The main gate of the Huo Residence was guarded by over a dozen bodyguards.
As car after car pulled up and stopped, their eyes widened in disbelief.
When Zhao Ziling stepped out of one of the vehicles, they assumed no one else would be arriving.
Though they weren’t entirely sure what was happening, they knew it had something to do with the ongoing conflict between the madam and the young master.
The bodyguards called the butler, who relayed Huo Tingshen’s message.
Zhao Ziling stood right in front of the security team, hearing every word loud and clear.
Rage shot straight to the top of her skull.
Did he really think she gave a damn about stepping foot in this godforsaken Huo Residence?
If begging didn’t work, then force it would be.
She turned back to her car and popped open the front trunk.
Inside lay an array of self-defense weapons—all prepared by Huo Tingshen himself.
Because she hated being shadowed by bodyguards, she had protested relentlessly until he finally withdrew them.
His only condition? If she ever found herself in danger, she was to protect herself at all costs.
"If someone dies, the responsibility is mine."
In the safety of Jingbei, no one had ever truly threatened her—except Huo Tingshen.
Now, those weapons would finally serve their purpose.
Dressed in a striking red dress, the alluring woman brandished a large blade and turned to the others who cared about Lin Mo.
"Come pick your weapons. Today, we slaughter that bastard Huo Tingshen!"
If the bodyguards fought tooth and nail to stop them, she wouldn’t be able to break through alone.
But together? They stood a chance.
For a split second, everyone froze at the sight of Zhao Ziling.
Shen Ji'an was the first to react, sprinting over.
Then came Shen Yihan, Jiang Tang, Zhao Zixin, and Uncle Fang—who already carried an electric baton but wasn’t about to turn down extra firepower.
Zhang Shuo, slowed by his bulk, brought up the rear.
Each grabbed at least two weapons without hesitation, arming themselves in seconds.
Zhao Ziling wielded her large blade in one hand and a secondary weapon in the other.
Seven people, armed to the teeth, advanced on the bodyguards.
The glint of cold steel nearly blinded the security team.
What the hell is going on this time?
Is this really necessary?
Though the group carried real weapons, the rigorously trained bodyguards weren’t intimidated.
Exchanging glances, they settled on a strategy: disarm them without causing harm.
After all, this was clearly a domestic dispute between the madam and the young master.
Hurting her or her friends would only bring disaster upon themselves.
As the seven charged forward, the bodyguards remained composed, ready to act.
But just as they prepared to engage—
A fleet of cars screeched to a halt.
Doors flew open.
Dozens of burly bodyguards poured out, their synchronized footsteps pounding like heavy rain.
The Huo Residence security team: "..."
Nanny Wang’s shrill scream jolted Huo Tingshen from his seat.
Perfect.
The elite circles of Jingbei had truly lost their minds.
First, someone sneaked into the Huo Residence—now, people were openly storming in with an armed entourage?
Who the hell had the audacity to disregard the Huo family like this?
The Huo name had kept a low profile in recent years, but apparently, outsiders had mistaken their restraint for weakness.
Huo Tingshen’s fury burned so intensely it felt tangible, his face dark as iron.
He strode toward the study door—
Only for it to burst open before he reached it.
A crowd surged inside, nearly breaking the door off its hinges.
Huo Tingshen instinctively retreated, veins throbbing at his temples.
Meanwhile, Lin Mo—perched like a spider on the ceiling—brightened at Nanny Wang’s cry, though confusion flickered in her eyes.
A whole group?
Who’s here?
The first three to barge in answered her question:
—The so-called "Buddha of Jingbei," Xie Guanyan, gripping a curved blade in one hand and an unidentified spray in the other.
—Shen Ji'an, dual-wielding razor-sharp tactical knives.
—Jiang Tang, armed with an electric baton and another mystery canister.
All three squeezed through the door simultaneously, none yielding an inch.
"Sis!"
"Sis!"
"Lin Mo!"
Their voices overlapped—but their eyes found no trace of her.
Only Huo Tingshen and a cluster of petrified maids.
Nanny Wang, quickest to react, dropped into a crouch, covering her head. "I didn’t do anything! Nothing at all!"
Huo Tingshen: "..."
The trio’s gazes sliced into him like blades.
Shen Yihan reined in his temper, voice icy. "Where is my sister?"
Shen Ji'an stepped forward, knives at the ready.
Even the usually composed Jiang Tang lost control, thrusting her pepper spray forward.
