by Ning Chu, a wave of warmth surged from her nose; she knew it was a nosebleed, but she couldn't even lift her hands.

Following Ning Chu's order, the Bodyguard dragged her to the backyard, where the icy rain soaked her; the bone-chilling cold and excruciating pain made her think she was about to die.

Zhu Yuan followed the crowd downstairs and ran to the backyard.

She saw Ji Xiang curled up on the ground, trembling all over, without even the strength to crawl up; the blood on her face was washed thin by the rain, and a pool of blood extended across the ground.

Meanwhile, the Bodyguard behind Ning Chu held an umbrella for her, and she looked down at Ji Xiang with a condescending posture, as if looking at a dog.

Blood surged through her entire body, and Zhu Yuan's eyes turned bloodshot in an instant.

"Ji Xiang!" She ran over to help Ji Xiang up.

The winter rain was too cold; Ji Xiang was stiff and trembling all over, like an ice cube stirred by a cold wind.

Upon hearing her voice, Ji Xiang's lips moved a few times, and she said in a weak voice: "It hurts so much..."

"It's okay, Ji Xiang, I'll take you to the hospital right away; it won't hurt soon, just hold on." Zhu Yuan coaxed her with a pained heart, wiping the blood from her face with her bare hands, her red-rimmed eyes brimming with moisture.

People from the theater troupe wanted to come over to help, but were blocked by Ning Chu's Bodyguard.

To complete the task that person had entrusted to her and let as many people as possible see Zhu Yuan have an accident, Ning Chu called her good sisters from the circle, telling them to bring their boyfriends and all the sisters from their respective small groups.

The good show hadn't even started yet, but this dog thing Ji Xiang had gone and bumped into it herself.

In an instant, the twenty or thirty men and women holding umbrellas in the backyard surrounded Zhu Yuan and Ji Xiang tightly.

Someone ran to tip off Troupe Leader Hao, but was taken away by Ning Chu's people halfway there.

And at this moment, Troupe Leader Hao, who was serving in the VIP room, knew nothing about what was happening in the backyard.

Zhu Yuan's body was also soaked by the freezing rain.

The bone-chilling cold made her hold Ji Xiang even tighter; she helped Ji Xiang up to lean against her shoulder, her red eyes staring fiercely at Ning Chu, who was blocking the back door exit.

"Move."

Ning Chu was startled by her gaze, then sneered, crossing her arms over her chest, "I won't move, what can you do? I didn't hit you, nor did I scold you, yet you still insist on coming in front of me to seek attention. What, do you think the theater is run by your family?"

Looking at the person soaked by the freezing rain in front of her, Ning Chu only felt a sense of satisfaction, and she told people to take out their phones and photograph this disheveled scene of Zhu Yuan.

"It wasn't me who made you stand in the rain," Ning Chu said with a sarcastic, mocking laugh, "You can't blame me for this."

Countless phones with flashes on took pictures from different angles.

Zhu Yuan acted as if she didn't see them; she simply helped Ji Xiang walk to the side of the small wooden shed in the backyard used for storing gardening tools, letting her lean against the eaves.

Ji Xiang had already lost consciousness from the pain, leaning limply against the wall, her baby-fat face devoid of any color.

Zhu Yuan's heart tightened.

If this drags on any longer, Ji Xiang will be in great danger.

Ji Xiang was only suffering at Ning Chu's hands because she was dragged into this by her.

The back door exit and the entrance to the house were both blocked by people.

Everyone was staring at every move Zhu Yuan made; no one knew what she was going to do next.

However, just when no one had reacted, Zhu Yuan grabbed a pair of scissors the gardener had left in the shed and dashed toward Ning Chu in one stride.

Her speed was too fast, so fast that no one had time to react.

The cold, sharp tip of the scissors was already pricking Ning Chu's neck.

"Send Ji Xiang to the hospital."

Zhu Yuan's voice, wrapped in the chill of the rain, approached like the Grim Reaper; Ning Chu's body stiffened abruptly, all her attention focused on her neck, not daring to move a muscle.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and get her away from me!"

A sharp pain suddenly radiated from her neck.

A whimper escaped Ning Chu's throat.

Zhu Yuan dragged Ning Chu's arm to the side, her gaze sweeping toward the Bodyguards preparing to approach, and she sneered: "At worst, I'll have Ji Xiang and me be buried with you today. If you want to die, I'll accompany you. Taking you, the Second Miss Ning, to die with me, I won't be at a loss."

"Ning Chu!"

"Zhu Yuan, you're crazy!"

"Put the scissors down! You're scaring Ning Chu!"

Ning Chu's sister group began to exert pressure, but not a single person dared to get close.

It wasn't that they were afraid Zhu Yuan would hurt Ning Chu, but that they were afraid they would be hurt by Zhu Yuan.

They had at least spoken up to persuade Zhu Yuan, and since Zhu Yuan wouldn't listen, there was nothing they could do; if something happened, Ning Chu couldn't blame them.

Suddenly, someone shouted at Zhu Yuan: "Isn't your grandfather in the hospital? Aren't you afraid the Ning Family will take revenge on your grandfather?"

Zhu Yuan's expression froze.

Ning Chu's Bodyguards had been watching every move Zhu Yuan made, and upon discovering a gap, they quickly stepped forward.

By the time Zhu Yuan realized their move, it was too late; she was, after all, no match for trained fighters, and her wrist was forced to lose its strength, the scissors falling with a clatter.

Having regained her freedom, Ning Chu raised her hand, intending to slap Zhu Yuan.

Zhu Yuan raised her hand to block.

Ning Chu's eyes flashed, and she went straight for the red agate bracelet on her left wrist.

She pulled with force.

The bracelet snapped.

The red beads fell to the ground with a tinkling sound, mixing with the rain.

Once, in the dressing room, Ning Chu had seen Ji Xiang holding Zhu Yuan's left hand and asking her out of curiosity that this bracelet was quite pretty, asking her for the link.

Zhu Yuan's eyes revealed a deep longing; she said that when she was a child and had a high fever that wouldn't break, her mother had gone to the temple in person, kneeling every three steps and bowing every five, to pray for it—it was her protective amulet.

It was her most important possession.

Ning Chu clutched her neck, cast a cold, sneering glance at the red agate scattered across the floor, then looked at Zhu Yuan's instantly bloodless face and raised her eyebrows at her in a show of triumph.

Just as Ning Chu was about to kick those beads away, a group of men in black suddenly swarmed in from somewhere, and Ning Chu's Bodyguard, just as they were about to move, were instantly subdued by those men in black.

Ning Chu's expression changed, and the others also realized something was wrong and hurriedly ran in the opposite direction.

Suddenly, a black handgun was pressed against the forehead of the first man to run into the room.

The backyard, which had been noisy with voices, fell into a deathly silence.

The man retreated in terror, forced back into the curtain of rain.

The men in black, standing in a row with handguns, pulled back their safety catches in perfect unison, their muzzles pointed directly at the backyard; no one dared to move an inch.

The sound of the rain grew louder, further accentuating the deathly atmosphere all around.

Ning Chu looked in disbelief at the man walking out from behind those armed Bodyguard.

She stared blankly as the man with the cold, stern expression held an umbrella and strode toward this side.

Zhu Yuan knelt on the ground with bloodshot eyes, picking up the red beads scattered all over the floor.

The man, radiating a stern chill, crouched down and pulled Zhu Yuan into his arms, his arms tightening, yet his movements remained gentle.

Ning Chu's vision went black, her lips trembling as they turned pale, "Yu... Yu Ge!"