Mason Ming fell silent.
How could Mason Ming dare leave the house on Shunjiang Road now?
Who knows, maybe Mason Ming would get caught halfway out!
Jay Kee was secretly quite pleased.
Even though Mason Ming spent some money, as long as he didn't have to move out, it was fine.
"Alright, you stay here. I'll go back and make you some soup," Jay Kee said. "Don't worry, there's still enough for the medical bills. I took the driver's ID and license just now—if he dares not come back with the money, I'll go after him!"
"Mm." Mason Ming was feeling really down.
After all, Jay Kee was a straight guy. He didn't say anything else and just turned and left.
When Cherry Miller got home, she saw the neighbors busy making soup and couldn't help asking, "What's going on here?"
When Jay Kee saw Cherry Miller, he hurried out to complain, "Sis Cherry, you have no idea—I almost never got to see you again today!"
"What happened?" Cherry Miller saw Jay Kee about to cry and asked, "Did something happen?"
"It's all because of Quentin Chin! He was quiet for a while, so Mason Ming and I thought he'd given up. But today, as soon as we left the company, he sent people to kidnap us! Mason Ming refused and tried to run, but got hit by a car. Now he's in the hospital!" Jay Kee exaggerated, "We were just talking the other day about how we've been living here so long, it feels embarrassing, and maybe we should move out. But after all this, we handed all our money to the hospital and can't even pay you rent."
Cherry Miller's mouth twitched. "No need for rent. When I lent you the place, I never planned to charge you. How's Mason Ming?"
"His left leg is broken, and he has a concussion. The doctor said he needs a lot of rest, so I'm making soup for him." Jay Kee wiped his tears. "He doesn't have any family here. If I don't take care of him, who will?"
Cherry Miller nodded. "Is there enough money for the hospital?"
"For now, yes."
"Alright, I'll go to the hospital with you to see him," Cherry Miller nodded. "Let me change first."
"Okay, okay." Jay Kee finally smiled when he saw Cherry Miller wasn't kicking them out.
Just as Cherry Miller was about to go inside, she stopped and transferred ten thousand yuan to Jay Kee via mobile.
"Sis Cherry, I can't take this money," Jay Kee refused quickly.
"This isn't for you, it's for Mason Ming," Cherry Miller said calmly. "Use it to buy him something good to help him recover."
"Then I'll thank you on Mason Ming's behalf, Sis Cherry," Jay Kee said, going along with it.
Cherry Miller nodded and finally went inside.
Jay Kee looked at the ten thousand on his phone and thought, Sis Cherry really is a rich heiress—she can just send ten thousand yuan like it's nothing!
He couldn't even earn that much in a month!
Miss Miller is so soft-hearted, there's no way she'll kick them out now.
Mason Ming's leg injury really came at the right time...
Meanwhile, after leaving the hospital, Yina Yin made a call as she walked: "Is Quentin Chin just sitting around these days? It's time to give him something to do. Make arrangements—I want his leg. If he asks, tell him it's on my orders."
"Yes," Sherry Yuan replied simply on the other end of the line.
That night, Quentin Chin's left leg was broken.
And it was a clean break.
Quentin Chin lay in the hospital, furious: "What the hell happened? Why did the Yin family heiress target me?"
Quentin Chin's bodyguard shrank his neck, not daring to say a word.
Just an hour earlier, at Quentin Chin's house, a woman with a blank expression suddenly barged in, knocked out all his bodyguards, and, right in front of everyone, stomped and broke Quentin Chin's left leg. She left behind a cold message: "This leg is for the Yin family heiress. If you've got a problem, take it up with the Yin family."
With that, the woman left.
Everyone just watched her go. Not one dared to stop her!
Because they were all stunned by her words!
The Yin family heiress!
Yina Yin!
She wanted Quentin Chin's leg!
Quentin Chin was rushed to the hospital for surgery. The anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, and he was still trying to figure out how he'd provoked such a big shot.
"Mr. Chin... there's something I haven't had a chance to report yet," his subordinate stammered. "Today, when our men went to get Mason Ming, he accidentally got hit by a car and broke his leg..."
Quentin Chin gasped. "What did you say? Who did it? Dammit..."
He tried to get out of bed to hit someone, but realized he couldn't move. So he smashed everything on the table to the floor. "Who the hell told you to run Mason Ming over?"
"We didn't expect Mason Ming to be so stubborn—he practically threw himself at the car," the bodyguard said, shrinking his neck. "Mr. Chin, do you think it's because Mason Ming broke his leg that the Yin family heiress wanted yours?"
