Chapter Seventy-Five: Let Him Be Your Hero This chapter is dedicated as an extra update to those who gifted the tourmaline diamond.

He seemed insatiable, as if he could never kiss me enough. Though I was breathless, I was utterly lost in his world, until a sudden clap of thunder resounded outside.

“What are you doing?” came a shout.

I pushed Luo Ange away and looked toward the door, where a man stood clutching the frame, barely able to hold himself upright.

Du Fanchuan pointed at us in anguish and disbelief, “You… you… Wu You, how could you? Wu You, how can you be so shameless?”

The man who once betrayed me now called me shameless.

I made no move, but Luo Ange leapt up, lunging at him. I didn’t even see his hands move, only saw Du Fanchuan collapse to the floor, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Luo Ange, like a furious lion, bent down, seized Du Fanchuan by the collar and spat, teeth clenched, “What right do you have to call her shameless?”

Du Fanchuan looked at me, his eyes brimming with tears.

I rushed over and threw my arms around Luo Ange from behind, sobbing and pleading with him not to hit.

His body was rigid as iron. I clung to his waist, pressed my face against his back, and begged him again and again to stop.

Gradually, he relaxed and turned to hold me in his arms.

His chest heaved violently, and I felt the pounding of his heart. In that moment, I thought, perhaps he wasn’t as twisted as I’d believed.

I dragged Luo Ange to sit on the bed. Du Fanchuan struggled to his feet, trembling. I hurried to help him, but he brushed me off impatiently.

His shove sent me crashing into the wall. He staggered back, shaking all over, and pointed at Luo Ange by the bed. “Yi Lanshan, no wonder you wouldn’t marry me, no wonder… Is it because of him? Did he force you?”

A man like Luo Ange could not abide being accused or questioned. He charged over, fist raised, ready to strike.

Du Fanchuan gave a twisted, almost deranged laugh. “Go on, hit me! You’d better kill me, or even if I die, I’ll marry Wu You one way or another!”

Luo Ange shoved me aside—I truly feared he would cripple Du Fanchuan.

A man who abandoned me for his mistress, only to be abandoned by her in turn, how could he be ruined just as his former lover was finding happiness?

Feigning a stumble, I crashed into a chair, clutching my stomach and crying out in pain. Luo Ange, who had already rushed at Du Fanchuan, stopped abruptly, spun around, and scooped me into his arms, worry etched across his face. “Where did you hurt yourself? Let me see.”

For an instant, something strange flickered in my heart—perhaps, just perhaps, he cared for me, even if only a little.

But I had no time to be sure, because Du Fanchuan came at us like a madman, something glinting coldly in his hand. Instinctively, I shoved Luo Ange aside.

But Luo Ange was too quick—he swept me up, shielding me with his body.

The supposedly limited-edition wine bottle came crashing down on Luo Ange’s back with a sickening thud.

Zhu Bang and Amu burst into the room. In an instant, they had Du Fanchuan wrestled to the ground, pinning him as they began to beat him.

I tried to intervene, but Luo Ange held me back, watching the scene unfold with cold detachment.

He gave no signal to stop, and so Zhu Bang and Amu did not relent.

Du Fanchuan curled into a ball, clutching his head, yet he was laughing.

I knew what he was laughing at. I tugged at Luo Ange, but he only held me tighter, pressing my head against his chest so I could not see.

I wrenched myself free, flinging myself onto Du Fanchuan to shield him. A fist landed on my back, sending stars exploding before my eyes.

Luo Ange shouted for them to stop, striding over to loom above us.

Du Fanchuan, barely conscious, sheltered me behind him and shouted at Luo Ange, “If you have the guts, kill me! Using a woman as an excuse—what kind of man are you?”

Luo Ange looked past him, fixing his cold eyes on me. “If you care so much for him, let him be your hero.”

With that, he left, taking his men with him.

I helped Du Fanchuan to his feet, and seeing his bruised and battered face, a wave of sorrow crashed over me. Unable to hold back, I burst into tears.