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Zhou Xiaxia had just walked over when she saw A Yao closing the car door. She stood there in a daze, unsure of what to do.
She couldn't let Zhou Yinkun go to her house.
Without the shade of the trees, the scorching afternoon heat enveloped her. Zhou Xiaxia clutched a small piece of fabric from her dress, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
She glanced at A Yao, who remained expressionless and said nothing.
This was also a first for him. Zhou Yinkun was generally considerate towards women; aside from being a bit fierce in bed, he had never been stingy otherwise. He had never left a delicate girl standing outside in such high temperatures.
This kind of bullying was certainly not Zhou Yinkun's style. A Yao watched Zhou Xiaxia, noting that at such a young age and with such a slender figure, she was not the type Brother Kun would typically be interested in. Zhou Yinkun preferred women who were voluptuous and glamorous. Even Kana, who lived in his villa and had a gentle demeanor, was strikingly beautiful and sexy.
So... Brother Kun wasn't bullying a woman; he was bullying someone younger? It was similar to what had just happened with Song En. That made sense.
Zhou Xiaxia wanted to stop the man in the car but hesitated to open the door. Zhou Yinkun's long fingers held a cigarette as he glanced at the person outside, whose skirt was gradually soaked with sweat, then at the man standing beside her for reasons unknown.
"He Wenyao, get in here."
His tone was very impatient.
Hearing this, A Yao moved. He opened the driver's side door and got in.
As the car was about to drive away, Zhou Xiaxia felt anxious and disregarded everything else. In the next moment, she pulled open the car door and sat down inside. The air conditioning was set low, and as it enveloped her suddenly, she shivered from the cold. The smell of smoke made her cough a few times.
The man turned his head to glance at her.
Now that she was inside, she pressed tightly against the car door, leaving a significant space between them. Anyone unaware might think she had been kidnapped. Feeling his gaze on her, Zhou Xiaxia dared not meet his eyes but attempted to reason with him.
"Zhou, Zhou..."
Zhou Yinkun remained silent with the cigarette in his mouth.
Zhou Xiaxia paused, still too timid to call him by name: "Uncle... could you—"
"Uncle Zhou?"
Zhou Yinkun raised an eyebrow, as if they were not very familiar with each other.
As soon as he spoke, Zhou Xiaxia quickly closed her mouth and thought for a moment before calling him "Uncle."
She actually wanted to call him Zhou Yinkun, but after learning that he had injured her father, she no longer acknowledged him. Seeing how he treated Song En only fueled her intense dislike for him. However, in front of the man, she couldn't control the fear that surged within her; her heart raced, cold sweat dripped down her back, and her legs felt weak.
"Go to Wenhua."
Zhou Yinkun said this while looking at Zhou Xiaxia.
Ahead, A Yao gripped the steering wheel and drove onto the road.
"Can you not..." Zhou Xiaxia glanced at him tentatively, but when her gaze met his frivolous black eyes, she immediately looked away. "Don't go to my house."
Zhou Yinkun shook his head.
Zhou Xiaxia felt a chill in her heart.
"Little niece." He extinguished his cigarette and beckoned her closer with a finger, indicating for her to move over a bit.
Zhou Xiaxia hesitated for a few seconds before shifting about two centimeters closer. This made Zhou Yinkun laugh; it was certainly more entertaining than raising a dog.
"I told you last time that I would take you out for something delicious. Why are you so scared?"
Zhou Yinkun twirled a strand of hair from her shoulder around his finger. "Don't worry, adult matters have nothing to do with kids."
Implied in his words was that although he had hurt her father, he wouldn't harm her.
But Zhou Xiaxia didn't believe him. She blurted out, "Then why did you chop off Song En's finger? He... he didn't know anything."
At her words, A Yao, who had been driving, glanced at the rearview mirror.
In the mirror, Zhou Xiaxia's face was flushed red as if she were angry. Meanwhile, Zhou Yinkun's expression remained unchanged upon hearing her mention Song En, though his fingers twitched slightly.
"Ouch..." The strand of hair was still caught in his fingers. When Zhou Xiaxia felt the sudden movement, she was pulled down onto the back seat. Her fingers brushed against the man's leg, and she recoiled as if she had touched something poisonous.
The hair remained tangled around Zhou Yinkun's fingers, leaving Zhou Xiaxia no way to retreat. The scent of smoke mixed with a faint smell of alcohol and blood filled her nostrils as a large hand almost cupped half of her face, forcing her to look up.
"Oh, you saw that just now, didn't you?" Zhou Yinkun said knowingly. "So it's because of him that you call me a bad person."
He applied a slight pressure, immediately leaving a red mark on her cheek. "Is it like this?"
The disparity in strength between men and women was always evident. Zhou Yinkun exerted little force, yet Zhou Xiaxia winced in pain.
"What do we call this situation in Chinese?" The man pondered for a moment. "It’s like your elbow is bending outward, right?"
Whether it was the cold temperature inside the car or the frightening smile in his voice, Zhou Xiaxia felt a chill run through her body.
This kind of fear was something Zhou Yinkun had seen many times in women. Yet, at that moment, the delicate and smooth touch of her skin made him pause for a second before releasing her face.
Such flawless and translucent skin truly belonged only to a young girl.
The girl did not agree with his statement. Zhou Xiaxia did not believe her elbow was bending outward; on the contrary, she felt much closer to Song En.
This thought was glaringly obvious to the man beside her.
Having raised children himself, Zhou Yinkun was quite dissatisfied with Zhou Yaohui and his wife's parenting methods, having produced a soft-hearted child who sided with others. Since he had encountered this situation, he might as well take the opportunity to educate the child himself.
The car stopped at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel.
Zhou Xiaxia had no idea what he intended to do with her, and before she could ask for clarification, her slender wrist was grasped firmly, pulling her inside without room for refusal.
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