Mu Ye's Darling Is Both Sweet and Fierce EP2

Mu Ye's Darling Is Both Sweet and Fierce (慕爺的小祖宗可甜可颯)

Chapter 2: Kidnapping

Right now, the priority was to deal with the punks in front of her.

The kidnappers were stunned by the sudden turn of events. One of them glared at Shi Lan, furious, and swung a fist at her after seeing his companion writhing on the ground, screaming in pain.

But Shi Lan was quicker. With sharp reflexes, she leapt up and delivered a solid kick straight to the attacker’s forehead. His vision went white with stars.

“Don’t move! Move again and I’ll shoot you right here!”

Shi Lan tilted her head calmly and saw another kidnapper aiming a gun at her.

Any ordinary girl in this situation would have collapsed from fear—if not fainted outright.

But the girl under the muzzle of the gun didn’t so much as flinch. Instead, the corners of her lips curved into a faint, mocking smile. Her eyes, bright and clear, shimmered with disdain.

“Shoot me? And what—give up the ransom money?”

She had been taken by mistake, in place of her cousin. The kidnappers had the wrong girl, but their goal was simple: money. And even if her aunt loathed her, for the sake of appearances, she wouldn’t let her die without trying to save face. She would pay.

The kidnappers’ faces darkened at her words. Of course they knew the rules—take the money, don’t take a life. That’s the code in this business. If word got out that they killed the hostage, no wealthy family would dare pay ransom again.

But hearing this truth come from the mouth of a young girl—it was infuriating. Humiliating.

“If you don’t behave, we’ll ditch the plan and leave you dead. You believe that?” one of them threatened.

“I don’t.”

Her response was quick. And sharp.

She laughed—a cold, dismissive sound that pierced the tension.

With slow confidence, she tucked her messy hair behind her ear and stepped forward. Calmly, she reached out and grabbed the gun… and pointed it right at her own chest.

“Know where the heart is?” she said, tapping the exact spot with a light touch. “Better aim carefully. I have a tough life. Miss it by even a millimeter and I might survive.”

The kidnapper holding the gun turned pale. His hands trembled.

They were used to being the ones who frightened others. When had a hostage ever looked death in the eye—and dared it to blink first?

The girl’s smile was still there, but her eyes glinted with a deadly chill—like a god of death in disguise.

She was terrifying.

Just moments ago, she’d collapsed like a frightened little girl. And now… it was like she was possessed by a demon.

The kidnapper was frozen in place, unable to pull the trigger.

“What? Don’t have the guts?”

Her voice was laced with danger.

“Fine—my turn.”

Before the man could react, Shi Lan snatched the gun from his hands. It spun through her fingers like a toy, weightless and familiar.

Click—Bang!

A gunshot echoed through the warehouse.

The kidnapper cried out, clutching his leg where the bullet had hit.

Shi Lan lowered the gun with a scoff.

“Punk, when I was playing with guns, you were still digging in the dirt somewhere.”

She had grown up around firearms. Since childhood, guns had been her toys. Her father had drilled one thing into her from the start:

“Every shot must hit the target.”

Mistakes were not an option.

The remaining kidnappers were completely stunned.

Of the four, three were now incapacitated. The last one rushed forward in a panic—but before he could reach her, Shi Lan grabbed a pair of handcuffs hanging from a hook nearby. With practiced ease, she snapped them shut around his wrist and locked him in place.

Her movements were fluid. Efficient.

As if she'd done this a thousand times.

With all four kidnappers subdued, Shi Lan let out a breath and moved to sit down.

But just as she turned, her eyes met a pair of deep, piercing ones.

Unknowingly, someone else had appeared in the warehouse.

A man.

No—he looked like another victim.