14 Chapter 14 didn't dare to look directly at his legs

He Lanjin watched as the thugs rushed toward her. She steadied herself and raised her long legs in a multiple flying kick that sent the men reeling.

The luxury car that brushed past He Lanjin suddenly turned back, knocking three men down just as they were getting up. The car rotated 180 degrees and crushed the lead bodyguard who was very close to grabbing He Lanjin.

The car door opened. He Lanjin kicked two other bodyguards and jumped into the car.

As she jumped, she crashed into the left side of the car...

Before she could recover, she felt a hand on her chin. A man's handsomely chiseled face appeared before her. In the hazy light, the man seemed even more mysterious.

"It's you!" He Lanjin blurted out.

"You were so eloquent, so poised yesterday. Why are you in such a sorry state today?" Qiao Hanye asked in a deep voice.

He Lanjin felt her cheeks flush. She did not dare look directly at his legs. She turned away and said, "I just feel like it. Am I not allowed to do what I want?"

Qiao Hanye looked at He Lanjin intently. She was drenched, causing her clothes to stick to her body and making her exquisite figure faintly discernible. Qiao Hanye said thoughtfully, "Oh, so that's how it is?"

He Lanjin followed Qiao Hanye's gaze and was aghast to find that he was looking at her chest, watching it rise and fall. "You!"

She quickly wrapped her arms around her chest. At the same time, the man took off his coat and threw it at her to cover her body.

Qiao Hanye's cold black eyes looked out and saw that the bodyguards have surrounded the car. "Deal with it," he said to the man in the driver's seat.

"Yes," Han Beicheng answered respectfully.

Han Beicheng was curious about who this Miss He was. She was arrogant and domineering yesterday, but today she was being hunted down. It seemed that the He family's story was as complicated as Qiao Hanye had said.

HOTEL, PRESIDENTIAL SUITE.

Seeing that He Lanjin was really soaked, Qiao Hanye decided to bring her to a hotel he was staying in.

As they entered the hotel room, He Lanjin seemed to lose her balance. Qiao Hanye quickly reached out to grab her wrist, steadying her. His handsome face darkened slightly, and his whole body emitted a chill. "Dirty tricks," he said coldly.

He could see that she was obviously drugged.

"I'm fine," He Lanjin casually said as she gently pulled her hand away. "And... thank you."

She struggled to stay upright up and looked down on the wet clothes hugging her exquisite and graceful figure. He Lanjin pulled the coat around her tight, as if she was cold. "I'm going to take a shower. I'll pay you for the hotel later."

Qiao Hanye was silent. He turned around, took a shirt from a wardrobe and threw it at He Lanjin. She caught it and walked into the bathroom without saying a word.

A few minutes later, Han Beicheng entered the hotel suite. He quickly walked to Qiao Hanye's side, ignoring the sound of running water in the bathroom. In a low voice, he reported, "Master, the thugs have been taken care of. They are the men of President Huang of the Tiichang group. According to my investigation, He Wenqing has reached an agreement with President Huang. The master of the He family wants to give Miss He to President Huang in order to get the He family through the difficulty caused by last night's scandal. He Wenqing is selling his daughter for glory."

"This is the detailed information of the He family," Han Beicheng said as he handed over the folder containing the information.

Qiao Hanye flipped through the file folder. His eye was caught by a certain item. "Son preference," he said out loud.

"He Wenqing is addicted to alcohol and is greedy for money. Now that the Lu family has postponed the wedding, he's desperate to find another master to take his daughter. He almost sold Miss He out." Han Beicheng could not believe that He Lanjin, who seemed really strong and smart, actually had a scumbag for a father.

"Broadcast the information that Nan Feng found," Qiao Hanye ordered in a deep voice. He took the lighter from his pocket and set fire to He Wenqing's file.

"Yes." Han Beicheng nodded and left.

After her shower, He Lanjin walked out of the bathroom, wiping her hair. She saw Qiao Hanye lazily leaning against the sofa with his eyes closed. The sun shone through the curtains, illuminating him. His outline was so perfectly beautiful it was suffocating.

He Lanjin stopped toweling her hair and gaped at him. She accidentally pulled at the wound on her back, but she did not feel the pain.

"Have you seen enough?" The man drawled, his bewitching voice sounding like he was intoxicated.

**: Hey, you got into the male lead's car. What is this? Haha.