Chapter 9: Sign the Agreement, and You'll Belong to Me, Lin Qingya!

After riding along Xuanwu Avenue for more than ten minutes, Han Yu felt his head start to ache again.

The piercing pain made it impossible for him to concentrate on holding the throttle and brakes, and the scooter wobbled.

Just then, a red Maserati sped up from behind.

With a snap.

The car's rearview mirror accidentally brushed against Han Yu's arm, knocking over the electric scooter, and Han Yu fell heavily from the bike onto the side of the street.

The Maserati came to a screeching halt, and from the driver's seat emerged a pretty girl with her hair tied up in a bun.

The girl was probably in her early twenties, very delicate-looking with an impressive figure.

She hurried over to Han Yu, bent down, and tried to help him up.

"I'm sorry! It wasn't on purpose, are you all right?"

"No… no problem, it was my fault."

Han Yu waved his hand, declining the girl's kindness, and struggled to get up from the ground amidst the pain, sitting by the roadside.

"Are you really okay?"

The girl looked at Han Yu with some suspicion; his clothes were torn with traces of blood on them, and he was pale, obviously not in good shape.

Thinking of the urgent matter she needed to deal with, the girl hesitated, then took out a stack of cash and a note from her bag and stuffed them into Han Yu's hand, "Take this money to the hospital for now."

"My name is Tang Yiyi, I truly am sorry, I still have an emergency to deal with, call me if anything happens!"

Han Yu intended to get up and return the money to the girl, but she had already driven away.

With no other choice, he took the money, sat by the roadside to catch his breath for a while, and then got back on the electric scooter and rode to his rental place.

Han Yu's rented place was located in Academy Street in the suburbs of Jinling City, an old house in a somewhat remote area, not very large, but cheap—only seven hundred yuan a month.

Twenty minutes later, Han Yu arrived back at Academy Street, and as he parked the scooter outside the yard, an ominous premonition rose from the bottom of his heart.

As if to confirm his premonition, a dozen men with tattooed arms, carrying baseball bats and steel pipes, came out from around the courtyard and surrounded Han Yu.

At the same time, on the second-floor balcony, two familiar figures appeared—it was the fatty Guo Zhenwei and Li Mengting.

The fatty had his hands in his pockets, his face wearing a mocking expression.

Li Mengting was crossing her arms in front of her chest, leaning against the fatty, her eyes playfully watching Han Yu.

Han Yu knew that the fatty would seek revenge on him, but he didn't expect it so soon.

Damn, he should have struck harder back at the hospital.

Looking at the grave-faced Han Yu, the fatty sneered, "Han Yu! Didn't expect to see you so soon, did you?"

"Dare to hit me, and even dare to ask Tingting for money, have you eaten the gall of a bear and a leopard?"

"Brothers, beat him up!"

As the words fell, the tattooed men immediately swung their baseball bats and iron rods, swarming towards Han Yu.

In the past, Han Yu wouldn't have been afraid at all. With his skills, it would have taken at most two minutes to take down these thugs.

But with injuries and brain cancer now, his strength wasn't even a tenth of his former self.

If he couldn't beat them, then he had to run!

Without any hesitation, Han Yu grabbed a flower pot beside him, threw it at the approaching thugs, and then leaped onto the wall with a quick step.

Baldie saw his chance and swung his stick hard against Han Yu's back.

Han Yu couldn't dodge in time and was hit, tumbling heavily from the wall.

He grunted, his back feeling painfully hot.

The dozen thugs took the opportunity to rush up, knocking Han Yu to the ground and delivering a round of punches and kicks.

In no time at all, Han Yu was covered in blood.

Only then did the fatty, accompanied by Li Mengting, saunter leisurely down from the second floor.

He walked slowly over to Han Yu, pinned to the ground, bent down, grabbed his hair, and said viciously, "Han Yu, weren't you acting tough before?"

"Show me that arrogance again, will you?"

Having said that, he delivered several hefty slaps to Han Yu's face.

Feeling that the slaps weren't satisfying enough, he took the baseball bat from Baldie and smashed it several times hard against Han Yu's back.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The baseball bat mercilessly struck Han Yu's back, and all he could do was hug his head, curling up like a cooked red shrimp, his body covered in bruises.

Even so, he clenched his teeth, not uttering a single whimper, let alone begging for mercy.

Not far away, a black Porsche Panamera.

Inside the car, Secretary Yan couldn't help but speak up, "President Lin, aren't we going to take action?"

"He deserves to be beaten!"

Lin Qingya bit her red lips, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Watching Han Yu being beaten, she felt a sense of pleasure, as no one had ever dared to reject her, yet this guy had refused her twice!

Yet, for some reason, she also felt heartache.

Perhaps, he was the first man in her life…

"You poor jerk, daring to mess with me, today I will let you know what extreme shame is!"

Not content with just beating him, the fatty wanted to thoroughly humiliate Han Yu. He ordered his men to force Han Yu to kneel before him, and, in front of everyone, was about to pull down his pants and urinate on Han Yu's face.

"Hahaha..."

Li Mengting watched with a delighted giggle, even taking out her phone, preparing to record the process to savor it later.

Hehe!

This is what you get for asking me for money!

In the Porsche, Lin Qingya could finally not stand to watch any longer. She urgently commanded Secretary Yan to go down, and he immediately opened the door and ran out of the car towards the yard.

"Stop!"

Just as the fatty was about to pull down his pants, a woman's fierce shout came from behind.

The fatty turned around, and upon recognizing the newcomer, he was instantly dumbstruck.

He recognized at a glance that this was the Executive CEO's first secretary, Yan Li, from Lin Corporation.

Lin Corporation was a major client of Guo's Building Materials City, which had cooperated for many years, and not even with a hundred guts would the fatty dare to offend them.

Yan Li glanced at the fatty and coldly spat out a word from her mouth, "Scram!"

Squaring up to Yan Li, a young girl wearing gold-rimmed glasses and no more than twenty-something years old, Li Mengting stepped forward and shoved Yan Li, angrily bellowing, "Who the hell are you to tell Mr. Guo to scram? Do you believe Mr. Guo could have these men gang up on you right now?"

Slap!

A crisp slap echoed.

Li Mengting's Wei, unable to suppress his anger, raised his arm and slapped Li Mengting across the face.

Then, with a sycophantic smile on his face, he quickly said to Yan Li, "I'm so sorry, Secretary Yan, it's my fault for not managing things properly, please forgive me."

Yan Li held her head high, contemptuously glancing at him, "Scram!"

"Right, we're leaving immediately."

The fatty nodded repeatedly, pulling Li Mengting along with his subordinates, and they quickly left.

After these people had gone, Lin Qingya stepped out of the car in her high heels, and Yan Li promptly turned around, leaving space for the two of them.

"Clean yourself up."

Lin Qingya bent down and passed over a wet tissue.

"Thank you."

Han Yu looked up and accepted it, a bitter smile crossing his face as he looked at President Lin's stunning face. Counting this time, Lin Qingya had come to his rescue for the second time.

Silence.

The atmosphere suddenly turned as still as death.

After what seemed like two minutes, Lin Qingya took out the marriage agreement from her bag and handed it to Han Yu.

"Sign this agreement, and you will be mine, Lin Qingya's! No one will dare to bully you again!"

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