Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 453 - 451: "Come on, Take Me Out.

"Fu Jingsheng!" Gu Chu’s eyes widened, her entire body shaking with anger: "If this doesn’t get done right, I’m going to die!"

Fu Jingsheng’s eyes were cold and composed: "What’s it got to do with me?"

Gu Chu: "You owe me."

Due to a mission, Fu Jingsheng’s body had issues, and Gu Chu shared his rare blood type.

Gu Chu gave him a lot of blood.

Essentially, she saved Fu Jingsheng’s life.

"Anything that involves my sister." His gaze was cold and defiant, speaking each word clearly: "I have no principles, no limits."

"You should know, I have no heart."

His tone was quiet, filled with bone-chilling coldness.

Yes, Fu Jingsheng had no heart; he never hesitated in his actions and missions.

He seemed to lack even a hint of compassion, his whole demeanor chilling.

One could say, he was a ruthless devil who pursued his goals relentlessly, yet he had his own pursuits, his own limits.

Living wantonly, a dashing young man admired by many.

Gu Chu clenched her hands tightly, eyes fixed on Fu Jingsheng: "And me? Are you just going to watch me die?"

The woman’s eyes reddened, tears welling up.

Her tone was filled with sorrow and despair: "Should I just go and die?"

She was simply someone trying to live, struggling to survive, but forced to choose.

Now, even her chance to live was being strangled.

Fu Jingsheng loosened Gu Chu’s collar slightly, his brows remained cold, his tone dropping a few notches: "Gu Chu, why can’t you see clearly?"

The young man stared at her face: "People must take responsibility for their actions; life or death is in one’s own hands. If you make a mistake, bear it if you can, bear it even if you can’t, you can’t blame others."

He slightly straightened, looking down at Gu Chu, eyes full of untamed arrogance: "You want to live, fine, but if you’re after my sister’s life, no way."

His lips curled into a cold smile: "Unless, you first step over my corpse."

Life and death are determined by fate, it’s all about ability.

If you want to target Song Yi, you have to get past me first.

Can Gu Chu really have the skill to kill Fu Jingsheng, making her capture Song Yi possible?

Gu Chu choked for a moment.

How could she possibly take Fu Jingsheng’s life? At this moment, her heart felt like it was being stabbed.

The tangled emotions pressed down on her, suffocating her.

Her whole body trembled, she turned her head slightly, gritted her teeth: "You’re really forcing me."

"If I die, one day the organization will have you carry out this task." Gu Chu: "Then, your life and her life, what would you choose?"

Fu Jingsheng: "I won’t stay in that place forever. I don’t follow anyone’s command or orders."

He spoke word by word, arrogantly: "Everyone is just a stepping stone for me." Once the skills are mastered, they’re completely dismissible.

Why depend on others? He’s an ambitious person.

"Aren’t you afraid I’ll expose you right now..." Gu Chu’s tone was cold, mocking.

Fu Jingsheng: "Go ahead."

He tugged at his collar, feeling a bit hot, sneered: "See who the organization believes?"

At this point, Gu Chu’s heart felt twisted with pain.

She thought Fu Jingsheng was sympathetic, thought he might at least show some compassion, yet he didn’t.

He was purely cold-hearted, from the day he joined the T Organization, he stepped in with a guarded mind, and no one could enter his heart.

Fu Jingsheng was a genius—high IQ, high EQ, sly and cunning—he appreciated talents who could oppose him.

"Today, I’m leaving my words here, if you want to touch my sister, get through me first."

As for the others, he didn’t care, he only cared about Song Yi.

Gu Chu: "Do you really think I don’t dare to make a move against you?"

"Come." Fu Jingsheng displayed a fearless and brazen stance with one word.

Then added: "Finish me off, and there’s Tang Si waiting for you."

"He’s much more ruthless than me." Fu Jingsheng’s lips curled into a smile: "Do you have what it takes to try?"

Gu Chu was breathing heavily in anger but didn’t seem to intend to abandon her plan for today.

Fu Jingsheng remained silent, his gaze deepening a bit.

He raised his hand, snapped his fingers in front of her eyes: "Sleep."

As a doctor, he had countless poisons; unnoticed, giving her a dose was really no difficulty.

He was also an informant, a hacker, and a fighter.

He was full of skills and bravery, wherever he went he was fearless.

Otherwise, why would anyone think someone his age could mix so well in a deep and dangerous organization?

In Fu Jingsheng’s world, there were only losses or wins.

He never belonged to anyone, never belonged to any organization, he was solitary.

He could hide well within the organization, express his loyalty, maintain his position by carrying out dangerous tasks risking serious injury.

Even to the brink of death.

He was ruthless, not visible from his appearance; that ruthlessness was deeply ingrained in his bones, penetrating his marrow, born with rebellion.

A person like Fu Jingsheng carried out every task with intense purpose, never resting until his goals were achieved.

So he did everything to the extreme; to protect himself, he acquired his skills, starting as a hacker, then an informant in the organization, later a fighter, and after being constantly injured, a genius doctor.

Whatever he needed, he went and got himself.

...

On the other side.

Song Nuan followed the old man to the alley entrance and sensed something was wrong; she turned around to run.

The old man suddenly straightened his hunched body, tore off his mask, revealing a young man.

He grabbed Song Nuan’s shoulder as she struggled to flee.

Suddenly, she was pulled back: "Ah!"

A sharp pain shot through her foot, causing her to stumble.

"Where do you think you’re going? You’ve come this far, do you really think you can get away?"

Song Nuan took a deep breath, forcing herself not to panic, not to lose her composure.

"Who are you?"

"Don’t bother with who I am, just come with me." As he finished, the man attempted to force her into the car.

"Da da da—" Suddenly, footsteps sounded overhead, seemingly accompanied by a chilling wind.

He abruptly raised his head; a man jumped down from the wall, his legs clamped around his head and twisted gently.

"Crack—" a sound.

Quick, precise, brutal—the man fell to the ground.

Song Nuan breathed heavily, panic-stricken, staring at the scene before her in a daze.

The man who jumped off the wall was Lu Yan.

He stood up from the ground, glanced at Song Nuan, her eyes filled with fear.

"Scared?" The man was silhouetted against the sun, his outline blurry, yet like a god descending.

This voice was steady and hoarse, extraordinarily charming and alluring.

Song Nuan, despite her fright, shook her head: "Thank you."

"It was needed."