Quentin Chin suddenly calmed down.
It's not impossible.
But it doesn't make sense!
The Yin family heiress has a fiancé. Why would she stick up for some nobody singer?
To them, Mason Ming was just a plaything.
How could the proud heiress of the Yin family want his leg over some nobody?
Could there be some misunderstanding here?
Quentin Chin refused to believe Yina Yin went after him because of Mason Ming!
Either way, he’d now earned the Yin family heiress’s hatred—and that was bad news!
If word got out, his position in the Chin family might be threatened.
Quentin Chin was a seasoned middle-aged man. When something like this happened, the first thing he thought of was his own interests.
A broken leg was nothing—crossing the Yin family was the real disaster!
"Go find out what made the Yin family heiress so angry," Quentin Chin ordered. "And get Ryan King to help smooth things over. Why are you just standing there? Go!"
[Irrelevant system message skipped]
"Ah, yes, yes!" Quentin Chin's bodyguards hurried out of the hospital room.
Bodyguard A looked worried. "Do you think Mr. Chin is finished this time? Offending the Yin family—will the Chin family cut him loose to save themselves?"
Bodyguard B: "Shh, keep your voice down! Didn't you see how panicked Mr. Chin was? He wants us to get Ryan King to help smooth things over!"
Bodyguard C: "Getting in trouble with the Yin family over a nobody singer just isn't worth it!"
"Mr. Chin must be regretting it now, right?" Bodyguard A said, winking.
Bodyguard B and Bodyguard C both snickered.
The three of them quietly left.
They didn't meddle in their boss's affairs.
But they still had to carry out his orders.
They found Ryan King and asked him to help smooth things over.
Ryan King was stunned when he heard the news.
Raging for love?
What nonsense is that?
Love? What love? No one could compare to my buddy Gu Miao!
So Ryan King had his people dig up the latest gossip. When he got the news, he was speechless.
It really was a rage for love!
Ryan King called Yina Yin. "Nuo, Quentin Chin just asked me to smooth things over—he said he accidentally offended you."
"No need," Yina Yin said coldly. "I want him to know that anyone under my protection is off-limits. Who gave him the guts to go after my people? Does he think the Yin family is easy to bully?"
"Hey, Nuo, what's the deal with that singer Mason Ming? You can't really have a thing for him, right? Don't do anything to betray my buddy Gu Miao!" Ryan King gossiped.
"I'm not that shallow," Yina Yin snapped. "Tell Quentin Chin this is just a warning. If he goes after Mason Ming again, next time it won't just be his leg—it'll be the whole Chin family!"
"You got it!" Ryan King hung up and relayed the message to Quentin Chin, adding, "Mr. Chin, you've weathered storms before, so you should know: you watch the owner before you hit the dog. No matter what Mason Ming used to be, if he's caught our eye, he's under our protection. If you keep causing trouble, are you after Mason Ming, or are you trying to slap the Yin family in the face?"
When Quentin Chin heard those words, he was scared out of his wits!
He didn’t dare think about Mason Ming anymore.
Mason Ming was just a nobody singer!
Nothing was more important than threats from the Yin and King families.
If Quentin Chin hadn’t broken his leg, he’d probably be crawling over to apologize to Yina Yin right now!
Breaking his leg finally cooled Quentin Chin's overheated brain.
He thought it over, then slapped himself hard across the face.
Why couldn't he have picked someone else to mess with?
Why did he have to mess with the Yin family?
"Mr. Chin... should we still go after Mason Ming?" his bodyguard asked cautiously.
"Find him? Are you trying to get killed?" Quentin Chin snapped. "Get out! All of you, out!"
The bodyguards hurried out.
With that, Ryan King now knew about Mason Ming, so he went straight to Cherry Miller's house. "Sis Cherry!" he called at the door.
"Huh? What brings you here?" Cherry Miller looked at Ryan King in surprise.
"You and Nuo have been living here lately, huh?" Ryan King glanced around, then flopped onto the sofa. "Guess I'll move in too."
"Didn't your family have things arranged for you?" Cherry Miller asked with a smile, pouring Ryan King a glass of water.
"That doesn't mean I can't stay here! There are plenty of rooms, right? My dear Sis Cherry, let me crash here! It's boring by myself." Ryan King lowered his voice, "Plus, I want to see what makes that singer Mason Ming so special—what could get Nuo, who never cares about anything, to step in and teach Quentin Chin a lesson?"
Cherry Miller had already heard about Quentin Chin's leg being broken by Sherry Yuan. She smiled and said, "Sure, as long as you don't mind the crowd, move in."