Chapter 80: Using Him as an Antidote

Li Feng moved the gun away from the man's head and immediately signaled the bodyguards to haul the man off to the police station. When the Fu family personally delivered someone to the police, it meant that the individual had committed an unforgivable crime. 

In such cases, the odds of emerging alive were nearly nonexistent. 

Even though they hadn't spilled any blood, the fear they instilled was far greater than that of a murderer. 

That was why Fu Hannen was regarded as the untouchable king of Lingcheng—this wasn't just a mere exaggeration.

Inside the car on the way back, Gu Yicing floated in a half-dream state, the effects of the drug coursing through her, awakening her senses with a burning intensity. 

"It's so hot," she murmured, her scarred hand wandering up to Fu Hannen's chest, slipping under his collar.

Her fair complexion flushed crimson, an obvious sign that she had been drugged.

Fu Hannen sat stiffly on the sofa, his hand securely around her waist, every cell in his body feeling electrified as if it were about to explode.

"It feels so good; let me touch you," Gu Yicing's voice was soft and almost kitten-like, stirring something deep within him.

Fu Hannen swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he rapidly released his grip on her waist, pushing her onto the back seat. "Gu Yicing, do you even know what you're doing?"

His movements were harsh and unyielding. 

As she landed awkwardly on the seat, her bruised waist hit the edge painfully, making her wince and clutch her side, her delicate face scrunching up in discomfort.

Fu Hannen's eyes flickered with concern. "Do you have an injury on your waist?"

"Fu Hannen, you bastard! Do you even understand how to treat a woman delicately?" Gu Yicing's frustration boiled over.

"I need to see," he insisted, pulling her arm back toward him, his grip firm.

Li Feng, who was driving, sensed a cold, dangerous glare emanating from the back seat and quickly raised the partition, effectively blocking off any view between the front and back.

With that, Fu Hannen's large hand slid naturally under her skirt.

Gu Yicing, still clinging to some remnants of consciousness, grabbed his hand, bewildered. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think?" he replied cryptically.

"You're not going to do that here, are you? No way! I have a beautiful first-time fantasy, and I won't let it be ruined," she protested, gripping his hand to prevent him from advancing.

"Stop being so difficult. I'm just checking your injury," he retorted, using one hand to hold her wrist firmly while the other forcefully lifted her skirt.

A huge bruise was visible on her otherwise fair and slender waist, along with several other reddened patches.

Fortunately, none of her injuries seemed life-threatening.

Gu Yicing found herself humiliated, pressed against his leg, forced to endure his examination.

Once Fu Hannen finished checking her, he was about to lower her skirt when a small head suddenly bumped against his waist. "Fu Hannen, you don't actually dislike me, do you? You seem to care about me!" she teased, her voice light and playful.

Her sweet laughter sent a jolt through Fu Hannen's heart. 

Embarrassed, he shifted his hand away from her wrist, resting it awkwardly against the car window while turning his face away from her. "Have you figured out how to counteract the drug yet?"

"What else is there to do? Obviously, I'll need you to help me," she said, nonchalantly climbing onto his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck, her lips drawing closer to his.

Fu Hannen pressed his lips together, offering no response.

Damn it! Was this woman really planning to use him as her antidote?

Consumed by the drug, Gu Yicing tightened her grip around his neck, her kisses becoming frantic and unrestrained. 

Her kisses were sweet yet inexperienced, radiating a potent youthful energy that sent shivers down his spine.

Overwhelmed by the waves of desire, Gu Yicing lost all sense of control, her small hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. 

After struggling for a while to get it undone, she grew increasingly frustrated. 

Why was this shirt fighting back against her?

Seeing her desperation made Fu Hannen chuckle softly, and he took over, deftly guiding her hands to help unfasten his shirt collar…