Then, a voice rang out from above.
"I’m up here!"
Three heads snapped upward.
Lin Mo’s flawless, vibrant face peered down at them from the ceiling.
Relief washed over them—
But Jiang Tang’s finger had already pressed down on the spray.
Huo Tingshen dodged too late.
Tears streamed from his eyes as the searing heat hit.
He barely stifled a scream, hands clamping over his face.
Just as he mustered the fury to roar—
A blur of red shot past him.
Zhao Ziling, swinging a gleaming broadsword.
Huo Tingshen: "............"
"Lin Mo!"
Zhao Ziling, never one for exercise, lagged behind as the fourth to arrive.
Lin Mo’s gaze dropped from the blade in her friend’s right hand to the object in her left—
A glittering, neon-colored… dildo.
Lin Mo: "???"
Not spotting Lin Mo immediately, Zhao Ziling swung the blade at Huo Tingshen’s blinded form.
"You bastard! I’ll end you!"
Huo Tingshen, vision blurred but reflexes intact, barely evaded the strike.
Had he been slower, that blade would have cleaved into him.
Fantastic.
First adultery, now attempted uxoricide.
What an outstanding wife he had!
His face contorted in rage, but the pepper spray had seeped into his nose and throat, choking his words.
The irony? He’d personally sourced that extra-potent spray for Zhao Ziling.
"Zhao Ziling!" Lin Mo’s voice cut through from above.
The second swing never landed.
Zhao Ziling looked up, tears instantly welling at the sight of Lin Mo unharmed.
"Lin Mo! Are you okay?"
Lin Mo’s lips twitched. "I’m fine, but—your hand—"
Zhao Ziling lifted the blade. "This? If anything had happened to you, I was ready to castrate him!"
Lin Mo squeezed her eyes shut, praying the other object was a hallucination. "And replace it with… that?"
Zhao Ziling blinked, then glanced at her left hand.
Zhao Ziling: "..."
Zhao Ziling: "............"
SCREAAAAAM!
She’d bought that thing on a whim after stumbling into an adult shop during a shopping trip.
It had looked amusing at the time, but she knew Huo Tingshen would throw a fit if he saw it.
So she’d left it in the car’s front trunk.
In the chaos of arming up, she’d grabbed it without a second thought.
In other words, she had just charged forward with a broadsword in one hand and a fake... thing in the other?
Just kill me now!
Zhao Ziling was so embarrassed that every hair on her body stood on end. She immediately tossed the items into a corner and played dumb, "What? I have no idea what you're talking about."
Of course, she wouldn’t actually die—Lin Mo was perfectly fine.
As long as she wasn’t embarrassed, the embarrassment belonged to someone else!
Earlier, everyone had been too worried about Lin Mo to notice what weapons others were holding.
The "Buddha of the Capital" immediately covered Shen Ji'an's eyes.
But he still accidentally locked eyes with Jiang Tang.
Both of them quickly looked away.
Huo Tingshen forced his eyes open and demanded coldly, "What the hell was that?"
Zhao Ziling snatched Jiang Tang’s spray and aimed it at him again, "Get lost, you bastard!"
Huo Tingshen nearly died from the pain, his teeth grinding so hard they might shatter.
At that moment, Zhao Zixin rushed in, followed closely by Uncle Fang and Zhang Shuo.
Zhang Shuo, being too overweight to run fast, was carried by Uncle Fang to protect him from getting hit.
This slowed both of them down considerably.
Zhao Zixin tripped in her excitement, also lagging behind.
Lin Mo looked down at the crowd—everyone had come armed to rescue her.
Her heart melted instantly.
How wonderful, to be loved by so many people.
But the next second, she realized her strength was completely spent. Her limbs trembled, and she could no longer hold on. "Ah—!"
In an instant, she lost her grip and plummeted downward.
The Huo Residence had high ceilings.
Earlier, driven by sheer survival instinct, Lin Mo had scrambled all the way up to the top.
Now, she closed her eyes peacefully.
One narrow escape after another.
This fall would either cripple her or leave her bedridden for months!
Yet, a second later, she felt no pain.
Instead, she was caught by a pair of strong, steady arms.
A familiar, cool fragrance drifted into her senses.
Lin Mo opened her eyes and turned her head.
There, filling her vision, was a breathtakingly handsome face with a small mole gracing the tip of his nose.
"Xie Guanyan?!"
