Chapter 7 The Secret Under the Wristband_1

"I warn you, Meng Xi'er! You are not to utter Yun Qiyan's name again, nor are you to get any closer to her!"

"If you dare to lay any schemes on her again, it won't just be a matter of five years in prison!"

"I'll make you regret ever being born!"

Word by word, sentence by sentence, he breathed into her ear with a tone that suggested he wanted to skin her alive and pick her bones.

The hand he clamped around her neck tightened. Meng Xi'er's eyes bulged as she stared at Lu Yebai's face close to hers. Observing his expression, she had no doubt that he genuinely wished to kill her at that moment!

How much did he loathe her?

After being troubled by her for so many years, he had hit her with his car during his relationship with Yun Qiyan. Even their engagement was something she had begged persistently for.

In Lu Yebai's life, she was the biggest blemish he wished to cleanse from his life. Meng Xi'er didn't think for a second that Lu Yebai had any pity for her.

The air grew thinner and thinner.

Lu Yebai's cold and ruthless face was all she could see. She tried to break free from his grasp, but the fingers clutching her fragile neck were as immovable as a wall of iron. She struggled in vain as her vision grew darker...

Suddenly, a rush of cool air filled her lungs as Lu Yebai released his grip.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Clutching her throat, Meng Xi'er sat on the ground, coughing as if she would expel her lungs.

He looked down on her from above, showing no mercy for her current state.

"If you dare to harm Qiyan again, don't blame me for showing no pity!"

"..." Meng Xi'er remained silent on the floor, releasing her hand from her throat. Her fair, delicate skin revealed the red mark Lu Yebai had left behind.

Lu Yebai looked at her, a frown forming on his face.

Was this woman so fragile?

It seemed a gust of wind would easily blow her away.

His gaze slid from her slender neck to her fragile right wrist, covered by a black wristband. He wondered what quirk compelled her to wear such a suffocating accessory in this sweltering weather...

The Meng Xi'er he knew was lively to the point of irritation, constantly by his side chattering from dawn to dusk, questioning him about every leaf and frog she came across.

His patience wore thin as each day passed.

But now, Meng Xi'er had become so quiet you would barely even notice her presence.

Fragile as if she could just snap in an instant.

The thought caused Lu Yebai to feel slightly irritated. He seemed to be thinking about Meng Xi'er a little too much.

This woman was full of tricks, who was to say this helpless act wasn't a ploy to deceive him?

Quietening his thoughts, Lu Yebai glanced at her still kneeling on the ground. He reached out to her right wrist, seemingly to help her stand.

"Smack!"

As if burnt by fire, Meng Xi'er slapped his hand away. She stood up and retreated a few steps back, holding her wrist with a look of sheer panic.

Her face was eerily pale, as if Lu Yebai hadn't been trying to help her up, but instead, trying to kill her.

"You..." Lu Yebai furrowed his brows slightly, glancing at the trembling wrist she held. Beneath the black wristband, it seemed like a secret was concealed. But what did it have to do with him?

He closed his mouth, turned away and left without looking back.