The Supreme Young Master

Chapter 4:

Qin Fei didn’t hesitate. 

The cave was damp and cold, but Zhao Muxin’s thighs were soft and warm—a much more comfortable choice. The moment he rested his head on them, he started snoring within seconds.

Zhao Muxin’s face flushed slightly, her emotions in turmoil. This man was, after all, a grown adult, leaning against her legs. The warmth of his breath made her heart race uncontrollably.

If he were a bit braver and more handsome, Zhao Muxin might have considered giving him a chance once they escaped this ordeal. 

After all, she had never been in a relationship before, and being taken advantage of like this was a significant blow.

But this man? 

He was unattractive, cowardly, and downright pathetic. 

How could she possibly fall for someone like him?

Zhao Muxin pouted, feeling utterly wronged. She tried to console herself. This was just a nightmare, and once it was over, she’d never see this fool again. 

Otherwise, she’d be furious every time she thought about him.

With that thought, she calmed herself. The cave gradually fell silent, with only the sound of Qin Fei’s snores echoing in the darkness.

Though Qin Fei appeared to be fast asleep, his mind remained clear. 

Before his death, he had encountered a peculiar stroke of fortune that made his soul extraordinarily strong. However, this frail body couldn’t fully support his soul, and he needed to rest to recover his strength.

When he saw the scar-faced man in the hall earlier, he immediately recognized the murderous intent radiating from him and deduced that the man was no ordinary criminal. Qin Fei decided to lure him to an open area to rescue the hostage.

He hadn’t anticipated that the scar-faced man would try to deceive him into going up the mountain, which made it clear there were accomplices involved. 

Qin Fei played along and followed them to the cave, intending to capture all three criminals in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, this body had been frail and sickly since childhood. Even with his powerful soul, recovering his former strength in a short time was impossible.

Sighing inwardly, Qin Fei tried to make the most of his rest, hoping to regain some strength. His cheek pressed against a soft, elastic surface, and his breathing momentarily faltered. Embarrassingly, he had died a virgin, which made this moment all the more awkward.

Time passed, and just as Zhao Muxin was starting to feel drowsy, the stones at the cave entrance shifted. 

The bald man entered and saw Qin Fei still snoring. He kicked him awake. “Get out!”

Qin Fei opened his eyes, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and grumbled, “What now? I’m not leaving unless I get my 10,000 yuan.”

The bald man, recalling the scar-faced man’s description of Qin Fei as a fool, wasn’t angered. Instead, he sneered, “Go outside and get it. I’ve got business to take care of here.”

His gaze fell on Zhao Muxin’s pale legs, and he smacked his lips. “Your dad offered 10 million yuan to ransom you, but before handing you over, we’re going to enjoy ourselves a little.”

“No! Please don’t hurt me!” Zhao Muxin shrank back in panic, her voice trembling. “Didn’t my dad already pay you? Please let me go!”

But the cave was small, and she had nowhere to hide.

To her dismay, the man who had been napping on her legs began walking toward the cave entrance, as if nothing was happening. Did he not understand what the bald man meant by sending him out?

Desperate, Zhao Muxin clung to a sliver of hope and shouted, “Hey, didn’t you promise to take me away? You can’t leave me here alone!”

Qin Fei paused briefly, turned around, and gave her a silly smile. “I’m just going to get the money. I’ll be back for you.”

“Sure, go ahead. Your money’s waiting,” the bald man said dismissively, not even bothering to take Qin Fei seriously.

Then he turned back to Zhao Muxin, reaching out to tear at her skirt. She struggled and cried, her voice shaking with anger and desperation. “You coward! You can’t leave me here! My family has money too—I’ll give you a million! Just save me!”

But Qin Fei acted as if he hadn’t heard her, disappearing through the cave entrance.

Zhao Muxin felt a wave of despair. 

How could she, a mere girl, possibly fend off this brute? She clung tightly to her skirt, resisting with all her might.

The cave echoed with the bald man’s lewd laughter and Zhao Muxin’s anguished cries.

But barely ten seconds later, Qin Fei reappeared at the entrance, holding a gun. 

Without hesitation, he aimed at the bald man’s head and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The bald man’s head exploded like a watermelon. 

Warm blood splattered everywhere. Zhao Muxin’s eyes widened in shock before she screamed and turned away, vomiting uncontrollably.

Qin Fei shrugged, tossed the gun aside, and casually lit a cigarette. He leaned against the cave entrance, puffing away.

About ten minutes later, Zhao Muxin, her face pale and her gaze unfocused, finally stood up. Today’s ordeal had been utterly terrifying for her.

Only when she stepped out of the cave and felt the warmth of the sun did she crouch down and burst into tears.

Qin Fei extinguished his cigarette and squatted beside her, patting her shoulder. “It’s over now. Go home and get some rest. The first time I saw someone die, I reacted the same way.”

Zhao Muxin’s shoulders shook as she sobbed. She looked up, her tear-streaked face filled with a mix of anger and sadness. “You were pretending all along, weren’t you? You had the ability to deal with these people, didn’t you?”

“Well… at first, I wasn’t sure,” Qin Fei admitted honestly.

“Don’t bother explaining,” Zhao Muxin said coldly. “I’ve figured you out. You’re a twisted monster who gets satisfaction from watching others suffer. It suits your ugly face perfectly.”

With that, she turned and walked down the mountain without looking back.

“Hey, there are a lot of forks in the path. Don’t get lost!” Qin Fei called after her. He remembered clearly how the scar-faced man had led them through more than ten different trails on their way up. The police were likely still searching the wrong paths, unable to find the kidnappers’ hideout.

“Mind your own business!” Zhao Muxin snapped, wiping her tears as she stormed off.

“Trying to help, but no gratitude…” Qin Fei muttered, glancing at the three bodies in the cave. He decided to deal with them first.

50,000 yuan per kidnapper, three kidnappers meant 150,000 yuan. It wasn’t a bad payoff for playing the fool all day.

He tied the three bodies together with a rope, as if stringing grasshoppers, and began dragging them down the mountain.

He hadn’t gone far when he heard faint howls coming from a nearby ravine.

Qin Fei frowned. Wolves? During the day? That meant they’d probably found prey. Judging by the timing, Zhao Muxin had likely been spotted.

“Women are so much trouble,” Qin Fei grumbled, scratching his head. He hid the bodies in some bushes before limping toward the source of the howls.