Volume One: Qin Yang of the Northern Sea Chapter 28: Captured

The decor of the home was dominated by pink, which surprised him somewhat. He had never expected that Ye Meier, who always appeared so strong and assertive to outsiders, would have such a girlish side. Especially considering her age—almost thirty—yet still full of childlike innocence. The contrast between the exterior and the interior was striking; it was hard to imagine that within such a dilapidated neighborhood, there existed a home so lavishly decorated.

Back inside, she slipped out of her high heels and into slippers with practiced ease, as if she’d forgotten that a pair of eyes still lingered on her from behind.

Goodness, did she have to be so tempting?

A short black skirt paired with black stockings, her hips round and shapely—he couldn’t help but swallow hard. What a seductress.

Catching the look in Qin Yang’s eyes, as though he wished to devour her whole, her cheeks flushed. She smoothed her hair and shot him a glance—whether emboldened by alcohol or something else, she couldn’t say, but before she knew it, she blurted out, “Does it look good?”

Both of them froze at her words.

He swallowed, considering how to answer. If he said it didn’t look good, he’d surely wound her pride. But if he said it did, would he seem too forward?

After a moment’s thought, he chose honesty. “It looks great—very alluring.”

Ye Meier stared at him for a long moment before sighing. “You’re honest—not like the other men, who only want my money or my body.”

He had nothing to say to that, so he coughed lightly.

Ye Meier adopted a girlish shyness, then took a bottle of red wine from the rack.

“That’s a big bottle. Are you trying to get me drunk?” he teased.

She laughed softly. “Last time, you helped me out a lot. I wanted to treat you to dinner, but you were never free. Tonight, let’s just have a drink as thanks.” Ye Meier lounged lazily on the sofa, pouring him a glass.

Staring at the brimming wineglass, he could only smile wryly. Was she planning to get him drunk and have her way with him?

He glanced at Ye Meier. He knew that on her wedding day, her husband had been in a car accident; she was likely still untouched. The sense of maturity she carried was intoxicating, and he made no effort to use his cultivation to counteract the effects of the alcohol.

They drank quite a bit, and Ye Meier, as if opening a floodgate, began to talk. “The Bai family… Hmph. They only see me as an ATM. Whenever they need money, they come to me.”

“So what am I to the Bai family? I’ve had enough,” she said, her emotions running high.

Qin Yang was not accustomed to comforting others, so he patted her on the shoulder. Unexpectedly, Ye Meier threw her arms around him and began to sob in his embrace.

Oh, what a situation. Didn’t she know he was a healthy young man? How was he supposed to endure this?

Realizing her loss of composure, especially when she noticed the tent that had formed below, Ye Meier blushed and cleared her throat. “Pervert.”

He replied, “Come on, beautiful, with you suddenly hugging me like that, it’s only natural for me to react.”

“Alright, I misunderstood you. Let’s drink. Let’s leave the sad things behind.”

The scene was a world apart from the troubles brewing at Feng Real Estate.

A major incident had occurred: the eldest son of the Feng family had suddenly lost his mind, becoming mentally unstable. When he woke, he didn’t even recognize his own father.

Tank and Enchantress were first on the scene. They found no trace of the perpetrator, but did discover a large sum of money had been moved from Feng Bo’s bank account. Their investigation traced the funds to a twenty-three-year-old man named Qin Yang.

The police soon pulled his file—even details from his elementary school days. A recent college graduate, he had come to Bincheng instead of staying in Beihai. Was there a reason for this?

Qin Yang’s records seemed ordinary, but for some reason, Enchantress felt there was much more beneath the surface.

The next day.

When the first rays of sunlight touched his face, he woke from sleep, surveying the chaos around him. He hadn’t expected to have spent the night at Ye Meier’s home.

Fortunately, Ye Meier had already left for work; otherwise, things would have been awkward.

Now that he had some money, he considered getting a driver’s license and buying a house. He had also wired a hundred thousand to his family—not too much, so his parents wouldn’t bombard him with questions.

No sooner had he arrived at the office than two men in uniform approached.

“Qin Yang? Please come with us.”

Seeing the two officers, he didn’t resist, nodding in compliance. But by then, word of his arrest had already spread through the entire company.

Wu Yaoyao and Su Ying were chatting, relieved by yesterday’s stellar sales performance, when someone burst in.

“President, bad news—the head of Security, Qin Yang, was taken away by the police!”

Provincial Government Compound.

Elder Ye was sipping tea when the phone suddenly rang. “Hahaha, have you found that Qin Yang kid?”

“What? At the police station?” At this, Elder Ye’s expression darkened. If Qin Yang hadn’t been arrested, he might never have found him.

“Useless fools, you’ve infuriated me!” he bellowed. “Xiao Fu, prepare the car. We’re going to the city police bureau—I want to see for myself what crime Qin Yang has committed to justify his arrest.” Though elderly, Elder Ye was never one to act slowly.

Bincheng Public Security Bureau.

Director Du Chunlai was sweating profusely. Arresting Qin Yang had been an order from above, but now it seemed they’d stirred up a hornet’s nest. Even the influential Wu family from Jiangnan had called to apply pressure, and they were far away. What he hadn’t expected was that the powerful Ye family had also phoned inquiring after the case.

He understood the gravity of the situation, but the two people interrogating Qin Yang were from a special national agency—well beyond his authority to interfere.

Standing before the closed door, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Sweat streamed down his face. Which family’s young master was this Qin Yang, to warrant such attention from the Ye family?

Tank glared at Qin Yang, arms crossed, face cold. “Kid, if you tell us now, you’ll get leniency. Wait any longer, and you’ll suffer.”

Enchantress stared at him, her voice icy. “Qin Yang, from Beihai, age twenty-three, attended Starlight Elementary, then…”

He looked at the two before him, their inner strength palpable. The man was at the initial stage of Awakening; the cold beauty matched his own level, at the mid-stage. Such strength was formidable, and after his conversation with Wang Hao, he understood how difficult the path of cultivation was.

These two were certainly not ordinary policemen. If they wanted to investigate him, they would uncover everything.

He chuckled. “And what exactly am I supposed to confess?”