Cute, Dangerous, and Mine

Wu Qie was not truly a dull person.

For a brief moment, his mind had already come up with eight hundred different ways to respond—enough to muddle through this terrifying question.

But after only a short struggle, he gave up.

In front of Zhao Guipu, those excuses felt painfully clumsy—like a kindergarten kid running home crying to his mom, insisting that the teacher kept a dinosaur in the little dark room behind the classroom that ate naughty children, and that he had been bitten by it today.

Holding the phone, the black-haired Beta said stiffly, “You clearly know the reason.”

As expected, the man on the other end laughed.

As if the one being extorted by an injured party right now wasn’t him at all.

Wu Qie couldn’t understand what was so funny, so he simply held the phone, stared at the ceiling, and patiently waited for him to finish laughing.

After about ten seconds, Zhao Guipu spoke in a calming tone.

“I’ll handle it. Don’t worry about it.”

Wu Qie wasn’t sure whether he meant the matter of him sitting on his lap, or the matter of that Alpha coming to the Zhao family to demand compensation…

But both were things he wanted to avoid, so he slowly responded with an “Oh.”

After thinking about it, he lowered his voice and apologized again.

“Next time I see you, I won’t run away.”

“Alright, ge.”

Wu Qie didn’t mean it.

And he was lying.

After hanging up, he felt like he had narrowly escaped death.

What Wu Qie didn’t know was that while he had escaped, someone else was still trapped in the disaster.

At the top floor of the Zhao Corporation building, the spacious office was bright and sunlit.

Inside Zhao Guipu’s office, the scene was completely different from what Wu Qie had imagined—that Zhao Guipu was cleaning up some massive mess because of him.

Instead, the man sat casually on the sofa.

On the coffee table in front of him, the same contract Wu Qie had seen before was still neatly placed.

He had one leg crossed over the other, casually looking at the iPad in his hand.

Across from him, the middle-aged man—who had still been confidently arguing in the video Wu Qie saw—was no longer the same.

Sweat soaked his bangs.

His hair was disheveled.

The bandage on his head was seeping blood.

His hands rested on his thighs, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

He tried several times to say “let’s forget it,” but each time, Mr. Zhao interrupted him.

After all, as he claimed himself, he was a very fair person.

On the iPad, surveillance footage was playing.

It clearly showed how the middle-aged man now sitting in front of him had reached toward the black-haired Beta standing by the stage.

The Beta turned his head and said something, and in the next second, the bottle in his hand smashed onto the unlucky man’s head.

The video had no sound.

But Zhao Guipu watched with great interest as Wu Qie knocked the man down, snapped his fingers, and then swept his leg to take down two bodyguards.

—His fighting style was completely unrefined.

It was obvious he had never been formally trained.

His attacks were ruthless, targeting vital points, all with the goal of taking down his opponent as quickly as possible…

Clearly something honed from street fights.

The Beta young master of the Wu family.

Before adulthood, in the so-called “white world,” the social standing of Asians in cross-national contexts was indeed something easily glossed over.

One security guard collapsed after being hit in the nose, unable to even crawl back up.

Zhao Guipu suddenly recalled that not long ago, one day Zhao Shu had come home bruised and battered, solemnly declaring he wanted to break off the engagement…

Looking back now, perhaps he should have shown his dear younger brother a bit more humanitarian concern back then.

The entire video lasted three minutes.

It ended with Wu Qie’s overwhelming victory, the mess downstairs in the lounge, and the security team rushing in together to pin him down.

Zhao Guipu watched the whole thing patiently.

Then he seriously considered—if just touching his ass could result in this level of destruction…

Then last night, the one who should’ve been tied up and dumped into the shark bay might’ve been him.

Truly, many thanks to Teacher Xiao Wu for sparing his life.

Thinking this, he laughed.

He flipped the iPad around and, as if asking for an opinion, said to the trembling middle-aged man:

“Full of vitality, isn’t he?”

The middle-aged man still couldn’t recognize who the young man in the footage was.

But Zhao Guipu’s tone made his heart tremble.

“He’s just a Beta. Yesterday he came to see me dressed so properly, but before he could even reach me, he was offended by Mr. Li.”

Zhao Guipu tossed the iPad aside and leaned back.

“He even called just now. Scared out of his wits, worried that this would cause trouble for me.”

The man smiled faintly and asked the only other person in the room who could still speak:

“Quite cute, don’t you think?”

A dull thud sounded as the sole of a leather shoe hit the thick carpet.

Almost instinctively, the middle-aged man sitting across from him sprang to his feet—

Without hesitation, he sensed danger and bolted toward the door!

Zhao Guipu didn’t chase him.

He simply sat there, smiling, watching as the man’s legs gave out after just three steps and he collapsed awkwardly to the ground.

The faint scent of incense lingered in the office.

A mere C-class Alpha didn’t even notice the suppression.

Only after the man lay sprawled on the ground, unable to get up, did Zhao Guipu slowly rise from the sofa.

The sound of approaching footsteps grew heavier and closer.

A chill crept up from the base of the spine—

“Forget it… forget it! Mr. Zhao! I’ve thought it through, I’ve thought it through! Let’s just forget it!”

“Oh? Forget it how?”

The man walked over, crouched down beside him, and tilted his head with interest to examine the man’s terrified, bloodshot, frantically darting eyes.

Smiling, he said, “Someone who dares to come to my door and threaten me, Zhao Guipu—I don’t see one even once in ten years… Boss Li, we can’t just forget it, can we?”

Still smiling, he suddenly grabbed the middle-aged Alpha’s hair, fast and ruthless.

Amid a pig-slaughter-like scream, he dragged him up and hauled him toward the table—

With a loud bang, the bandaged head slammed hard onto the coffee table.

His nose struck the sharp edge, and fresh blood splattered out, staining the neatly placed contract.

Zhao Guipu didn’t let go.

With his other hand, he grabbed the man’s arm.

The bloated middle-aged Alpha weighed at least two hundred pounds, yet Zhao Guipu lifted him as easily as one would a dying goose, and amid the shrill screams, tore off the plaster cast around two fingers on his right hand.

“My kid is young. He didn’t know how to hold back. My apologies.”

Zhao Guipu released the man’s head, stepped on his waist to keep him from struggling, and held his wrist with one hand while using the other to casually light a cigarette.

With a click of the lighter, accompanied by the man’s trembling pleas, Zhao Guipu picked up the ashtray from the table and smashed it down onto his two swollen, carrot-like fingers.

The man sucked in a sharp breath.

He clearly heard the sound of bones shattering—

His vision went black, nearly fainting.

Blood splattered across the coffee table.