If someone is courting death, then they have only themselves to blame!

Upon seeing Yang Mi, Li Qing merely offered a faint smile. After all, with the child present, he could not appear too aloof.

"Just brought the kid out for a bite."

Glancing casually at the lobby undergoing renovations, Li Qing asked calmly, "Is the production going smoothly so far?"

Hearing this, Yu Liang beside him felt his heart tighten—he was indeed here to inspect the work.

Yang Mi smiled slightly. "Yes, everything is going very smoothly. Filming will officially start in a few days."

Li Qing nodded, then looked down at Xuanbaoer and said, "Let's go, time to eat."

Xuanbaoer nodded, resting her head against Li Qing's chest, and blinked at Yang Mi as if signaling with a secret code.

Yang Mi smiled back, her heart warming at the sight of the little girl.

Although the lobby was under renovation, the private room Yu Liang reserved for Li Qing was kept on standby twenty-four hours a day. No matter when Li Qing arrived, he could always dine in the finest private room. Moreover, ever since that incident, Yu Liang had even gone so far as to hire a high-priced chef specializing in children's cuisine to prepare special kids' meals.

As Li Qing headed upstairs, He Baibai leaned close to Yang Mi with a gossipy expression and asked, "Oh, Sister Mi, he came specifically to see you! He cares about you quite a lot, doesn't he? Suddenly, I think Brother Qing is actually pretty good!"

Hearing this, Yang Mi blushed and scolded playfully, "Don't talk nonsense outside. He just brought Xuanbaoer here to eat."

Despite saying that, a lingering trace of inexplicable joy blossomed in Yang Mi's heart.

He Baibai pouted. "Fine, there are too many people around, so I won't tease you now. We can chat properly when we get home."

Yang Mi sighed helplessly. "Alright, we'll talk at home. Hurry up and get back to work, it's almost time to clock out."

Over half an hour later, Li Qing finished his meal and walked out with Xuanbaoer.

Yu Liang, acting just like an obedient servant, followed respectfully behind them until Li Qing's car vanished from sight.

Inside the vehicle, after eating her fill, Xuanbaoer had grown tired and fallen fast asleep right in Li Qing's arms.

Wang Mian drove in a relaxed manner, though his peripheral vision constantly scanned the surroundings.

"Brother Qing, there were a few suspicious characters near the Peace Hotel just now," Wang Mian said once Xuanbaoer was fast asleep. "I reckon they've been tailing us ever since."

Li Qing's expression remained calm, as if he had anticipated this all along. "It seems some people refuse to shed tears until they see their own coffin. Slow down and wait for them."

Wang Mian nodded and eased off the gas pedal. "I've already notified the brothers down below; we can cut them off at any moment."

Indifferently, Li Qing replied, "No need to cut them off. If necessary, execute an emergency disposal directly."

At these words, Wang Mian's expression turned serious. Emergency disposal—it seemed Brother Qing was genuinely angered.

As the car merged onto the elevated highway, Wang Mian noticed in the rearview mirror that an Audi A6 had been tailing them the entire way. He could conclude with certainty that these were either paparazzi or spies planted around Yang Mi by someone.

"These people are truly stubborn, still following us even as we get on the elevated road," Wang Mian muttered with a cold smirk at the corner of his mouth. "If they're so eager to court death, who am I to stop them?"

Sitting in the backseat, Li Qing closed his eyes slightly. His face was as still as deep water, and a trace of impatience lingered between his brows.

Wang Mian knew that Li Qing was truly annoyed—not because someone had planted surveillance on them, but because Xuanbaoer was still in the car, and yet these fools had the audacity to trail them. This was no different from actively seeking death!

A moment later, Li Qing opened his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Execute the emergency disposal, then find out who sent them."

Wang Mian nodded, a surge of excitement rising within him. It was rare for Li Qing to resort to unconventional methods while back in the country.

Meanwhile, a few hundred meters behind Wang Mian's vehicle, four men sat inside an Audi A6.

All four were dressed in ordinary clothes, yet each possessed sharp, fierce features and held filming equipment in their hands. They clearly were not ordinary people.

"Boss, we can't get any footage through their windows. The tint film seems to have been specially treated, and I checked the license plate through my connections—nothing came up," the sharp-faced man in the front passenger seat said with a deep frown. "Could that be a fake plate? And that SUV looks rather strange too."

In the back seat, a man wearing sunglasses wore an equally puzzled expression. "Indeed. I don't recall Chevrolet ever releasing a model like that. And with no registration records, that's bizarre. How is it even legal on the road?"

The sharp-faced man asked, "Should we keep following?"

The man in sunglasses lit a cigarette and sneered, "Obviously! Sister Hong gave explicit instructions: anyone connected to Yang Mi must be thoroughly investigated, down to their very roots. Especially these mysterious figures—who knows, one of them might be Yang Mi's hidden backer."

The sharp-faced man chuckled. "I doubt it. The guy looks to be in his twenties; what kind of background could he possibly have? I'm guessing he's just some kept toy boy of Yang Mi's. Though he is quite handsome—almost as good-looking as you, Boss."

The man in sunglasses smirked, then said coldly, "Stop buttering me up! Hurry up and keep pace, they're about to hit the elevated highway!"

The sharp-faced man grew serious and urged the driver, "Step on it! Run the red light, catch up to them!"

Just as his voice fell—

Bang!

A deafening crash echoed!

Simultaneously, the car door right beside the sharp-faced man caved violently inward!

Boom!

Caught completely off guard, the four men inside tumbled about in an instant!

A Volvo XC90 had rammed directly into the Audi A6, sending it flying more than ten meters before it flipped onto its side by the roadside.