Top-tier Unruly Master

At this moment, the police had already intervened. Qin Manshu had just been frightened again, so after Ding Fan changed into a clean set of clothes, he took Qin Manshu and left the place directly.

Although Ding Fan was involved, according to procedure, he needed to be taken to the police station for some statements. However, after revealing Qin Manshu's identity, these matters were all waived.

The Qin family is one of the Four Great Families of Huaxia, and Dancheng is where the Qin family started their rise, so their prestige in the area is quite high.

Since Qin Manshu's car had been shot and exploded, Ding Fan had no choice but to share a ride with her.

Qin Manshu was indeed scared and sat very close to Ding Fan throughout the journey.

Before this incident, Ding Fan always felt that Qin Manshu was like a gentle and elegant princess, with a noble temperament and refined manners...

However, looking at Qin Manshu now, her face somewhat pale and clinging close to him, Ding Fan realized that this noble princess was also just a girl.

Ding Fan did not go straight back, but found a coffee shop instead.

Qin Manshu's spirits were still highly strung, and Ding Fan needed to help her relax. If he did not help Qin Manshu regain her composure today, this event could potentially leave a shadow in her heart.

To avoid being disturbed, Ding Fan chose a private room.

Ding Fan didn't like coffee, so he ordered a juice, while Qin Manshu chose a cup of plain bitter coffee.

After Qin Manshu took a sip of the coffee, her spirits finally started to relax gradually.

Actually, with both gunfire and a pursuit happening earlier, not just Qin Manshu but even Xu Rui, who had thicker nerves, would probably find it unbearable.

"Give me your hand," Ding Fan said to Qin Manshu at this moment.

Although Qin Manshu's spirits had already eased, Ding Fan still needed to use a stream of True Qi to help her completely relax.

Qin Manshu was slightly startled, not understanding what Ding Fan intended to do.

However, Qin Manshu did not refuse, extending her hand directly to him.

In her heart, Ding Fan was not an unpleasant boy. He had a pleasant scent about him, and she could feel a tranquility when she was with him that was hard to find on normal days.

Subconsciously, she did not reject Ding Fan. Besides, Qin Manshu did not think Ding Fan was a lecherous man; he must have his reasons for wanting her to extend her hand.

Ding Fan gently lifted Qin Manshu's right hand.

Her fingers were long and delicate, feeling very smooth to the touch, as round and lustrous as precious jade. Her tender and translucent little hands were like tender onions.

One could say that Qin Manshu's hands were perfect. If her fingers were too slender, they would lack a tactile experience; if too thick, they would lose their aesthetic appeal.

But Qin Manshu's fingers possessed the beauty of Slim Jade Hands and felt full to the hold, even Ding Fan had a hard time letting go.

Ding Fan gathered his concentration and then slowly injected a stream of True Qi into Qin Manshu's body...

When Ding Fan gently clasped her hand in his palm, Qin Manshu's little heart couldn't help but speed up, and her cheeks blushed with a trace of crimson.

It must be known that Qin Manshu had never been intimately touched by a stranger like this before...

Slightly anxious at first, Qin Manshu looked up and saw Ding Fan's focused expression. Although she did not know what he was doing, Qin Manshu knew that Ding Fan must have his reasons.

Just then, a warmth spread from Ding Fan's palm, a sensation that made one feel like they were basking in the spring breeze.

Ding Fan's hands were firm, warm.

Some say that holding hands is a miniature hug; at that moment, Qin Manshu felt her whole body warm and comfortable.

That feeling was one of returning to a pure self; it was forgetting all worldly troubles and finding peace at heart.

Qin Manshu greatly enjoyed this sensation, luxuriating in it with her eyes closed.

She did not know how much time had passed. Just as she was still basking in the warmth Ding Fan had imparted, she heard a gentle cough coming from him.

Qin Manshu was taken aback. As she opened her eyes, Ding Fan gently squeezed her little hand before letting go.

Qin Manshu's face immediately turned red. Ding Fan had probably wanted to let go, but then he saw how much she was enjoying it.

Qin Manshu felt so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into. Enjoying being held by a man was, in Qin Manshu's view, incredibly shameful.

"I've found out who those thugs are. They're from the Restoration Organization in Myanmar," Ding Fan, sensing Qin Manshu's embarrassment, shifted the conversation to today's events.

