The Perfect Heroine wants to Possess me {English Translation}

chapter 18.2

Ji Xiao felt a surge of anger. A man like Ji Qingyun was not deserving of being a decent human being, let alone being considered a father!

Ji Qingyun, hearing Ji Xiao's involvement, panicked and hastily said, "I won't! I really won't do it again! I've lost my mind, and I promise to treat Wei Qingyu as my own daughter in the future! Brother, let's discuss things. Please don't tell Xiaoxiao... Don't tell her..."

Observing Ji Qingyun's despondent expression when he mentioned Xiaoxiao, Ji Xiao's feelings were complicated.

He genuinely cared about the original owner...

Sighing softly, Ji Xiao raised the baseball bat in her hand.

Unfortunately, she had no interest in understanding a scoundrel.

A scoundrel was a scoundrel.

No matter how commendable he might be in other aspects, it couldn't alter his corrupt nature.

Unwilling to continue listening to Ji Qingyun's insincere pleas, Ji Xiao raised her chin, signaling the thugs beside her to tighten their grip, restraining him.

Before Ji Qingyun could finish speaking, he felt his body being tightly held by hands and knees.

His head was forced up, and he sensed something cool and sharp pressing against his turbulent Adam's apple.

A knife!

Instantly, panic seized Ji Qingyun.

The sharp blade pressed against his throat, and any wrong move could be fatal.

Ji Xiao signaled to the man beside her to pinch Ji Qingyun's face, delivering a stern warning in the most menacing tone, "You don't need to tell me these useless things. Let me make it clear – if you dare to engage in such actions again, be prepared to pay with your life for your greed!"

As the words hung in the air, the knife edged closer to Ji Qingyun's throat.

The tingling sensation of the blade grazing his skin overwhelmed Ji Qingyun, and he seemed to see a bright red hue in the dark world.

Ji Qingyun, unaccustomed to facing such dire circumstances, felt his legs shaking uncontrollably, and he could no longer hold back the fear that surged through him.

The wind swept through the forest, carrying with it a musty dampness that permeated the air.

Everyone wrinkled their brows, and Ji Xiao directed her gaze towards Ji Qingyun's crotch.

The dark blue trousers now sported a slightly darker shade.

Not only had he fainted in horror, but he had also wet himself?!

"It's still an alpha; how embarrassing," Ji Xiao expressed her disgust as she disdainfully kicked Ji Qingyun.

"No way, what a shameless coward," remarked the elder brother beside Ji Xiao, also expressing his disdain. He then turned to Ji Xiao, acknowledging her courage and strategy, and introduced himself, "Little girl, today you've gained a ally in this brother. I'm Xie Yong, what's your name?"

Ji Xiao was momentarily surprised upon hearing the name. Finally, she understood why she found this person's tattoo familiar when she first saw him.

In the original text, the last bodyguard who accompanied Wei Qingyu and the protagonist was named Xie Yong. Several times, he shielded Wei Qingyu from danger. Ji Xiao had even considered him more reliable than the protagonist.

The dragon tattoo on his arm was the distinctive feature that had been described multiple times in the book – it could only be Xie Yong!

Ji Xiao felt a sense of relief. Initially concerned that this group might disclose the incident to Ji Qingyun, she now felt completely reassured. In the future, Wei Qingyu could turn to him for help with anything she faced.

It was as if fate has favored her!

"My name is Ji Xiao." Ji Xiao shook Xie Yong's hand. "That's all for today. Please come to me if you encounter any trouble in the future."

"Okay." Xie Yong nodded. "Then, let's go."

Following that, Xie Yong instructed his brother to untie the unconscious Ji Qingyun, skillfully avoiding any surveillance cameras as they exited the woodland just as discreetly as they had arrived.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, a few men in suits and leather shoes emerged from the shadows of the woodland.

"Sir, we..." one of the men stepped forward.

"Help them clean up... it's safe now." The leader, wearing sunglasses, observed the departing figures with a serious expression.

The sun shifted from the east to the west, casting mottled light through the camphor tree in front of the red brick house and into the second-floor room.

Wei Qingyu opened her eyes, momentarily disoriented. The subtle fragrance in the room wafted into her nostrils, and the familiar surroundings brought a sense of comfort.

She realized she was lying in her own bedroom in her familiar home, surrounded by everything she knew.

Through the closed door, Wei Qingyu thought she heard the familiar sound of fruit being cut in the kitchen on the first floor. Without bothering to find her shoes, she rushed out barefoot.

Her smooth, long hair created an elegant arc with each rhythmic stride.

Could it be that everything that happened in the past six months was just a dream of her own? Was she now awakening from that dream?

Wei Qingyu entered the kitchen through the door frame. However, before she could say anything, her words got stuck in her throat. The turquoise light in her eyes suddenly dimmed.

The kitchen was deserted, and the mahogany cabinets were shrouded in dust.

The imagined figure of her mother did not materialize, and the clattering sound resembling fruit being cut turned out to be the window lattices tapping against the window frames due to the breeze.

A cool draft filled the room, bringing back memories of everything that had happened to Wei Qingyu before she slipped into a coma.

The repulsive voice of Ji Qingyun echoed in her ears, lingering even as she lost consciousness.

Wei Qingyu stood there, stunned, shaking as she reached for the back of her neck.

When her pale fingers touched the soft glands, the girl's eyes instantly reddened.

There was no mark on the glands.

Ji Qingyun hadn't done anything to her.

Wei Qingyu leaned against the wall, lacking strength, displaying a scared expression for the first time in this silent place.

She didn't understand why Ji Qingyun hadn't harmed her, but she felt grateful that this time it was just a false alarm.

The past seemed like a dream. If it were a dream, why hadn't she awakened after enduring so much torment?

This is reality.

This is reality.

Suddenly, Wei Qingyu became aware that there was something in her hand that she had been clutching tightly. She suspiciously opened her palm.

Light and shadow filtered through the leaves outside the window, casting an impartial glow on the girl's palm.

A red bracelet adorned with a small basket of peaches appeared in her line of sight.