Sir, You've Got The Wrong Person - Chapter 14

The wind roared past her ears, fierce and swift. Yan Yiyi stole a glance at the man beside her—the sharp lines of his profile, cold and striking in beauty. Beneath the voluminous folds of her bridal gown, her hand twitched, itching to reach out and rip away the soft silver mask from his face. Yet time and again, she restrained herself.

She recognized him as the man who had rescued her from a barrage of arrows six years ago.

The fine black garments tailored from the best materials, the meticulously crafted silver mask, the stern, unyielding jawline, and that air of cold detachment… Such a presence, she had only ever seen on two men: her mysterious savior and Chu Mufeng!

She had once suspected they might be the same person, but now… no. Just before fleeing, she had glanced toward Chu Mufeng, still seated calmly amid the chaos, his poised demeanor jarringly out of place.

He wasn’t Chu Mufeng. It couldn’t be.

Despite repeating this to herself, she couldn’t resist lifting her fingers, inching closer to his mask. Jaw clenched, she made her move—swift as a flash. But the man’s arm tightened around her waist like a steel band, and with his other hand, he swiftly intercepted hers before she could touch his face.

“Miss, mind yourself,” a low, cold voice murmured at her ear. Even as he spoke, he spun them midair, agile as a falcon, and landed lightly in a small clearing. The moment his boots touched the ground, his arm released her without warning. Unsteady, Yiyi staggered, nearly falling before she grabbed hold of a nearby tree trunk to balance herself. Her head spun from the sudden release, but she forced herself to focus. Bracing against the tree, she looked up at the man now standing a few steps away from her, watching her with that same cool detachment.

“Who are you?” she demanded. That deep, icy voice—she had heard it only once before, but in six years, she had never forgotten it.

The man’s black eyes flickered faintly before his lips parted in a curt reply. “A passerby.”

Yiyi’s gaze sharpened, her voice turning frosty. “If you’re merely a passerby, why meddle in my wedding?”

Something dark flashed through his eyes. “I won’t allow another man to ruin a life I personally saved.”

Her heart lurched at those words, the rhythm faltering. She sucked in a breath, forcing down the emotions swirling inside her. Coolly, she asked, “Oh? What plans does this gentleman have for the life he has saved?

His gaze swept her, slow and deliberate. “You will go back to where you came from. The debt you owe me—you will carry it until I come to collect. Every last bit.”

His assertive tone irritated her. Yiyi’s brow furrowed in defiance. “I owe you only my life. If you wish, I’ll repay it right here and now.”

Before she could react, his fingers hooked under her chin, tilting her face up toward him. His dark, sharp eyes bore into her stubborn gaze. “What use have I for your life?”

His gaze roamed lower, tracing her form in a way that made her skin crawl. His eyes swept over her, slow and invasive, causing the air to grow heavy. Yiyi shivered under his piercing stare and her back is prickling with cold. She tried to break free from his grip, but it was immovable and rigid as iron. She could only stand frozen and shocked.

“Your body is far more valuable than your life.”

Though she couldn’t see his face beneath the mask, her mind painted a vivid image—his lips curling into a chilling smirk as he uttered those words. Her heart iced over at the implication, yet her face slowly curved into a bewitching smile. Turning slightly, Yiyi lifted a hand to rest lightly on his shoulder, her fingers sliding up to hook around his neck. She rose onto her toes, leaning in close; her voice was silky and sweet.

“So… was that why you saved me back then? Enchanted by this body, were you? Would you like me to offer it to you in gratitude?”

As she spoke, her hand played lightly with the sash at his waist, her smile laced with seduction,  and her eyes were glimmering with mischief.

But before she could pull further, a strong hand clamped over her hand, prying her fingers one by one from his belt. The hand she’d hooked around his neck was also seized and pinned at her side. The man stepped forward, closing the distance with a single stride, his tall frame tilting toward her. One hand braced against the tree above her head, pushing her against the trunk.

“It’s up to me to decide whether you offer yourself or not,” he uttered, his voice as calm as steel. His tone had become slightly icy, but now it was tinged with clear warning, and his dark eyes glinted. “Until I make up my mind, don’t let another man ruin you.”

His stance was blatant and aggressive—staking his claim like a predator marking his territory. His presence loomed over her and it was suffocating.

Yiyi’s temper flared. She loathed this possessive arrogance, this presumption that her worth, her fate, rested in his hands. Her eyes grew cold as ice. “I never begged you to save me. Just because you pulled me from death doesn’t mean I owe you my entire life.”

The man’s gaze remained impassive. “I never asked for repayment back then. But you gave your word, and you will remember that debt.”