"Myanmar's Restoration Organization?" Upon hearing this name, Qin Manshu was slightly stunned. It was the first time she had ever heard of it. If Ding Fan hadn't mentioned the name of this organization, she might have never known for her whole life that such an organization existed in this world.

"I don't know these people. Why would they want to kill me?" Qin Manshu asked, puzzled.

Ding Fan pondered for a moment, and then said, "Do you know Qin Qingwu?"

Qin Qingwu? A solemn expression flitted across Qin Manshu's face.

Qin Qingwu was Old Master Qin's second son, and in terms of relationship, he was Manshu's Second Brother Qin. Previously, most of the Qin family's business was managed by him.

However, after Old Master Qin was cured of his vegetative state by Ding Fan's pill, he divided Qin's Group from Qin Qingwu's control and directly transferred it to Qin Manshu's hands.

Qin's Group was an important part of the Qin family's business empire. Although the Qin family had many other industries that could dominate on their own, none had the influence, financial power, or resources to compare with Qin's Group.

As clever as Manshu was, she had already guessed the nature of the matter when she heard Ding Fan mention Qin Qingwu.

"Did Qin Qingwu hire these terrorists to kill me?"

Ding Fan nodded.

The expression on Qin Manshu's face grew more intense.

"Those bandits have been killed, so there's no witness to accuse Qin Qingwu. Think carefully about what to do next," he advised.

Initially, it was only through the Soul Capturing Technique that Ding Fan obtained information about their organization and their employer from one of the bandits. Given the bandits' style, even if they were captured, they would never reveal Qin Qingwu or the Restoration Organization, so it was better to kill them outright and save himself some trouble.

Furthermore, when Ding Fan told Manshu to think carefully, it was because he didn't want to get involved.

This was, after all, a matter of the Qin family, and at the end of the day, Ding Fan was an outsider. It was better for them to resolve their own family issues.

"I'm going to the restroom," Ding Fan stood up.

Now was the time for Manshu to sort things out on her own, so Ding Fan didn't want to disturb her.

"Little sister, as long as you take good care of me today, I'm willing to pay any amount," a man's voice rang out.

"I'm sorry, I'm not a hostess, I'm just here looking for someone…" a voice full of panic responded.

Ding Fan looked towards the source of the sound.

At that moment, in the corridor of the café booth, a young man with two underlings was hassling a girl.

When Ding Fan saw the girl's face clearly, he was slightly taken aback. The girl was none other than the flower seller from the market. Ding Fan had not expected to encounter her here.

The man blocking the flower seller was dressed in branded clothing, his attire screaming nouveau riche.

"Brother has plenty of money. Just come with me and all this will be yours," said the nouveau riche man, while taking out a wallet and flaunting a thick wad of cash in front of the flower seller, Zhen Xiang.

Zhen Xiang wasn't paying any attention to the man. She had spotted Ding Fan walking out of the booth.

Immediately, she pushed past the three men and went straight up to Ding Fan.

"Brother Fan... I've finally found you," she said.

Ding Fan was taken aback. From the flower seller's words, he could tell she had been looking for him all along, but he didn't understand why.

It turned out that after Chong Caozi snatched the Fragrant Mind-Consolidating Grass from Zhen Xiang and Ding Fan went after Chong Caozi, she had been trying to find Ding Fan's whereabouts.

Since Ding Fan hadn't been to the market these days, Zhen Xiang naturally couldn't find him.

Today, by coincidence, Zhen Xiang came out to buy some things and just as she arrived on this street, she saw Ding Fan and a woman enter the café. So, she followed them inside.

What Zhen Xiang didn't expect was that before she could find Ding Fan, she was harangued by those men.

"Kid, do you know this chick?" The nouveau riche man swaggered up to Ding Fan, his tone domineering.

Ding Fan was dressed very simply, leading the nouveau riche man to conclude that Ding Fan was just a bumpkin.

The rich man reeked strongly of alcohol, causing Ding Fan to frown slightly.

"Kid, our Brother Kun is talking to you. Didn't you hear him?" At this moment, a short man from behind the nouveau riche man stepped forward, pointing his finger at Ding Fan's nose.

However, just as the short man's finger reached to point at Ding Fan's nose, Ding Fan's right hand shot out abruptly, grabbing the man's index finger.

After grabbing the man's finger, Ding Fan twisted it sharply.

"Ah..."

The short man let out a wail of pain and involuntarily fell to his knees.