Chapter 12 I'm Late
An unnamed emotion surged in her heart.
Yao Qing didn't understand—why this man had wronged her four years ago and still shamelessly threatened her with such high-handedness after four years.
"Do you really want me to get into your car that badly?" It seemed like snowflakes had landed on her curled eyelashes, blurring her vision.
"I don't like it when someone defies my wishes," Yu Yanshen replied without any hesitation.
Yao Qing sneered inwardly.
Eight out of ten people in power are like this, accustomed to flattery, and they start threatening as soon as something doesn't go their way.
"What if I just don't want to?" Yao Qing's voice also turned cold.
A fleeting shadow of ferocity crossed the man's eyes, "You can try."
Yao Qing didn't speak again.
Her slender body stood upright, the straighter she stood, the more it seemed as if she was stubbornly holding on to something. The cold wind reddened her delicate collarbone but even so, she chose not to bow her head.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated in her hand.
Yao Qing glanced down at the message, and the tense expression on her face eased somewhat.
Yu Yanshen's expression seemed to change, and he frowned in displeasure but was still the first to break the silence.
"Yao Qing, get on the..."
"Someone's coming to pick me up, thank you for the kind offer, President Yu."
Yu Yanshen hadn't finished replying to Yao Qing, in fact, he hadn't even finished suggesting that Yao Qing get in his car, when a dazzling white light flashed before him, causing him to instinctively close his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, a dark green Hummer had appeared in front of his car.
The aggressive car model stood out starkly in the middle of the road.
Yu Yanshen scanned the person in the driver's seat of the Hummer, toying with the silver lighter in his hand.
A chill rose from the depths of his eyes, colder than the bone-chilling winter day itself.
Yao Qing's gaze fell on the man stepping out of the large vehicle, a smile curling at her lips. It seemed like light suddenly filled her eyes, probably reflecting off of the street lights behind Feng Ye.
"Feng Ye, sorry to trouble you."
"Hmm, I'm late." The man's voice was husky as he walked towards her, facing the light step by step.
A heavy shawl fell on her shoulders, the weighty sensation making her anxious heart settle.
Yao Qing looked up at the man before her.
Tanned skin, robust muscles tight under his black shirt. A scar from his eye corner to the bridge of his nose was covered with a black tattoo line.
It continued his arrogant yet unpretentious domineering nature.
"Ruan Qiu asked me to pick you up, are you heading back to the hotel now?" Feng Ye approached Yao Qing but always kept a few steps away. He spoke to Yao Qing with his head lowered, appearing neither distant nor close, with an inexplicably ambiguous air.
Yao Qing nodded, her gaze never returning to Yu Yanshen from beginning to end, as if glancing at him were superfluous.
Naturally, Feng Ye didn't speak to Yu Yanshen either.
A tall man standing at 1.88 meters and a petite woman at 1.67 meters stood before him—
This scene, from Yu Yanshen's perspective, looked discordant and irritating no matter how he looked at it.
But he didn't speak, nor did he make any move to stop Feng Ye from taking Yao Qing away.
Before getting into the car, Feng Ye cast a glance towards Yu Yanshen.
His deep voice clearly reached Yu Yanshen's ears, "No matter who you are, it's despicable to bully a woman. Please conduct yourself with dignity."
Yu Yanshen said nothing, nor did he make any responsive gesture.
He merely narrowed his eyes imperceptibly.
Conduct yourself with dignity—?
His fingers tapped the steering wheel lightly, his eyes deep and misty as if obscured by an unblowable fog.
Only when the woman's figure and the Hummer disappeared from view did he slowly pick up his phone and dial a number.
"Calling me now, are you trying to pay for your car repair?" Fu Moyi's complaining voice came through quickly.
"Dream on," Yu Yanshen's voice was cold and unemotional as he expelled a few words, "Find out everything about Feng Ye for me, within one hour, I want to know it all."
"Feng Ye?" Fu Moyi found the name vaguely familiar, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember who this person was.