C2 Try Your Hand

Having become the most coveted husband in Zhonghai, even if only nominally, Qin Fann was adept at discerning when to take his sister-in-law's occasional unreasonable antics in stride.

Tang Bao'er could be headstrong and temperamental, yet her heart was in the right place. She was simply longing for affection and understanding, and she felt profoundly lonely.

As the final notes of the song faded, the audience's applause was deafening.

Tang Bao'er, reveling in the yellow-haired man's well-timed praise, radiated satisfaction. She raised her wine glass and downed it in one swift motion, then cast a dismissive look at Qin Fann, who was relegated to the periphery, and challenged him,

"Hey, why don't you sing one?"

"Bao'er, leave this son-in-law behind. Come with me. I've got something incredible to show you. It'll blow your mind," the yellow-haired man urged, his voice laced with impatience. He snatched Tang Bao'er's hand and started to pull her out of the private room.

Oblivious to the betrayal unfolding, the naive Tang Bao'er walked along, completely unaware of the imminent peril.

At that moment, Qin Fann, who had been silent until then, blocked their path.

"What the hell are you doing? Looking for trouble?" the yellow-haired man roared, his eyes filled with viciousness. He had coveted Bao'er for a long time and had finally found his moment. The aphrodisiac would soon kick in, and he fantasized about the "little wildcat" succumbing to him. He had already envisioned Bao'er at his mercy, stripped of her defenses.

Now, with his plan nearly complete, an interruption came. His anger was palpable, and he was seized by a violent impulse to do away with Qin Fann.

"Come home with me," Qin Fann said, his voice even and composed.

"Get lost, or I'll make you," the yellow-haired man snarled, no longer content to be ignored. As he readied to shove Qin Fann aside, his comrades were already rubbing their hands together, eager to teach this clueless upstart a lesson.

Qin Fann cast a cool glance his way, a hint of lethal intent flickering in his eyes. In a flash, he reached out with his right hand, fingers spread wide, and seized the yellow-haired man by the throat. With ease, he lifted the man's 160-pound frame into the air. As Qin Fann's fingers tightened ever so slightly, the man's struggles began to wane.

"What did you say?"

"Let... go..." The yellow-haired man gasped, his face turning the color of a liver, his legs kicking in vain. Qin Fann's grip was unrelenting, as firm as a vice, impossible to break free from.

The crowd was stunned by this show of strength. The yellow-haired man was known as the best fighter among them, capable of taking on two opponents with ease, and he had trained in martial arts for years. Yet, in Qin Fann's grasp, he was as helpless as a chick.

"Please, stop..."

Tang Bao'er was frantic, fearing that if this continued for a few more minutes, the yellow-haired man might be choked to death. Unbeknownst to her, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes watery, and a wave of heat surged through her lower abdomen, overwhelming like a tide.

"I'm so hot, what's happening to me? I'm so thirsty..."

Tang Bao'er murmured to herself, her gaze growing unfocused, her body uncomfortably hot. She was no fool; she quickly realized what was happening, a mix of anger and fear washing over her. If it weren't for Qin Fann's presence today, she shuddered to think of the consequences.

"Take me away..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, her consciousness slipping as she clung to her last bit of reason, urging her to flee.

"Trash."

Qin Fann's voice was indifferent as he casually tossed the word out, flinging the yellow-haired man aside with a flick of his hand. The man flew backward like a cannonball, crashing into a display of bottles and then into the wall with a deafening thud.

"Bang!"

In an instant, eight of the man's ribs snapped, his body badly scraped and bleeding profusely as he curled up in pain, his wails heart-wrenchingly shrill.

No one dared to help; they were all too shocked by Qin Fann's display of power.

"Let this be a lesson to anyone who dares to come near Tang Bao'er again," he warned, his voice carrying across the silent crowd. He then effortlessly lifted the weakened Tang Bao'er onto his back and walked away with determination.

It took a moment for the onlookers to recover, exchanging fearful glances under the moonlight. Tang Bao'er trembled uncontrollably against Qin Fann, her feverish body burning like a flame, the effects of the drug taking hold.

