Jiang Feifei was still her opponent, and with Di Mingjue joining in, she would be subdued and taken away by the two of them.
Compared to the disaster of imprisonment, Jiang Feifei would rather live a life of constant fear and hiding.
Taking out a prepared handkerchief, Jiang Feifei aimed it at Ye Ziyu's nose and mouth.
The handkerchief was laced with a soporific; inhaling the fumes would cause unconsciousness.
Ye Ziyu felt everything before her blur, and the sound of chaotic footsteps grew louder.
"Ziyu!" Di Mingjue arrived in the room at the end, turning on the light to find Ye Ziyu lying on the floor.
Feeling her body being shaken, Ye Ziyu smelled Di Mingjue's presence. She tried to open her eyes to respond, but her eyelids were too heavy, refusing to lift.
Her body suddenly lifted, and Ye Ziyu felt a jolt before losing all sensation.
...
Ye Shaoting, dressed in casual clothes, walked out of the living room carrying a trash bag.
A servant immediately stepped forward, "Young Master, let me take that trash."
"No need, it's convenient for me to dispose of it on my way out," Ye Shaoting said, avoiding the servant's outstretched hand.
Seeing him in casual wear and sneakers, the servant casually asked, "Young Master, are you going for a run?"
"Mm," Ye Shaoting replied and then left the Ye residence.
He leisurely walked to the trash can by the entrance, opened the lid, and threw the trash in. He then turned to look back at the Ye residence and took out his phone from his pocket.
The light from the screen illuminated his cheeks, and Ye Shaoting's expression was grim.
"Mr. Ye!"
A shout came from ahead.
Ye Shaoting didn't look up immediately. He put away his phone and walked forward slowly, hands in his pockets.
After moving away from the Ye residence, he saw Jiang Feifei crouching behind the bushes.
"Do you know what you are doing right now?"
Ye Ziyu and Di Mingjue could appear at any moment. How dare she come here to meet him.
Jiang Feifei stood up from the bushes and leaped in front of Ye Shaoting, "I drugged Ye Ziyu."
"What did you say?" Ye Shaoting raised an eyebrow, questioning her with a look of surprised confusion.
After Jiang Feifei roughly recounted the night's events, she moved closer to Ye Shaoting excitedly, "I have no other way out. Only you can help me now. If even you abandon me, I will die."
Ye Shaoting recoiled with disgust, unwilling to have any contact with her, and actively created distance between them.
"Your actions show no sign of desperation," Ye Shaoting sneered. "Do you think you'll always be safe by appearing here and constantly trying to get Ye Ziyu's attention?"
It was only now that he realized how Ye Ziyu had cornered Jiang Feifei. She was, in a word, foolish. Acting on impulse without any planning or foresight.
Sooner or later, he would be implicated by her stupidity.
Ye Shaoting took an envelope from his pocket. He had prepared it earlier, anticipating that Jiang Feifei would suddenly appear before him one day.
He tossed the envelope in front of her, and Jiang Feifei stared at him blankly.
"Here is ten thousand. Take this money and leave Sijiu City overnight. Once you've settled down, I'll send someone to give you another sum of money. As long as you don't cause any more trouble, it will guarantee you a comfortable life until old age," Ye Shaoting said.
This money was essentially payment for her efforts during this period. Although she hadn't been very useful, she had helped him persuade Gu Xiuyu.
Jiang Feifei touched the envelope and asked disbelievingly, "Are you paying me to leave?"
"You don't have to take the money if you don't want it," Ye Shaoting said, reaching out to take the envelope back.
With no savings at hand, Jiang Feifei certainly wouldn't reject more money. She clutched the envelope, a hint of unwillingness lingering, "Are you asking me to leave the SS organization?"
"You can think of it that way," Ye Shaoting replied ambiguously.