The gigolo kept by the matriarch turned out to be the heir to a wealthy family.

Chapter 242 Identity Exposed

His hands were already useless and bleeding profusely. He felt like he was going to die. However, he could never forget the scene he saw there: wildflowers covering the mountains and fields, rare and precious herbs everywhere, and piles of gold and silver. He thought he was dreaming, but the real touch was unmistakable. What he saw was reality!

Hearing Yun Yao's voice, he came back to his senses. Looking at the bag she was putting away, Su Feng was shocked. He vaguely remembered that Yun Yao said she was going to throw him into a bag before he fainted that day. This must be the bag.

At this moment, Su Feng could no longer look Yun Yao in the eye. His eyes were full of flattery. He crawled on his knees in front of Yun Yao and reached out to grab her trouser leg.

"Grandma, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. Please spare my life for the sake of me being Su Yuchen's second brother!" Su Feng cried, tears streaming down his face.

Just as his hand was about to touch Yun Yao's trouser leg, Yun Yao immediately put her raised foot down, her disdain quite obvious.

Su Feng's expression froze for a moment, then he continued crawling forward.

"Yun Yao, I was really wrong. From now on, I promise to follow your lead!"

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Yun Yao's eyes as she turned her chair around, her back to Su Feng.

"Here's a mirror for you. Take a good look at yourself. Do you... deserve it?" Yun Yao threw a hand mirror in front of him.

Su Feng knelt on the ground like a stray dog. When he looked down at himself in the mirror, his hesitant gaze suddenly became firm.

He was on the verge of losing his life, but after consuming the spiritual herbs grown in Yun Yao's bag, not only did the wounds on his hands heal, but his appearance also became younger and more handsome.

And... that old hag Bu Lanying didn't bring the ransom that day. This shows that the old hag had given up on him. Doesn't that mean he has nothing left?

No! No! He absolutely will not allow this! He deserves to be superior!

If... he were to take the bag in Yun Yao's hand for himself, not only would the small Su family be honored, but the entire world would have to respect him as Second Master Su!

Thinking of this, a sinister glint flashed in Su Feng's eyes, and his right hand slowly tightened its grip on the mirror.

At this moment, Yun Yao, with her back to him, smiled.

Heaven's will! This is legitimate self-defense!

"Yun Yao, go to hell!" Su Feng shouted, smashing the mirror in his hand towards Yun Yao's head.

Yun Yao's expression remained calm and composed, but her hands, hanging by her sides, had gathered enough power. She was certain that with just one move, she could send this bastard to his grave!

But along with Su Feng's stern shout came a loud shattering sound of glass breaking.

The wind and snow howled in, and the office was shrouded in a terrifying darkness. Yun Yao's eyes darkened slightly, and when she turned around, she was almost blinded by the scene before her.

A man dressed in a black robe and wearing a silver half-face mask had his left hand behind his back and his right hand gripping Su Feng's neck. His long, slender, white fingers gradually tightened, and before Su Feng could struggle or protest, he pulled hard and the man in his hand died.

With a wave of his hand, the corpse on the ground disappeared. Without offering any explanation, he turned to leave.

"Stop!" Yun Yao called out to him.

The man froze, stopping in his tracks.

"turn around."

But the man did not move.

Yun Yao wasn't in a hurry, and walked up to him.

She slightly raised her chin and sized up the man in front of her.

The silver mask gleamed coldly, just like him, making people feel intimidated. But even Yun Yao was amazed by the lower half of his face that wasn't covered by the mask.

Meeting those beautiful eyes brimming with tenderness and longing, Yun Yao's expression shifted slightly, momentarily taken aback.

Seeing her lost in thought, the man felt a pang of emotion, but the next second, disappointment enveloped him once more.

"The new year has brought me quite a few surprises. Qiao Yunan, you are a demonic cultivator, and a very powerful one at that," Yun Yao said with a cool expression.

The aura of arrogance emanating from him was so strong that even if his face were disfigured, Yun Yao would still recognize him. She just didn't know why he was being so mysterious.

Qiao Yunan tried to detect even the slightest abnormality in Yun Yao's expression, but... nothing came of it.

A bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but it quickly vanished. He raised his hand and removed the mask, which shattered into dust in his palm.

Compared to before, he is now even more stunning, but Yun Yao is well aware that the more alluring something is, the more dangerous it is.

"Seeing how travel-worn you are, you must have come from afar. Since you dare to appear before me in your true form, you must know my identity. Aren't you afraid... that I, the god, will kill you?" Yun Yao's tone rose, carrying a hint of allure.

Qiao Yunan's eyes regained their usual cold arrogance as he glanced at Yun Yao.

"Is Miss Yun such an ungrateful person? I just dealt with the people who wanted to kill you."

His battle with the Heavenly Dao was kept out of the crowd. Even Yu Kong, who stayed up all night, would not be able to return for several days. The first thing he did upon returning to the capital was to test Su Feng's aura, but he found nothing.

It wasn't until a few minutes ago that he caught sight of Su Feng's murderous intent. Even though he knew Yun Yao wouldn't be in any danger, he still couldn't bear to watch someone hurt her, even at the cost of... exposing his identity.

Yun Yao's eyes widened slightly, and she looked at Qiao Yunan with some confusion.

"That's it?"

"Otherwise? Miss Yun, do you think I should do something else?"

The wariness in Yun Yao's eyes did not dissipate; on the contrary, it intensified.

"Qiao Yunan, what is your relationship with the Lord of Demonic Cultivation?"

"I don't know him." With that, he disappeared from the spot.

Yun Yao was left alone to endure the wind and snow outside, her clothes fluttering and her long, black hair flowing in the wind.

Qiao Yunan was so well hidden that even she didn't notice. He was a demonic cultivator, but she didn't sense any killing intent from him just now. Moreover, putting everything else aside, he seemed more like someone who came to save her.

With such formidable strength, one would certainly not be an unknown figure in the Demon Realm.

Qiao Yunan, who exactly are you?

Qiao Yunan, who had already left, stood on the rooftop of W International. The mask that should have shattered into dust reappeared in his palm. His eyes were slightly lowered, and a look of pain flashed across his face.

"You still haven't remembered." His voice was very low.

……

After Su Feng disappeared for several days, Bu Lanying, who hadn't taken the matter seriously at first, finally panicked. She sent everyone in the Su family out to search for Su Feng's whereabouts, while Su Weiwen was also pacing anxiously at home.

"Mom, is something wrong with Feng'er?" Su Weiwen asked worriedly.

Bu Lanying's complexion was also not good, as if she hadn't rested well for several days.

For some reason, these past few nights, every time she closes her eyes, she dreams of Su Feng, covered in blood, returning to take her life! It's such a bad omen!

But the thought of the ransom still made her feel guilty.

After all, Yun Yao had called and said that a ransom would be paid before releasing him. If something really happened to Su Feng, it would be related to her, the only person in the know.

"Su Weiwen, stop spinning me! You're making me dizzy!" Bu Lanying tried her best to hide her panic.