The heartthrob understood and brought two of his men around behind the bodyguard without moving.
Seizing the opportunity, they grabbed Wen Shiyu.
“Let go of me, let go of me.”
Wen Shiyu was grabbed and struggled hard, but she could not break free at all.
When the bodyguard saw this, his eyes widened in anger, “Young Madam!”
He wanted to save Wen Shiyu, but he could not draw his hands at all, as he was surrounded by the others.
On the other side, Wen Shiyu was already pinned to the ground by her heartthrob, her right hand being dragged forwards.
She looked at her beloved with the dagger about to plunge it into her palm, and was so frightened that her face turned pale with fear.
“No, no!”
It was her career, the hand that mattered most in achieving her dreams.
If this was ruined, how would she have the courage to be with Feng Shenye in the future?
And she had only just gotten the position of chief ……
“Please, stop, no matter how much money you are willing to ask for, I can give it, don’t waste my hand!”
Wen Shiyu cried and begged.
Her life had only just set sail!
Tears covered her eyes as she struggled desperately, but the people holding her were like iron pincers, making it impossible for her to move.
“Stop!”
The bodyguard also noticed the situation on Wen Shiyu’s side, and his eyes were wide open.
He dared not imagine how angry the boss would be if the young lady’s hand was ruined.
He kicked away the interceptors around him with all his might, but someone else immediately blocked the way.
“D*mn you all, get out of my way!”
He shouted angrily, and his hands became increasingly ruthless.
Seeing this, the scarred man immediately ordered, “Stop this man for me!”
At that, the others worked even harder to stop the bodyguard.
Not far away, in a black car.
Song Ruhua was observing the movement over there with binoculars.
She looked at Wen Shiyu being pinned to the ground and begging, and her heart was happy.
“Wen Shiyu ah Wen Shiyu, you have your day too, hahaha ……”
She lowered her binoculars, her laughter was shrill and harsh and particularly morbid.
Wen Shiyu looked up at the dagger reflecting the cold light and shuddered.
“No, no, please.”
She cried out in pain and pleaded.
Yet the heartthrob was indifferent.
Just in the nick of time, Feng Shenye appeared with little Bao’er in tow.
He looked at the scene before him and was shocked and enraged.
“Xu Yan, strike!”
“Yes!”
Xu Yan did not dare to be slow and immediately opened the door and got out of the car to join the battlefield.
Originally, he had wanted to go and save Wen Shiyu.
But the scarred man spotted him and stepped forward to take matters into his own hands.
The two of them fought.
The scarred man had some skills, and he could not get away from Xu Yan.
In the carriage, Xiao Bao’er looked at the melee in front of him and had already turned pale with fear.
He grabbed Feng Shenye in panic and urged, “Daddy, auntie will be alright, right?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to your aunt.”
Feng Shenye soothed the little one, his voice deep and cold and firm, “You wait in the car while daddy goes to save your aunt.”
At these words, little Bao’er immediately let go of Feng Shenye and urged, “Daddy, you go and save your aunt, I will be good.”
Feng Shenye nodded his head and opened the door to get out of the car.
On the other side, the scarred man was becoming increasingly outmatched by Xu Yan, and his heart sank.
“Hurry up and do it!”
He turned his head and urged his beloved.
The believer nodded and waved his dagger, about to drop it.
Xu Yan and the bodyguard were both startled.
Wen Shiyu also closed her eyes in despair.
It was at this moment that a sudden change occurred.
Feng Shenye rushed over, and when he saw his beloved holding the dagger, his eyes were ruthless and he kicked the man over.
The force was so great that the belly screamed in agony and flew a metre into the air.
When Wen Shiyu heard the sound, she subconsciously opened her eyes, but her whole body was frozen.
“I’m not dreaming, am I?”
She looked at Feng Shenye incredulously, her voice choked and hoarse, “Shenye, is it really you? You’ve come to save me?”
Looking at the wretched girl, Feng Shenye’s heart ached to the core.
He went forward and pulled Wen Shiyu up from the ground and hugged her tightly, “You’re not dreaming, it’s me, I’ve come to save you, I’m sorry I’m late.”