Chapter 17. If the two of them were like this, then it would be very awkward

He Wenqing felt tricked. He got drunk, got too bold and hit He Lanjin. Now that he was sober, he could not dare do so. Although his daughter was a little stupid, he could not afford to offend someone who had gone to a military academy. If she beat him up, he would suffer a great loss.

He Lanjin packed her luggage and set out to buy herself a new phone before driving to the house Qin Nan rented for her. She drove over the address he gave her and was surprised to see a brightly lit mansion. She double-checked the address.

"This is the right place," she said to herself, confused.

She wanted to rent a small apartment and purchase a new house when she had more time. She did not expect Qin Nan would rent a mansion for her.

The luxurious mansion carried a plaque with the words "Scenery Garden" on it. He Lanjin wheeled her luggage in and found the mansion empty. She then went upstairs to pick a room before taking a shower and climbing into bed.

"The house is not bad." She said on a message she sent to Qin Nan. She felt a dull pain on her back where He Wenqing hit her with a chair.

He Lanjin did not know whether it was the physical and mental exhaustion or something else, but she threw her phone to the floor before falling into a deep sleep.

LATE AT NIGHT, SCENERY GARDEN.

The mansion was located in the best part of Jiangcheng, overlooking the city. The altitude was high and the air was crisp and fresh.

Under the dim light of the study sat the lone figure of a man. After finishing his work, the man looked up and asked, "Has the Lu family approved the recent bidding?"

"Not yet," Han Beicheng respectfully said as he went forward and stood in front of the table.

Qiao Hanye lit a cigarette, flicked the ashes, and said in a low voice, "Find someone to approve it in their stead."

Han Beicheng was shocked. Although the powerful Lu family had a high position in the city, the situation was not good. If the Lu family won the bidding again this time, they would probably suck the blood and sweat of the people of Jiangcheng dry.

"Yes, Master," Han Beicheng replied.

Having served Qiao Hanye for many years now, Han Beicheng knew that his master always planned everything out. Qiao Hanye's decisions had always been well thought out.

When Han Beicheng turned around, he inadvertently felt something on the hem of Qiao Hanye's shirt. Han Beicheng said in surprise, "Master, you have a tracking device on you."

"I know," Qiao Hanye said as he touched the hem of his shirt where the device was. The image of He Lanjin secretly putting a tracking device on him surfaced in his mind. The corners of his mouth twitched into a tiny smile, and the coldness in his eyes dissipated a little.

Han Beicheng was lost in his thoughts. Why did his master deliberately allow someone to follow him?

Han Beicheng secretly wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. The only person who had contact with Qiao Hanye today other than himself, Nan Feng and the doctor was He Lanjin.

Could she have placed the tracking device on his master? Why would Qiao Hanye allow a woman to get this close to him? As far as Han Beicheng knew, Qiao Hanye avoided women. Unable to understand, Han Beicheng turned around and left the study.

Qiao Hanye put out his cigarette and got up to enter the bathroom connected to his study. He was planning to go back to his room and get some rest after showering.

He Lanjin was sleeping soundly, but she suddenly woke up when she felt a presence nearing her. She opened her eyes, jumped up from the bed, raised her leg and spun around to kick the intruder.

Qiao Hanye stood still on the spot and grabbed the leg He Lanjin wanted to kick him with. She missed his face by a few centimeters, so she tried to hit him again, this time with her palm. With smooth, deliberate movements, Qiao Hanye let go of He Lanjin's leg, caught her palm, and pulled her onto the sofa.

"Oh." He Lanjin fell straight into the man's lap. With the help of the moonlight seeping through the window, she saw that he was sprawled on the sofa and could not get up because she was sitting on him. Even in such an awkward situation, she could not help but notice how charming his aura was. The towel around his waist slid down.

"Why are you here?" He Lanjin asked, stunned. She looked down at the man and suddenly felt dizzy.

He Lanjin wanted to give the man a blow in the neck, but she noticed that his bare upper body was glistening with water. He had obviously just come out of the shower.

She wanted to get up from Qiao Hanye's lap, but she remembered the towel that had fallen to the floor. Her gaze unintentionally fell on his toned abs.

He Lanjin felt as if her buttocks were on fire.

Then the realization hit her: she was sitting on him, and he was not wearing anything...

He Lanjin grew as stiff as a board. She could not get up.

"What do you think?" Qiao Hanye's black eyes slightly narrowed. He looked at He Lanjin's profile from her face down to her pajama bottoms sitting on his lap. He tensed up, his abdomen feeling like a ball of fire.

This strange sensation made Qiao Hanye very uncomfortable.