The Tycoon's Enchanted Mermaid-Chapter 56 - : She Is Already Qin Yu’s Achilles’ Heel

Chapter 56: Chapter 56: She Is Already Qin Yu’s Achilles’ Heel

“Ah!”

Zhang Wenfang’s face twisted with rage as she hurled her cellphone, hitting Wen Hong squarely on the forehead. He stood up abruptly and roared at her, “Have you gone mad enough? All night long you’ve been raving like this, when will you stop?!”

“Am I mad? I’m mad because of our daughter, who’s been thrown into South Africa by Qin Yu’s people. We don’t even know if she’s dead or alive, and here you are, a father who not only does nothing to save her but also has the nerve to sit around smoking!”

The more Zhang Wenfang spoke, the angrier she got, and she ran over to snatch the cigarette from Wen Hong’s hand, throwing it on the ground and stomping on it like a madwoman. Not satisfied, she grabbed the cigarette box from the sofa and flung it to the ground to stomp on it, too.

“I told you to smoke, told you to smoke, all you ever do is smoke, and you don’t even have the guts to save your own daughter. Wen Hong, you coward, you worthless…”

“Smack!”

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Wen Hong, enraged and desperate, slapped her across the face with all his strength and pointed at her, “Keep going mad, keep causing a scene, and you’ll be happy when the entire Wen Family goes down with you!”

“Let me tell you the truth, no one can save her, no one can, there’s nothing we can do. Now, the only chance we have to be safe is to hide away like a scared turtle. Otherwise, you and I will end up in South Africa eating dirt, never to return in this lifetime.”

Zhang Wenfang was flung to the ground with a burning pain on her face and blood in her mouth.

Zhang Wenfang wasn’t one to take things lying down; stunned for a few seconds, she immediately sprang up and began to tussle with Wen Hong. Vases and ornaments around them shattered noisily to the floor.

“You coward, how dare you hit me! Hit me!”

“Crazy woman, how could I not hit you? I damn well did hit you, you wench. If it wasn’t for your greedy instigation, how would our daughter have ended up like this? You should count yourself lucky that she didn’t rat you out; otherwise, you wouldn’t be here throwing a fit…”

“Our family’s reputation has been completely ruined by you!”

“Ah! Wen Hong, you heartless man!”

The couple rolled on the floor like wild animals, tearing at each other. Uncle Wen glanced at them indifferently, stood up to adjust his clothes, turned, and walked out, closing the door behind him.

This family had already fallen apart. You reap what you sow; they should have anticipated this day when they hatched their evil schemes.

Wen Min had no way out after scheming against Qin Yu; that was one thing. Su Qingdai’s injury was another; recently, Qin Yu had become increasingly protective of the girl, for she was his Achilles’ heel.

This was precisely why Uncle Wen had no choice but to request his leave from the Qin Family, as it was the only way to keep the Wen Family safe.

…

After nightly efforts to absorb aromatherapy, Ah Da’s leg wound had nearly healed by the day of departure. When the bandage was removed, a rose-pink circle stood out starkly on her delicate, pale leg.

The young girl wore a light pink knee-length dress with three layers of sheer tulle that seemed to flow like bioluminescence when she twirled, and a waist so slender it could barely be grasped was cinched with a matching belt. On her feet were flat lace-up sandals, her skin translucent and smooth, like fine porcelain.

Every day, staff from various brands had been delivering clothing, shoes, and all sorts of girl’s necessities to the villa; the walk-in closet was fully packed, and even a specially emptied room was stuffed to the brim.

Ah Da looked at it all, dazzled. She simply couldn’t fathom just how wealthy Qin Yu was—he seemed richer than any “incense burner” buyer she had met before.

Song Ma stood behind Ah Da and couldn’t help but praise, “Miss is young and beautiful; she looks good in everything.”

