My Youth Began With Him

"But I'm tired…"

Obviously, Lu Yan was exhausted.

"I know. But you must hold on, okay?"

"Psycho Qiao, do you love me?"

"I love you! Love you! Love you!" In agony, Qiao Fei blurted out his love.

"Then will you marry me?"

"I'll marry you," Qiao Fei said firmly.

"I want lots of children. Maybe, like my sister, I'll have twins…"

"Okay. We can have as many children as you want."

"Where shall we marry? Bali? The Maldives? Tahiti? Fiji? Or Las Vegas?" Lu Yan began to plan their beautiful future.

"You can choose any place you like. I'll be happy anywhere as long as I'm with you."

Comforting Lu Yan, Qiao Fei looked for a safe hiding place.

Finally, he found a secluded cold storage room. Prying open the door, he carried Lu Yan into the room.

The low temperature in the cold room could slow down the deterioration of her wounds.

"If we can't go to the hospital, I'll go and get a doctor to come here and help you."

"Don't. If you get a doctor here, I'll definitely die. I don't trust their skills. Qiao Fei, come on; you can do it."

Lu Yan took Qiao Fei's hand and said weakly.

"But I'm afraid I can't do it."

"You can do it. I'll tell you how…"

"No. I don't have any experience." Qiao Fei didn't dare to experiment on Lu Yan because it was her life that was on the line.

They debated in the cold storage room.

In a presidential suite, Ian was drinking coffee.

A little girl in maid costume knelt before him on shaky knees with her head lowered.

"Did you make the coffee?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Hmm. It tastes good," Ian praised in fluent English.

"Thank you, Sir." The maid looked delighted.

"But who told you to add milk in my coffee, eh?" Ian leaned down to the maid's face and asked softly.

"I… I thought the coffee would taste better with fresh milk," the maid answered.

"You thought? You dared to decide for me?"

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"This is irritating. You have a likable face but it seems you won't have a long life."

"Sir, I'm sorry. I'll make another cup of coffee for you right away!" Scared, the maid kowtowed and begged for his mercy.

"I think the coffee needs something to make it taste better…" In a mysterious air, Ian leaned closer to the maid's face.

"What is… it?"

In three seconds, the maid felt something cold on her neck.

The ring on Ian's finger had opened and a tiny but sharp blade cut into the maid's throat.

Instantly, blood flowed out.

Ian caught the blood with his coffee cup and the coffee instantly turned into dark red.

Kneeling there like a statue, the maid couldn't move or speak.

Ian filled his cup and sipped the content.

"Hmmm. It tastes better now."

"Sir, something happened." One of his lackeys came in to report.

"Speak."

"Our men… are all dead."

"How can it be? Didn't they bring ranged heavy weapons? Were they so useless that they couldn't catch Lu Yan with such weapons?" Ian looked up with a frown.

"Lu Yan used an unknown bomb and killed all our men… But we found her blood on-site; it seems she is seriously wounded."

"The little girl is wounded?" Ian asked in excitement