Quadruplets’ Charm: The Tycoon’s Hidden Heirs
Chapter 355: Don’t Want Your Hands Anymore

Chapter 355: Chapter 355: Don’t Want Your Hands Anymore

Xiao Yu knew Mr. Ye wanted to hear the details, so he recounted everything he knew before the sea-jumping incident, including setting up the Caged Studio downstairs for Tang Yu.

He spoke for nearly half an hour before stopping.

After Xiao Yu finished, he observed the man’s face on the sofa, his dark eyes slightly narrowed, betraying no emotion.

An unresponsive reaction was not a good sign.

"You’re saying the car accident happened because of Tang Yu?" Ye Sihan’s dark eyes lifted. "Are you sure it was because of her? And not just a simple accident?"

Xiao Yu was at a loss for words.

To be honest, at the time of the accident, only Mr. Ye was present, and moreover, it was in a place without surveillance cameras; no one knew how the crash had happened.

He merely speculated that with Mr. Ye’s calm demeanor, it was unlikely he would run a red light, or cross the street without looking for oncoming traffic.

"...I’m not sure," Xiao Yu could only say so much.

"She is the daughter of Ye Xianghua’s wife; perhaps my relationship with her isn’t just a misunderstanding but actual hatred? The name of the studio alone can prove it," Ye Sihan said somberly.

"But Mr. Ye cares about her a lot, otherwise you wouldn’t have lost control when she jumped into the sea," Xiao Yu said.

"If it’s really as you say, why would I have forgotten only her?" Ye Sihan countered.

Xiao Yu replied, "The doctor said that this kind of selective amnesia is your brain’s way of protecting your body."

Ye Sihan, however, no longer wanted to continue listening. He stood up, "I’ll try to retrieve that memory. Don’t interfere with my judgment."

After he said this, he turned and left.

Xiao Yu had intended to show all the videos and photos he had of Tang Yu to Mr. Ye.

After hearing his words, he decided against it.

The car drove under the desolate night sky.

Seated in the back, Ye Sihan stared at the car window, where his sharply etched face appeared tranquil and deep.

He pondered over every little detail Xiao Yu had told him about Tang Yu.

Would he ever lose composure so disgracefully for a woman?

Ye Sihan could not imagine it; as he had said, he should only feel hatred for Tang Yu, perhaps even a desire for revenge.

To talk of being moved, if that were true, he should have felt something when he saw Tang Yu...

Xing Ling was sound asleep in the makeshift hut on her film set.

Her assistant was sleeping in the next room, separated only by a partition.

Any noise should have been audible.

Perhaps due to the low temperature in the mountains, Xing Ling felt a chill over her body while sleeping at night.

Groggily, she turned over, pursed her lips, and pulled the blanket higher, tucking it around her neck.

However, why did she feel a lightness on her eyelids?

Through half-closed sleepy eyes, she cracked them open to see a tall dark figure standing by her bed. Startled, she screamed, sat up, and shrunk back against the wooden edge of the bed.

"What are you screaming for?" Ye Sihan’s voice was just as cold as the mountain air.

Still unsettled, Xing Ling stared at Ye Sihan’s face, the phone behind him on the table casting illumination, and with his back to the light, his features appeared all the more profound.

"Are you... a person, or a ghost?" Xing Ling asked uncertainly, her lips trembling.

After all, if he was a person, what was Ye Sihan doing standing by her bed in the middle of the night, staring at her?

That’s something only a ghost would do, right?

Ye Sihan did not speak, just kept his gaze fixed on her face.

It seemed as if he was trying to discern something.

He had left KING Group and headed straight for Ye Mansion, but upon returning, he felt restless. When he regained his senses, he found himself standing beside Xing Ling’s bed, as if to prove something.

"No, talk to me, it’s really scary like this," Xing Ling looked toward the plywood partition; was her assistant really asleep?

Wasn’t it said that living next door, one could hear even the slightest noise?

She had screamed so loudly!

Thinking of something even more frightening, Xing Ling asked Ye Sihan, "You didn’t kill my assistant, did you?"

She felt that with this man’s power and means, he was capable of it!

Ye Sihan stepped forward and pinched her face, holding it in place.

Looking down, closing in.

Xing Ling felt the circle of light from the phone shrink tighter and tighter until Ye Sihan filled her entire field of view.

Those deep, hawk-like dark eyes seemed to zero in on their prey, an overwhelming sense of oppression making her pupils uncontrollably tremble.

"Don’t worry, I won’t say anything, just that the assistant died in her sleep." Xing Ling made her stance clear.

She feared being silenced permanently.

The first thing she would do once she got out of here alive was to report and have this devil, Ye Sihan, arrested!

Don’t be too touched, dear assistant!

"And what else?" Ye Sihan’s voice lowered.

Unable to think of anything, Xing Ling bit her lip subconsciously.

Ye Sihan glanced over her tender lips, "Keep acting."

"...Act what?" Xing Ling didn’t grasp the meaning behind his words.

Ye Sihan’s sharp, black eyes scrutinized her micro-expressions at such a close distance, revealing no flaws.

Could it be true, as Xiao Yu said, that she might have amnesia?

Or, had she been acting from the very first moment she saw Xiao Yu?

Was it all to get close to him, close to the child?

If that was the case, her tactics were indeed clever; even he couldn’t tell.

Just as Xing Ling was wondering if he was complimenting her acting skills, the face in front of her loomed larger.

Her soft lips were suddenly covered, softness upon softness, compression, their lips and teeth fitting together, the man’s aggressive scent abruptly flooding her nostrils and throat.

It wasn’t until his tongue invaded and their saliva mixed that the blank-minded Xing Ling came to her senses and tried hard to push away the man who was violating her—

"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" Xing Ling’s strength was no match for the man’s arm strength.

Instead, she became even more breathless because of her excessive effort.

Her entire little face turned scarlet.

Ye Sihan gripped the back of her head with a punishing ferocity, as if that wasn’t enough, he pressed her onto the bed for a more forceful kiss—

"Mhm! Mmm!!" Xing Ling’s body was overwhelmingly controlled, with only her legs kicking weakly below.

It had no effect at all in freeing her; instead, the bedsheet beneath her and the nightgown she wore became even more disheveled.

Her breathing grew so ragged that she was nearly suffocating.

Her eyes trembled with shock.

She didn’t know why she had to suffer like this?

Why would Ye Sihan do this all of a sudden?

What had happened?

Xing Ling had no room to resist as Ye Sihan pinned her down and tormented her mouth.

Her body gradually lost strength, and her lips and tongue numbed to the point of pain.

Such a ferocious kiss was more than she could bear.

Just as she was about to faint from the kissing, that rough and presumptuous tongue finally left her mouth.

When their lips parted, Xing Ling greedily gulped down the oxygen in the air.

It seemed that if she was a second slower, she would have stopped breathing.

"Ha-ah... Ha-ah..." Xing Ling gasped for breath with her swollen little mouth, each rise and fall of her chest brushing against the firm chest muscles above.

But that was beyond what she could control now.

Her brain, deprived of oxygen, hadn’t yet recovered.

Ye Sihan, slightly raising his upper body, stared at the flushed and panting person beneath him, his breath also heavy.

Finally regaining her senses, an enraged Xing Ling raised her hand to slap that face.

With a smack, Ye Sihan’s body went cold, his muscles tensing abruptly.

With his status and position, people were cautious even when speaking to him, let alone being slapped by someone?

His already dark eyes instantly turned malevolent as he caught Xing Ling’s slender wrist, "Don’t want your hand anymore?"