Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Deepest Gratitude

Before long, they arrived at a luxurious villa. The estate sprawled over three to four hundred square meters, its decor lavish and elegant, exuding a sense of ancient charm.

“Brother Qin, please come in,” Wen Bin invited, leading Qin Feng inside before heading straight toward the staircase.

They stopped before a room on the second floor. Wen Bin knocked, then pushed the door open.

Inside, Lin Wanting was curled up against the wall, trembling uncontrollably. Her beautiful eyes brimmed with helplessness and terror, tears streaming down her delicate, pale face as her slender body shook with fear.

Lin Wanting was well aware that many armed thugs must be gathered outside at this very moment. She wanted to escape but lacked the courage to step out the door, knowing all too well how difficult that would be.

Qin Feng walked slowly up to her and gently patted her shoulder.

“No... Don’t come any closer, don’t come near!” she whimpered.

“Wanting, it’s me,” Qin Feng soothed her softly.

She glanced up at him, and the moment she saw his face, her tears flooded forth like a breached dam. Overwhelmed by sorrow, she could no longer hold back her sobs. Clutching Qin Feng’s arm, she wept with gut-wrenching grief and utter misery.

“There, there. I’m here now. There’s nothing to fear, alright?” Qin Feng comforted her in a gentle voice.

She nodded obediently.

Suddenly, Wen Bin began to cough violently, blood spilling from his mouth.

“You deserve to die!” Qin Feng glared at Wen Bin, his eyes flashing with a deadly glint.

After steadying Lin Wanting, he strode slowly toward Wen Bin, a cold, predatory look in his eyes—like a beast ready to devour its prey.

“I... I...” Wen Bin swallowed hard under Qin Feng’s gaze, terror filling his eyes. He had never encountered such eyes before; they seemed capable of devouring one’s very soul.

Wen Bin nearly collapsed from fright, but he forced himself to stand, gritting his teeth. “You’d better not do anything rash!”

Qin Feng paused, then gave a cold, indifferent smile. “I told you, anyone who harms my friends must pay the price.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Feng raised his fist and brought it down with crushing force.

With a dull, sickening thud, Wen Bin’s head exploded like a watermelon, red and white matter streaming down.

At the same moment, a dagger plunged viciously into Wen Bin’s chest, pinning him to the wall in a grisly, blood-soaked death.

Lin Wanting screamed in horror at the sight, terrified by the brutality before her.

Qin Feng didn’t spare the corpse a glance. He pulled Lin Wanting into his arms, his voice gentle and reassuring: “Don’t be afraid, Wanting. I’m here. Everything will be alright as long as I’m here.”

He stroked her hair, his soft words working a quiet magic that soothed away her fear.

Gently, he patted her back, then took her hand and led her downstairs.

By the time they returned to the hotel, it was already five in the morning. Zhang Hu and the others had been informed of the events earlier and had wanted to come, but Qin Feng hadn’t allowed them to follow.

“Brother Feng!” Zhang Hu and his men hurried to greet him.

“Well? Have you found out who was behind this?” Qin Feng asked calmly.

“Those bastards have guts, kidnapping Miss Lin like that!” Zhang Hu cursed. He had already reviewed the surveillance footage and recorded each perpetrator’s face.

“Brother Feng, I’ve ordered everyone to seal off the area. Those mongrels won’t escape, not even with wings—they’re as good as caught!”

Qin Feng shook his head. “That won’t be necessary.”

At his words, the others exchanged puzzled glances. They’d thought he was setting a trap by letting the culprits try to escape, but it seemed he already knew they wouldn’t get far—he’d anticipated everything.

“Brother Feng,” Zhang Hu ventured, “those guys...?”

“They’re all dead,” Qin Feng replied coolly.

A hush fell over the group; shock and awe flashed in their eyes.

Qin Feng waved his hand dismissively. “That’s it for tonight. The rest—get in touch with the organizers, let them handle it.”

They all nodded.

Zhang Hu immediately contacted the local event organizers. The person on the other end was clearly surprised to receive a call at such a late hour—most people were deep in sleep by now.

But the news Zhang Hu relayed had the effect of banishing all traces of drowsiness. The organizer’s voice quivered with disbelief and urgency.

Zhang Hu gave a concise account of what had happened, finishing with, “Don’t worry—Brother Feng has already taken care of it. Not a single kidnapper escaped.”

There was a brief silence as the organizer digested the information, then a long sigh of relief. Gratitude and relief colored his tone. “Thank goodness Miss Lin is safe. Please convey our deepest thanks to Mr. Qin Feng. We’ll handle the aftermath carefully—no one will be troubled by this.”

After hanging up, Zhang Hu turned to Qin Feng to report, “Brother Feng, the organizers said they’ll take care of everything and they especially thanked you.”

Qin Feng nodded lightly, unconcerned with reputation or gratitude. “As long as Wanting is unharmed, nothing else matters.”

Lin Wanting still seemed a little dazed, but Qin Feng’s presence brought her comfort and calm. She looked up at him, gratitude and reliance shining in her eyes. “Qin Feng, thank you. If it weren’t for you...”

“Don’t say that, Wanting. You’re my friend—it’s my duty to protect you,” Qin Feng interrupted gently, unwilling to let her dwell on painful memories.

The night’s turmoil appeared to have settled, but in Qin Feng’s heart, unrest remained. Though the immediate crisis was over, he sensed deeper currents of danger beneath the surface. Those who dared target Lin Wanting surely had motives yet to be revealed, and he knew he would have to uncover the truth, piece by piece.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, spilling into every corner of the room and shedding a gentle warmth after the night’s storm.

With Qin Feng’s companionship, Lin Wanting gradually regained her composure and color returned to her face.

“Let’s go home tomorrow,” she murmured, gazing at the man beside her, her eyes filled with longing, affection, and a newfound resolve.

She had once dreamed of finding a husband who would cherish and protect her, of a lifetime of happiness together. But such dreams, she knew, were a rare and precious luxury.

So after the ordeal of last night, she clung tightly to Qin Feng’s hand, unwilling to ever let go.

“Alright, I’ll pack our things. I’ll go with you to sign those contracts in a bit, and we’ll leave first thing in the morning,” Qin Feng agreed. He, too, was eager to return home—for after all, this was a foreign land.