Qin Fann swept his gaze over the few people present and hoisted Tang Bao'er's limp body over his shoulder, striding out with purpose. It took a while for the onlookers to regain their composure, swallowing hard and exchanging glances that reflected mutual shock and fear.

Beneath the moonlight, Tang Bao'er's delicate body trembled uncontrollably, her temperature rising rapidly, her heat pressing against Qin Fann, a clear indication that the drug's effects had begun. Her hands weren't just resting idly; they roamed over Qin Fann's body, caressing and eliciting soft moans. Qin Fann, freshly an adult, was brimming with youthful energy. The sight of the Tang sisters each day had already kindled a fire in him, and now Tang Bao'er was like tinder, threatening to ignite it completely.

The heat on his back was scorching, and the scent at his nose was intoxicating, like a blend of orchids and musk. Qin Fann could feel himself teetering on the edge of control. A volcanic urge was building in his belly, a desire to take Tang Bao'er right then and there, compounded by the taboo thrill that she was his sister-in-law.

An hour passed, and Tang Bao'er's struggles waned. Her breaths, once seductive and uneven, smoothed out, and her gaze cleared—a sure sign that the drug's effects had mostly dissipated. Qin Fann couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret as he recalled her vulnerable state, though he knew better than to let it show.

Tang Bao'er's expression was a mix of emotions. Until now, she had never given Qin Fann a second glance, often mocking and undermining him, her mischievous nature on full display. Yet today, had Qin Fann not been there, her fate would have been dire. The humiliation might have driven her to desperate thoughts.

"This incident must never be spoken of, especially not to our family," she commanded, her glare sharp as she tried to muster the authority of her usual haughty demeanor. Unbeknownst to her, in that moment, she appeared more enchanting than ever.

"Okay, but you have to agree to one condition," Qin Fann stated calmly.

"You...?" Tang Bao'er was fuming, shocked that Qin Fann would have the audacity to set terms with her. Clenching her fists tightly, she asked with irritation, "What condition?"

Recalling her delicate, soft murmurs, Qin Fann felt a pang of regret, though he knew he must never show it.

At that moment, Tang Bao'er's expression was complex. Up until now, she had never given Qin Fann a second glance, often mocking and undermining him at every turn, her mischievous nature on full display.

However, today, had Qin Fann not been there, her fate would have been dire, possibly even driving her to despair and thoughts of suicide under the weight of humiliation.

"This incident must never be mentioned to anyone, especially not to the family," Tang Bao'er said, shooting Qin Fann a resentful glare, trying to assert her authority as a young lady of stature. Yet, she was unaware of how enchanting she appeared at that moment.

"Fine, but you have to agree to one condition," Qin Fann said calmly.

"You...?" Tang Bao'er was infuriated, surprised that Qin Fann would dare impose a condition on her. She clenched her fists in frustration and demanded, "What condition?"

"From now on, you need to focus on your studies, avoid associating with thugs, and stop wearing such heavy makeup. You look like a ghost. You're naturally beautiful, so why overdo it? You're already stunning without any makeup."

"It's none of your business," she retorted.

Despite her defiance, Tang Bao'er couldn't help but feel a tumult of emotions. She had always been pampered, with her every whim catered to by her wealthy parents. Yet, they were often absent, their fleeting visits barely enough to offer the semblance of companionship.

No one seemed to grasp what she truly needed.

As the Tang family faced a crisis, she felt sidelined, treated like a child, and left to drown her anxieties in alcohol. But her heart was more compassionate than anyone realized.

Qin Fann didn't want to see her go astray or get hurt. He enjoyed a comfortable life at the Tang residence, with plenty of food and drink, and he wasn't opposed to helping out.

In the end, Tang Bao'er grudgingly agreed to Qin Fann's terms, despite her deep-seated resistance.

When Qin Fann returned to the Tang residence, he was once again in the presence of the woman many considered a goddess—the pride of Zhonghai, the stunning and intelligent Tang Ruoyan, a true gem in every sense.