Chapter 352 - 350: To Deal With Someone, Start With Their Weakness

"Let’s go."

Yue Feifei silently nodded.

The two walked out of the unfinished building one after the other, the iron door closing behind them.

Back in the car, Yue Feifei sat quietly in the passenger seat for a long time. Yang Xun didn’t rush to start the engine, simply leaning back against his seat to wait.

After a while, Yue Feifei finally spoke, her voice calmer than before. "To be honest, I really wanted to kill him. Jiang Sihai only has this one son, doesn’t he? Ending his bloodline would definitely cause him immense pain."

"We can’t kill Jiang Yian yet. He’ll definitely be of great use later."

"He’s just a rich playboy who only knows how to eat, drink, and fool around all day. What use could he be?" Yue Feifei looked puzzled.

Yang Xun leaned back in his seat, started the car, and explained, "To deal with someone, you have to target their weakness. Jiang Sihai has done plenty of evil deeds, but he’s sharp-minded and ruthless. His only weakness is his sole heir, Jiang Yian. As long as Jiang Yian is around, we can keep Jiang Sihai in check."

"You have a point." Yue Feifei nodded, her eyes full of admiration as she looked at Yang Xun.

Yang Xun smiled faintly, put the car in gear, and drove smoothly out of the development zone toward the brightly lit downtown area.

Meanwhile, an anonymous letter was placed at the front desk of Jiang Sihai’s company. It came in a familiar kraft paper envelope, bearing a handwritten address and no sender. The receptionist didn’t dare delay, hurriedly delivering the letter to Jiang Sihai’s office.

Jiang Sihai was sitting at his desk, holding an unlit cigarette, his brows tightly furrowed.

Learning that another letter had arrived, he anxiously tore open the envelope, pulled out the paper inside, and quickly scanned its contents. After a few seconds of silence, he abruptly stood up, gritting his teeth. "Let’s go. Everyone, come with me to Jinrong Mansion!"

The black motorcade roared out of the city through the night, crossing the empty roads of the development zone, and finally stopped in front of that gray, unfinished building.

Jiang Sihai pushed open his door and got out, followed by the sound of car doors opening one after another. Dozens of burly men in dark clothes quickly followed him inside, their footsteps echoing in the empty first-floor lobby. They went up the dusty stairs, spreading out to search every floor.

Soon, they found Jiang Yian.

He was slumped at the base of a pillar, a hood still over his head, his hands tied behind his back. He was curled up into a ball, trembling slightly. A dark, half-dried wet patch stained the crotch of his pants.

"Yian!" Jiang Sihai shouted loudly, quickly stepping forward and crouching down to rip the hood off his son’s head.

The moment the hood was removed, Jiang Yian’s face was exposed to the light. Red slap marks still lingered on his cheeks, and a trace of dried blood marked the corner of his mouth. His eyes were bloodshot, but fortunately, he was alive.

When the gag was untied from his mouth, Jiang Yian cried out in a hoarse, trembling voice, "Dad! Dad, save me!"

"I’m here! It’s okay now." Jiang Sihai reached out to support his son’s trembling shoulders. His eyes quickly swept over the injuries on his body, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief upon confirming there were no fatal wounds.

He turned his head and gestured to his subordinates. Two men quickly stepped forward and cut the ropes around Jiang Yian’s wrists.

"Don’t be afraid, I’ll take you to the hospital right away," Jiang Sihai comforted him gently, his heart aching so much he could barely breathe.

But Jiang Yian remained slumped on the ground, still trembling uncontrollably. His unfocused gaze took a long time to gradually sharpen.

"Dad, who were those people? Why... why did they take me? What exactly did you do?" Jiang Yian questioned, a hint of resentment in his eyes.

"Yian, don’t get agitated. Let’s go to the hospital first. I’ll find them and avenge you." Jiang Sihai’s eyes were red, his voice trembling.

Right now, Jiang Yian couldn’t register any of it. He just felt excruciating pain all over his body, especially in his crotch, which made him extremely anxious. He was only in his twenties; if he were truly crippled down there, what would he do with the rest of his life?

"Take the young master to the car first," Jiang Sihai ordered.

Several bodyguards immediately stepped forward, hoisted Jiang Yian up, and carefully carried him into the vehicle.

Watching his son, Jiang Sihai’s eyes resembled a raging storm. He gritted his teeth and snarled, "Investigate! Dig up the backgrounds of those two people. I want them torn to pieces!"

Meanwhile, Yang Xun and Yue Feifei had returned to the city and received the full commission paid by their employer.

Sitting in the car, Yue Feifei let out a long breath and leaned back against the passenger seat as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders. "It’s finally over. Fortunately, everyone was rescued." Her voice carried a long-absent sense of relaxation.

"Let’s go. I’ll treat you to a good meal. Let’s head to the Seafood Pavilion. I’ve been wanting to eat there for a long time but never had the chance," Yang Xun said, starting the car and driving toward the restaurant.

When he was a delivery driver, he used to deliver orders from the Seafood Pavilion, and the prices on the receipts had always left him dumbfounded. Back then, he had promised himself that once Yang Cai’s illness was cured, he would bite the bullet, splurge at the Seafood Pavilion, and taste the delicacies of the rich.

"Sure!" Yue Feifei smiled, feeling joyful.

A short while later, the car stopped at the entrance of a magnificently decorated restaurant. This establishment was highly renowned in Zhonghai. Although it wasn’t very large, it was elegantly furnished, and many luxury cars were parked outside. Its location was excellent; diners on the second floor could enjoy the scenic river view.

After entering, the two chose a window seat on the second floor, ordered a few signature dishes, and asked for a pot of tea.

Yue Feifei leaned back in her chair, poured herself a cup of tea, and gazed out the window, feeling incredibly relaxed. "Thanks to you this time. Otherwise, I really couldn’t have handled it alone."

"Do you realize now that working alone doesn’t cut it?" Yang Xun refilled her cup and patiently advised, "No more taking risks by yourself from now on. If you absolutely have to complete a mission, call me."

Yue Feifei glanced at him, the corners of her lips curling up. "Deal. I’ll definitely call you next time. When our Female and Male Fiends team joins forces, we’ll definitely make a lot of money."

The food was served quickly. The seafood was authentically prepared, and the portions were generous. The two chatted as they ate in a relaxed atmosphere.

Yue Feifei picked up a salt-and-pepper mantis shrimp, peeled it, and placed it in Yang Xun’s bowl.

Yang Xun’s lips curled into a smile, unable to help but recall when Yue Feifei used to bring him food back in their school days. Just like now, her eyes would curve into smiling crescents.

"Yang Xun, I can’t finish this, and it’d be a waste to throw it away. How about you eat it?"

The teenage girl’s voice had been sweet, yet full of strength. Yang Xun knew she was afraid of hurting his pride, which was why she always used the excuse of avoiding waste. In reality, she had specially prepared it for him.

His heart warmed. Just as he put the mantis shrimp into his mouth, he saw two people walking up from the staircase.

"What’s wrong?" Yue Feifei asked in confusion, following his gaze.

Chen Junhao was walking up the stairs, followed by a middle-aged man in a gray suit. The two were discussing something in low voices.