Hearing this, Chen Nan frowned, but then she thought about the homicide case she still had to deal with, and realized she couldn't focus on Qin Qinghan right now. So, she nodded.
However, Qin Qinghan's eyes clearly showed reluctance to let Chen Nan hand her over to Ye Fengwu, but she bit her lip and didn't speak.
Ye Fengwu turned to Jiang Hao and said, "Xiao Hao, make sure to cooperate with the officers during the crime scene investigation later, and take care of the necessary tasks."
A meaningful look flashed in Jiang Hao's eyes. He knew exactly what Ye Fengwu meant by "take care of the necessary tasks"—it was referring to the principal, Liu Fu, of the elementary school.
Brother Wu still liked to deal with problems at the root, as always.
Suddenly, Jiang Hao seemed to remember something, and hurriedly caught up to hand Ye Fengwu a black leather suitcase along with the keys to his Ferrari. "Brother Wu, take my car to send my sister-in-law home."
...
When Ye Fengwu dragged Qin Qinghan's arm out of the hotel, she forcefully pulled away from his grip, tears welling in her eyes. "Let me go. I can't be with a murderer. I don't even know you. I don't know anything about you."
Ye Fengwu's heart was still filled with anger. He was angry that Qin Qinghan didn't put her safety first, angry that she hadn't told him about the trouble she was in.
With that, Ye Fengwu grabbed both of Qin Qinghan's hands again, his anger flaring.
Qin Qinghan winced in pain and furiously shouted, "Let go of me! You're hurting me!"
Ye Fengwu stared at her coldly and said, "You want to know who I am? Fine."
"I'm an abandoned child. When I was one month old, my foster mother found me. My hometown is in a village near Haihua City."
"My foster mother had a daughter, two years older than me. When I was ten, my sister went missing, and when I was twelve, my foster mother passed away. After that, I was left with no one, no one to pity me, just ridicule and disdain for a wild child. For a long time, I lived in a world without security."
"I dropped out of school, fought, and to fill my stomach, I even smashed the glass of a convenience store with a brick."
"I like famous knives and swords, I like firearms, especially sniper rifles. I also like novels, and I like you."
"I'm rough, overbearing, proud, and stubborn. If I set my mind on something, I will do it. If I like a woman, I will make her mine. That's who I am."
Ye Fengwu almost spoke without pausing, revealing his life experiences and hobbies.
Upon hearing this, Qin Qinghan's previously cold expression turned complicated. Listening to Ye Fengwu's experiences, she faintly felt pity for him.
She could imagine that if someone had helped him back then, brought him into their home for a proper meal, and shown him that the world wasn't so bad, maybe his life would have been completely different.
However, what Qin Qinghan still disliked most about Ye Fengwu was his overbearing nature. She scoffed and said, "Do you know what I hate most about you? I hate your roughness, I hate your violence. You kill without blinking an eye. You scare me, do you know that?"
Ye Fengwu's tone was calm as he replied, "You'll get used to it."
With that, Ye Fengwu dragged Qin Qinghan over to a silver Ferrari, his actions crude.
Though Qin Qinghan was delicate in nature, she was also very stubborn. She kept hitting Ye Fengwu's arm, but to him, her strikes felt like scratching an itch.
In the end, she was once again roughly shoved into the passenger seat.
The reason Ye Fengwu was angry was simple: he had been scared today. If he hadn't been in that private room, the outcome for Qin Qinghan might have been different.
Vroom~!
With the roar of the engine, the Ferrari shot down the road like an arrow.
There were few vehicles on the night streets, so Ye Fengwu's speed quickly reached ninety miles per hour.
Throughout the drive, his face remained tense, clearly holding back a great deal of anger.
Qin Qinghan gripped the handle of the door with her right hand. With the car speeding so fast, she could faintly feel Ye Fengwu was angry with her.
Whoosh~!
At that moment, a bright light flashed past Ye Fengwu's eyes, blinding him for a moment.
Then, a luxury sports car quickly veered onto the main road from the left side, moving swiftly and aggressively, changing lanes as if on purpose, almost as if it were enjoying itself.
The sudden change made Ye Fengwu instinctively hit the brakes. He was already angry, and seeing this only intensified his fury.
"Do you know what I hate most?" Ye Fengwu glanced at Qin Qinghan before focusing on the luxury sports car ahead, and continued, "I hate people who change lanes recklessly without using turn signals."
Slap~!
Ye Fengwu's fingers quickly flicked the turn signal on, his face cold as he muttered, "Is it really that hard? Just a simple flick of the finger."
Vroom~!
With that, Ye Fengwu slammed his foot on the accelerator, and the car's speed shot up to a hundred miles per hour.
Qin Qinghan gripped the handle tightly, nervous, and shouted, "Calm down! There's no need to fight with them."
Ye Fengwu tried to overtake the luxury car, but it kept switching lanes, almost as if it were teasing him.
Ye Fengwu had to slam the brakes again to avoid a collision.
"Heh..." A cold glint flashed in Ye Fengwu's eyes as he sneered, "Calm down with people like that? Calm down with those who have no moral compass?"
As he spoke, the car's speed surged again, reaching a hundred and twenty miles per hour.
Ah~!
Feeling the force, Qin Qinghan's body was pushed back into the seat, and with a loud "bang," the Ferrari's left headlight scraped the luxury car's rear light.
Though it was a slight impact, at over a hundred miles per hour, the minor contact sent the luxury sports car into a spin, losing control.
Whoosh...
The sound of tires screeching on the road filled the air as the luxury sports car skidded out of control, leaving a trail of thick black smoke.
The car spun 720 degrees and drifted for over a hundred meters before crashing into a large tree with a loud "bang."
Whoosh~!
Ye Fengwu slowed the car down, calmly turned the wheel, and performed a perfect 360-degree spin before speeding off, leaving the scene behind.
Qin Qinghan, terrified, was drenched in cold sweat. She saw the two young men, covered in blood, climbing out of the wrecked car and angrily shouting curses at the Ferrari.
At this moment, Qin Qinghan looked at Ye Fengwu as if he were a madman. She gritted her teeth and said, "You're crazy! What's the difference between you and him? You can't control your emotions either."
"I'm venting, aren't I?" Ye Fengwu responded coldly.
He was protesting—protesting Qin Qinghan's coldness towards him, protesting her repeated attempts to distance herself from him, protesting her foolish decision to go to that banquet without considering her own safety.
And when a person is emotionally stirred, their true nature often emerges. Perhaps, Ye Fengwu's true nature was that of a madman.
Twenty minutes later, Ye Fengwu drove the car to the base of Qin Qinghan's building. Before the car had even fully stopped, she opened the door to get out.
However, as soon as she tried to leave, Ye Fengwu grabbed her and pulled her back into the seat, locking the door behind her.
Qin Qinghan looked at him warily and asked, "What do you want?"
Maybe because he had released some of his pent-up emotions, Ye Fengwu's mood gradually calmed down. He looked serious as he said, "I know, your life shouldn't be like this. If it weren't for that rapist..."
"I don't want to hear this."
Before Ye Fengwu could finish, Qin Qinghan coldly interrupted him.
Perhaps some people could let go over time, but Qin Qinghan couldn't. She was an extremely conservative person, and she would probably live with that shadow for the rest of her life.
Sensing the sadness and hatred in Qin Qinghan's eyes, Ye Fengwu felt a pang of guilt. He asked again, "If... if that person was also forced into it, framed, would you forgive him?"