A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 393: Find an Opportunity to Tie Up That Woman

Chapter 393: Chapter 393: Find an Opportunity to Tie Up That Woman

Feng Jiao sneaked around, tiptoeing and trying to slip away to the side.

Xiang Ling’an’s long arm reached out, easily grabbing the collar of her clothes as he scowled and asked, "Where do you think you’re going?"

Feng Jiao turned to look at him and let out a forced laugh, "You know, when nature calls. I wanted to go to the restroom."

Xiang Ling’an chuckled dismissively, "That’s what you said earlier when you lied to me, and ended up going to the restroom in the little garden, right?"

Feng Jiao: "..."

Feng Jiao fluttered about in his grasp, struggling to break free from Xiang Ling’an’s hand while insisting defiantly, "That’s different. I went for a small one earlier, but now, now I need to do a big one."

Xiang Ling’an snorted with a cold laugh, and without hesitation he lifted his hand, aiming it towards her direction to pat.

He originally intended to give Feng Jiao’s head a gentle pat.

But fearing he would hit her, Feng Jiao raised her hands to protect her forehead, her body subconsciously bending downwards, wrapping herself into a defensive pose.

There was a crisp "smack".

Xiang Ling’an’s hand landed on Feng Jiao’s bottom.

Xiang Ling’an froze.

Feng Jiao froze.

For a moment, the air was exceptionally quiet.

Feng Jiao turned her head in disbelief to look at Xiang Ling’an, her fair face visibly flushed with a deep red as she said in both embarrassment and anger, "You, you!"

Xiang Ling’an quickly let go of Feng Jiao, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender, his ears bright red as he stammered out an explanation, "I, I didn’t do it on purpose!"

Feng Jiao fumed with embarrassment and anger, glaring at him, "Not on purpose! You did it deliberately!"

She marched up to him furiously and stomped down hard on his foot, "Xiang Ling’an! You’re just a big pervert! A hoodlum!"

She stamped with such force that Xiang Ling’an’s face twisted in pain as he yelped and hopped to the side, "Ouch, ouch, it’s killing me."

"Serves you right!" Feng Jiao glared at him fiercely before turning around and dashing away.

As she turned, Feng Jiao couldn’t help but curl the corner of her lips slightly.

Seizing the opportunity to escape from Xiang Ling’an meant he wouldn’t be able to come after her to settle the score.

As expected, she.JPG.

Xiang Ling’an intended to chase after her to apologize, but his foot was in too much pain. He could only balance on one leg, standing in place, waiting for the pain to subside.

He looked complexly at the hand that had just touched Feng Jiao, his fingers curling slightly.

Tsk, that was also his first time touching a woman’s... uh, that part.

The feel... wasn’t too bad.

Feng Jiao reacted so strongly, she must care a lot. She definitely wouldn’t accept an apology.

Perhaps...

He would take responsibility for her.

As Xiang Ling’an thought about it, he couldn’t help nodding to himself.

After all, he was a wealthy, family-oriented good man.

In this deal, Feng Jiao wouldn’t lose out!

That settles it.

As expected of me.JPG.

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Meanwhile, in the private hospital under the Crowley Family’s command.

Yuewan sat on the bed wearing a soft short-sleeved shirt, with scratch marks visible on his exposed skin.

All created by himself.

He was leaning against the headboard, his face unusually flushed, his brow relaxed, looking quite satiated and languid.

When Lairole opened the door and walked into the ward, the previously lethargic Yuewan instantly jumped up, trying to hide something on the headboard, "Brother, why, why are you here?"

His movements were slow, and Leroy quickly saw the thing he wanted to hide.

A syringe.

Leroy’s face darkened instantly as he strode forward, forcefully grabbed Jovan’s wrist, and snatched the syringe from his hand, demanding harshly, "Who allowed you to touch this?"

The Crowley Family indeed had industries suspected of operating in the gray area.

But within the family, touching such things was absolutely forbidden!

After all, those in their line of business knew just how terrifying it was to get involved with this kind of stuff!

And now Jovan had actually gotten involved!

Startled by his shouting, Jovan shrank back, his voice a mix of grievance and sadness, "I’m in so much pain, sedatives and anesthesia don’t work on me at all, I just couldn’t help getting a little..."

Visibly upset, Jovan forcefully withdrew his hand from Leroy’s grip, "And stop talking about me, brother. Did you catch that woman or not? I want her to feel my pain!"

By the end of his sentence, Jovan couldn’t help gritting his teeth, wishing he could devour Shen Yanhe, the one who had poisoned him.

Leroy looked at Jovan with a calm face, his cold eyes asking, "Do you know who the woman you’ve provoked is?"

Jovan curled his lip and lifted a hand to scratch his face, "Who else could it be? Just an ordinary woman from the East, no?"

"She’s the woman of Snare’s chief."

Jovan’s eyes widened in astonishment, his voice rising involuntarily, "The woman of Snare’s chief? Impossible!"

If she was the woman of Snare’s chief, why did she travel with only one man by her side?

Shouldn’t she, like him, be surrounded by a group of bodyguards?

As he finished speaking, one of Leroy’s men pushed the door open and entered, "Young Master, there is a response from Snare."

Leroy took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to finish off Jovan on the spot, and said coldly, "What did they say?"

The subordinate hesitated, glanced at him cautiously, and said with a bowed head, "He told us to get lost."

A moment of silence filled the hospital room.

Leroy’s expression remained calm, but his emerald-green eyes were dark and icy, his presence oppressively heavy, causing his subordinate to shrink a little, afraid to even breathe.

Jovan’s eyes widened in disbelief, and he couldn’t help but protest loudly, "Snare is too arrogant! I’m the one who is suffering! And they still dare to tell us to get lost!"

"Brother! We must make Snare aware of the Crowley Family’s power!"

Leroy also sneered coldly, "Snare is as presumptuous as ever."

He had already given Snare two possible solutions, yet they had neither chosen one nor simply rejected the offer; instead, they had insolently told them to get lost. Did they really think the Crowley Family was easy to push around?

"Give the order," Leroy said to his subordinate, his voice ice-cold, "find an opportunity and bring that woman over by force."

He must get the antidote for Jovan.

And that woman, he must capture her too!

He didn’t believe Snare would actually go to war with the members of the Crowley family over one woman.

The subordinate nodded respectfully, "Yes, sir."

At the end, he added, "People from the immortal organization have learned of Young Master Jovan’s situation and have sent a message to our men, saying they can neutralize the poison in Young Master Jovan."

"But the antidote comes with a condition—selling them the medicinal materials for five billion. Master, should we..."

"Tell them to get lost," Leroy said, his face cold, his eyes fierce, "Not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can take advantage of the Crowley’s."

The subordinate nodded, "Yes, I’ll go reply to them right now."

While Leroy discussed with his subordinate, Jovan began to itch all over his body again.

Unable to bear it any longer, he picked up the syringe wanting to inject himself, but Leroy grabbed his wrist, took the syringe from him, and looked at him with an extremely sinister gaze, "Listen, Jovan."

"If I catch you touching this stuff again, I’ll cripple you myself."

Jovan trembled, enduring the itching on his body, and nodded, trying to ingratiate himself, "Don’t worry, brother, I won’t touch it again."

Leroy gave him a cold glance, holding the syringe as he turned to leave, "Keep a close watch on Young Master Jovan."

The bodyguard nodded, "Yes, sir."

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