Ah Da looked at herself in the mirror, feeling a bit shy. This was the first time she took such care to dress up. Last time she went out with Tang Bufan, she wore simple clothes to avoid drawing attention. But this time was different; she could go out proudly and without disguise.

“Miss, your hair is thick and luscious. The temperature is rising today; how about braiding your hair in two braids to stay cool?”

Song Ma suggested gently.

Ah Da nodded in agreement, “Okay.”

Song Ma didn’t ask a maid to do it, instead she stepped forward and gently parted the hair into two. The long hair weaved swiftly through her hands, quickly forming two puffy braids.

She picked out a pair of butterfly hair clips from the jewelry box. The butterfly wings shimmered, exquisitely made, with hundreds of diamonds encrusted on a single clip, valued at a million. And there were countless items as expensive as this clip in the room.

Song Ma carefully secured the hair clips at the ends of the braids to fix their shape. Ah Dai didn’t like to wear any jewelry; she had no necklaces, bracelets, or earrings. Now, this hair clip had become the sole piece of decoration on her, simple yet sophisticated.

Already a person of natural grace and charm, elaborate and heavy adornments often backfired, masking her innate spirit.

Ah Dai, holding her braids, her big eyes filled with amazement, said, “It’s so beautiful, Song Ma, you’re so skilled.”

Song Ma, flattered by the young girl’s compliment, replied with pride, “As long as Miss likes it. I’m glad you don’t find my clumsy hands a bother.”

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Ah Dai turned around, her sparkling eyes tinted with laughter, spoke with genuine sincerity, “Not at all, not at all. Song Ma, you’re so skilled. This is the first time someone has done my hair for me.”

“I especially like it, thank you.”

After admiring herself in the mirror for a long time, Ah Dai seriously put her ID card into her small backpack and wore it on her body, then briskly trotted downstairs. Upon seeing Qin Yu sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, her smile suddenly froze in surprise, realizing he hadn’t gone to work.

She looked at the time; it was already nine o’clock.

The little girl, dressed in a light pink skirt, stood on the staircase motionless. With two braids on either side and a small crossbody bag on her shoulder, she looked fresh and pretty. Qin Yu felt a stir within him. He set aside the newspaper in his hand and stretched out his hand toward her.

“Come here.”

Ah Dai walked down the stairs slowly, approached Qin Yu, and said in a sweet, soft voice, “Aren’t you going to work today?”

Qin Yu didn’t answer, still holding out his hand, his black eyes unblinkingly fixed on her, his intention clear.

Ah Dai bit her lip, blinked her clear eyes, and slowly placed her small hand in his. As soon as they touched, it was gripped tightly, and then a force she couldn’t resist pulled her over.

“Ah…”

Ah Dai’s eyes widened, she gasped softly, and before she realized it, she was half-sitting on Qin Yu’s knee, able to look up at his smooth jawline, sitting on his strong thigh, broad and powerful.

This position… was far too intimate.

Ah Dai felt completely enveloped by him, like a little animal trapped under the paws of a wolf king, her breath filled with his cool, oppressive, and invasively scented fragrance.

Her heart in her chest seemed to want to leap out.

Qin Yu looked down, appreciating the young girl’s nervous expression. The dark hue in his eyes deepened, and he chuckled, “Last night when you stole a kiss from me, weren’t you very brave?”

Ah Dai choked up, her porcelain face turning entirely red. She felt embarrassed, not understanding why Qin Yu would bring this up again.

“You… I… I didn’t steal a kiss…”

“No?” Qin Yu’s handsome face softened further, his voice very light. The hand that was resting on the girl’s waist slowly moved up, grasping the fluffy braid.

“No,” Ah Dai said defiantly, snatching the braid from his hand, not allowing him to touch it.

Seeing that the little girl was close to tears, Qin Yu soothed by stroking her back: “Okay, you didn’t steal a kiss.”

Ah Dai turned her head away in grievance, pushing him, “When are you going to let go of me? I need to go out.”