Mama's Princess Is Daddy's Beloved

Soon the car drove inside Our Paradise, before pulling in the front of the entrance of the house. "Young Master! Madam! We are here." Gao Fan announced as Li Xue turned to look out of the window before returning back to stare at Feng Shufen with doubt in her eyes.

"You're sure, you won't be coming in to have rest before going out?" she asked and Feng Shufen turned to shake his head with a smile.

Then reaching to pat her head, while moving his fingers through her hair, he said. "You go in first and rest well. I will be back soon. Stay good and don't be naughty again."

Hearing him frame his words like that, Li Xue squinted her eyes before pouting her lips at him. "I am not a kid so don't make me look like one. I was just saying this because I was concerned for you. Since you don't want to stay, go wherever you want to go." She said with a hmph before turning to push the door open to step out of the car.

Feng Shufen passed on his smile but once Li Xue left, she didn't turn to look back even once. She feigned anger but she also knew that the man would not be going to buy her act.

Once she left, Feng Shufen's expression changed. His eyes that held warmth moments ago, at once turned cold as staring straight ahead at the front mirror, he ordered, "Let's go." His fingers clenched tight to an extent where his knuckles turned all white, showing the hard formation of his fingers and forearm's nerves.

Gao Fan's expression also changed considerably. "Yes, President Feng." Nodding, looking at the mirror, he affirmed before starting the engine to leave.

***

On the other side at some small underground base, men were standing on alert. Seeing them at the moment, one could say that even a drop of a pen would be enough to make them pull their guns ready to shoot anyone.

"Stay vigilant. Last night was dark and the bright day today is no less. Keep an eye or it would become too late for us to regret." One of the men said as he came to round-up around the base to check if everyone was at the right place.

The other men looked at him and nodded. "Don't worry. We are here keeping a keen eye. If anything happens, we would alert the moment itself."

"Did they really sweep half of the people in a night?" The other one asked and the person who came to do the round-up had nothing to say. Coughing a little he thought to lie. Only that way would he be able to hold up their will. Otherwise, if it gets revealed that someone was out massacring their kind people around the city, he didn't know how many people would stay back to protect the name of their gang and base.

"What do you think? Sweeping people like us is easy. Do you think we are called walking weapons for nothing?" He said and right when he did, he saw the surge of confidence seeping into the people again. He felt satisfied with the result his words brought.

Thinking that he has motivated enough, the man turned and was about to leave when the sound of several footsteps approaching became very clear. His eyes squinted at first before he realized something and ordered, "Take your stance and be ready. Hold your guns up and aim at the people coming in."

He said and the next moment, every man took their stance, ready to pull the trigger for the guns at any other second.  They waited as their waiting grew longer. Sweat beads formed over every forehead but not for once did they dare to blink. And just when they thought their enemies would appear, everyone felt something hard and metallic pressing over their heads.

They need not know what weapon that was. Since they were holding one in their hand, they could easily feel one reclined on their head. They wanted to fight back, but they knew that the thing was serious enough that even the slightest movement could cost them their life.

Their throats ran dry as they slowly turned their head to look at their leader. But his condition was also no better than theirs. With a pale expression, he was also there struggling for his life.

Their morale dropped and just when they would have gone weak with anxiousness, a playful yet cold domineering voice paused them into their thoughts.

"Easy boys! There is nothing to panic about. At least not until you finally see your souls bidding your body a final goodbye."

As those words rang in the air, Jing Wei Jin slowly appeared at the venue, strolling with ease with his hands tucked inside his pocket like he was having a walk in his private garden. People looked at him but none recognized his identity. And they were not at fault for not knowing him. After all, Jing Wei Jin was also a mysterious personality in his field.

Although almost everyone has heard of him, none has ever got a chance to meet him or see him appear publicly, revealing his identity.

Jing Wei Jin's lips curled up sardonically when he saw the confused expressions on everyone's faces. "What? None of you know me? Aish, QingQing, isn't that a blatant insult on my face? How could I take it staying low?"

Jing Shaoqing's lips curled on a corner, revealing a disdainful look in his eyes, he said, "You can't blame them, Brother. The dogs follow what their master says. Their Master must be too confident in their capabilities, so he dared to forget to train his dogs well."

"Ahh … so it's the fault of their master? So why are we still playing with his dogs? Shouldn't we meet their master instead?" Jing Wei Jin said and getting his cue well, the next moment, Jing Shaoqing pressed the gun more powerfully at the head of the leader to ask.

"What are you still waiting for? Tell us, where is your Boss?"