Chapter 113: Revenge for My Wife

Long Yubei's expression visibly softened at her explanation. "An ambush? What happened?"

She recounted the events in full, leaving nothing out.

With a flick, Long Yubei turned on the interior lights, and only then did he notice the wound on her leg. His face darkened, composure slipping for a moment. Saying nothing, he restarted the engine and stepped on the gas, driving straight into the garage at home.

Once they parked, he slipped off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. Before she could take a step, he swept her into his arms and carried her swiftly into the villa.

The family doctor arrived soon after and tended to the injury on Gu Lili's leg.

When she finally lay down to rest, she realized Long Yubei was nowhere to be seen.

Tang Qingli came upstairs with a tray in hand—on it, cake and warm milk. "Young Madam, have a bite first. The chef is preparing dinner; a servant will bring it up shortly."

Taking the tray, she asked, "Where's your young master?"

"He just left."

"Left? Where did he go?"

"Um… He didn't say, and I didn't dare ask."

Gu Lili didn't press further. She picked up the house phone and dialed Long Yubei's number repeatedly, but no one answered.

Where had he gone?

She had a sinking feeling that his sudden departure was connected to what had happened to her tonight.

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The rain poured down in torrents, its intensity mounting by the minute.

In the basement of the famed Imperial Palace nightclub in City A, Long Yubei stood silently, waiting.

Half an hour passed before the elevator doors slid open.

He Meimei was dragged in, gagged and bound.

She had already guessed who had captured her, but the moment she laid eyes on Long Yubei, her knees gave out—especially when she saw the iron rod in his hand.

Thick as a wrist, it rested easily in his grasp. His eyes were so cold, one glance made the blood run chill.

What was he planning to do?

"Remove the gag."

The man holding her obeyed immediately, tearing the tape from her lips. At last able to speak, He Meimei tried to maintain her composure, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her fear. "Long… Beibei… What—what are you doing?"

He began to approach, dragging the iron rod along the ground. The screech of metal against concrete was unbearably sharp.

With each step he took, her nerves coiled tighter, on the brink of snapping.

"I'm warning you, if you so much as touch me—" Her words were cut short by a resounding slap across the face.

"You—you hit a woman?!" she cried, staring at him in disbelief, the sting on her cheek twisting her expression into one of contempt. "What kind of man hits a woman?!"

Long Yubei's voice was a low, dangerous growl. "Tonight, I won't just hit you."

"Why are you doing this to me?" she feigned ignorance, as if completely baffled. "You drag me here and beat me—shouldn't you at least have a reason?"

"A task posted online by a user called 'GardenFlowersLoseToWildOnes666666'—you think I wouldn't trace it back to you?" His gaze darkened with loathing. "The IP address led straight to your home, He Meimei. I never imagined you'd dare to pull something like this. Truly bold of you. Did you borrow courage from the gods?"

Still, He Meimei refused to confess. "I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't do any of that."

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