“A man who vanished for six years,” Yiyi sneered, her lips curling in a bitter smile, “and now appears out of nowhere, wrecking my wedding and making these outrageous claims—sir…” She abruptly stopped between her words as her hand darted swiftly toward his face. But before her fingers could reach him, his hand shot up, catching her wrist midair. He yanked it above her head and pinned it firmly against the tree, leaving her completely trapped.

“Don’t test me with your little tricks—not when I’m standing right here,” he warned, his black eyes glinting colder than before and his voice dropping to a lethal chill.

Yan Yiyi knew she couldn’t break free, so she gave up struggling. She just looked at the man with a fake smile and said, “Sir, you seem so afraid of me seeing your face. Could it be that we know each other?”

The man glanced at her with cold eyes, then looked ahead, let her go, and said calmly, “Someone is coming to find you.”

Yan Yiyi turned to look and was surprised to see Xiao Yunfei heading their way. How did this man know Xiao Yunfei was looking for her?

“Who are you, really?” Yan Yiyi asked coldly. Only a few people knew about her connection to Xiao Yunfei—how did he know?

“Your savior,” the man replied. Then, in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

“Wait! How will I find you?” Yan Yiyi called out anxiously when she realized he had vanished. As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted it—it sounded like she didn’t want him to leave.

“When you need me, I will come,” his deep voice echoed faintly from the woods, with a hint of laughter. Yan Yiyi’s face grew warm, and she pouted slightly, saying nothing more.

“Remember my words well.”

His voice faded into the distance just as Xiao Yunfei arrived. He noticed the flush on Yan Yiyi’s cheeks and frowned. “Yiyi, who was that man?”

“I don’t know,” Yan Yiyi coughed lightly, steadying herself so her senior brother wouldn’t notice anything strange, and answered calmly.

Xiao Yunfei gave her a suspicious look but didn’t press further. Instead, he asked gently, “I heard you were hurt a few days ago. Are you feeling better now? Did you get hurt again today?”

“I’m much better,” Yan Yiyi smiled at him, then asked with concern, “What about you? Are you okay? Did Aunt Mei go to Prince Yu’s mansion today too? I didn’t see her. How are things over there now?”

“I’m fine. Aunt Mei was busy and didn’t go. She just sent some palace guards with me. There was a bit of chaos at the prince’s mansion because of that mysterious man, but things seem to be calm now. Whether the prince will send people after you again, I can’t say. But it’s best to stay cautious.”

“He won’t,” Yan Yiyi replied softly. Prince Yu never really planned to marry her today. Now that he found a way out, he surely wouldn’t bother looking for her anymore.

“Let’s head back,” Yan Yiyi said and turned to leave. She suddenly glanced down and saw the bright red wedding dress she was still wearing. That’s when she remembered she’d left the house in this dress today. If she walked back dressed like this, it would draw too much attention. And if Prince Yu suddenly changed his mind and sent someone to catch her, she’d be an easy target. Luckily, she hadn’t taken off the clothes she wore underneath earlier.

She found a big tree, asked Xiao Yunfei to turn around and stand guard, and quickly changed out of her wedding dress. Then she and Xiao Yunfei headed back to the Mu residence together.

Originally, Yan Yiyi planned to change back into her male disguise before going home. But she hadn’t been back in days, and once she returned, she knew all those aunts, brothers, and sisters would bombard her with questions. Her wounds weren’t fully healed, and after everything that happened today, she was exhausted. She really didn’t have the energy to deal with them. So she decided to just go back dressed as a woman. After all, everyone already gossiped about her being close to Mu Qingchen, the young master of the Mu family. She had visited the Mu residence before in this identity, so it wasn’t anything new. Today, she just didn’t have the strength to find men’s clothes and change again. She’d rest for a couple of days and switch back to her male disguise later.

Xiao Yunfei didn’t object to her plan. He had been concealing Mu Qingchen’s absence during the days she spent trapped in the prince’s mansion. He had his own ways to explain Yan Yiyi’s appearance and Mu Qingchen’s disappearance.

Yan Yiyi and Xiao Yunfei grabbed a bite to eat before heading back. By the time they reached the residence, it was already afternoon. As they arrived at the gate, the butler, who seemed to be waiting anxiously, hurried over. He didn’t even notice Yan Yiyi standing beside Xiao Yunfei and quickly said, “Young Master Xiao, you’re back! Young Master Chu is waiting in the hall. He’s been here for quite a while and says he has urgent business with the young master.”

Mu Qingchen had brought Xiao Yunfei into the household, effectively making him his right-hand man. Even though he was an outsider, because Mu Qingchen trusted him, Xiao Yunfei held a high status in the family. Normally, when Mu Qingchen wasn’t around, Xiao Yunfei managed most of the important matters in the residence.

Although many members of the Mu household resented an outsider wielding significant power, they all relied on Mu Qingchen; therefore, even if they were unhappy, they did not dare to oppose him.