Supper Baby

013 Hero Saves the Beauty

Yuan Xing didn't answer. He just assumed a fighting stance and charged forward.

Huaisheng's judgment was correct—both guards were trained fighters.

The one called Chi Dong had powerful punches, while Niu Bao was more skilled in Jiu-Jitsu.

Yuan Xing calmly dodged Niu Bao's attempts to get close, never giving him a chance to grapple.

Evading a punch from Chi Dong, Yuan Xing seized his arm and flipped him over his shoulder, sending him crashing into Niu Bao.

Just at that moment, the iron sheet floor beneath them gave way, and the two plunged through.

They landed on a cardboard box on the first floor—unconscious, but alive.

Having dealt with them, Yuan Xing approached the door and pulled out a key.

He'd lifted it off Niu Bao during the fight.

”Click.” The door swung open.

Hearing the sound, Ye Ka forgot his countdown and pressed himself nervously against the wall.

"Ye Ka, of the Ye family, right?"

The man's voice didn't carry the same roughness as the thugs'. Ye Ka began to relax a little.

Yuan Xing pulled off the black cloth covering his head, then took out a knife and cut through the ropes binding him.

"The Ye family should be here soon. Just go straight downstairs," he instructed.

Ye Ka tensed up. "But down there are all—"

"It's fine. Go on down. My people are there; they'll look after you." Yuan Xing patted his head.

He knew Huaisheng's fighting abilities well enough. By now, she'd probably taken down all the thugs downstairs. Ye Ka would be perfectly safe walking down.

He walked over to Tan Mo, reached behind her head, and gently untied the black cloth.

From the moment he'd entered, Tan Mo had found his voice strangely familiar—like she'd heard it somewhere before.

His fingers brushed through her hair. Her vision cleared, and a handsome face came into view.

Sharp where sharpness was needed, soft where softness belonged. Hard to pinpoint exactly what made it beautiful, but the first impression was undeniably pleasing to the eye.

"I'll cut the ropes on your feet now." He crouched down and began working on the bindings around her ankles.

Watching the contours of his face, Tan Mo felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The ropes around her feet fell away. Tan Mo tried to stand.

Then came the sound of tearing fabric.

Probably because she'd been standing too close to a sharp edge on the water pipe, a piece of her dress tore off.

Awkward.

Yuan Xing didn't say anything. He simply unbuttoned his jacket, wrapped the sleeves around her waist, and tied them in a knot.

After that, he said softly, "Turn around. I'll untie your hands."

Tan Mo obediently turned.

Once her hands were free, Yuan Xing led her downstairs.

Huaisheng was sitting on a pile of unconscious thugs, yawning, and waved at Yuan Xing as he descended.

Ye Ka sat on the stairs, seemingly stunned by her beautifully brutal display.

"Boss, all clear," she reported. "The Ye family said they'll be here soon, so I'll wait for them. Then I'll head to the police station to give a statement and send these guys to prison."

She'd arranged everything so her boss could focus on taking Mo Mo home safely.

A complete hero-rescues-beauty package—maybe some sparks would fly...

"Do as you like." Yuan Xing ignored whatever was going on in her head.

A little past seven. Lights were coming on in homes all around.

It was getting late—not a good time for a young lady to stay out.

Back at the Tan residence.

"Mo Mo, I'm back! What did you want to talk to me about yesterday?" Tan Rou dropped her suitcase and headed straight for Tan Mo's room.

The room was pitch black.

"Lily, where's Mo Mo?"

"She went out this morning to meet a friend," Lily recalled. "Around noon, she was probably having lunch with them. This evening, just as I was about to ask, Madam told me Miss had called her saying she'd stay overnight with a friend."

Tan Mo calling Xu Piao? That was so absurd Tan Rou didn't believe it for a second.

Before she could go looking, Xu Piao appeared. "Xiao Rou, don't worry too much. Mo Mo's just not coming home tonight."

Earlier that afternoon, Xu Piao had received a call from a strange girl rambling that Tan Mo had been kidn*pped. She'd found it ridiculous and hung up.

But later, seeing that Tan Mo still hadn't returned, she started believing about eighty percent of that nonsense.

She'd already prepared her story, waiting for exactly this situation.

If anyone asked, she'd say Tan Mo was staying at a friend's place. If the truth came out, she'd blame it all on that unfamiliar friend of Tan Mo's.

That way, everyone would think Tan Mo just made bad friends, and no one would suspect her.

Xu Piao was confident in her flawless plan—until she heard a young man's voice behind her.

"Rou Rou, I thought your stepmother was supposed to be so good to you all. Turns out she's just this indifferent."

The young man wore an ordinary shirt and jeans, yet carried an air of effortless nobility.

This was the fiance Tan Rou had quietly found—Chong Huan, young master of the capital's Chong family.

The Chong family's influence was vast, not to be offended. Even with such a pointed remark, Xu Piao could only force a smile.

"Not at all. I'm happy Mo Mo made a friend. Staying overnight is fine."

Chong Huan nodded. "I see."

Just as he fell silent, Tan Rou's phone rang—an unfamiliar number.

"Sis." Hearing Tan Mo's familiar voice from the other end, Tan Rou breathed a sigh of relief.

She pressed urgently, "Are you really staying with a friend tonight? Why didn't you call back?"

This wasn't Tan Mo's number. Whose was it?

"Well, I went to meet a friend today and accidentally got caught up in a k********g. Luckily, my friend's martial arts skills saved me," Tan Mo explained.

"k********g!" Tan Rou shrieked.

Her heart couldn't take this—how could her little sister scare her like this?

"I'm fine now. My friend will bring me home soon... Sis,don't worry! I'm perfectly fine, not hurt at all!" Tan Mo was a bit flustered by her yelling.

"You... you wait right there. If I don't see you soon..." Tan Rou's voice trembled with tension.

Even knowing her sister was safe, worry still clung to her.

It was strange—though they shared no blood ties, she cared about this little sis deeply.

Was it because they were, in name, daughters of the same mother?

"Sis, sis, sis, you're my only sis. I'll definitely come back alive to see you. Bye!" Tan Mo hung up nervously and turned to the workroom's owner.

Yuan Xing hadn't taken her straight home. Instead, he'd brought her to this fashion design studio.

The interior lived up to its name—blank and minimalist, like a white canvas.

"This dress is for you." Yuan Xing casually picked one from the studio's rack. "Huaisheng has some unopened toiletries upstairs. There's a bathroom. Freshen up, and I'll wait for you here."

He couldn't very well send a disheveled girl home.