9 Han Wen

The man trembled like a sieve, his arms propping him up as he crawled through the mud-like ground, his face smeared with a mixture of dirty sweat and tears. Gasping heavily, he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

Before he could finish coughing, two bodyguards outside the door dragged him away.

Wen Shuhan, still shaken, instinctively sidestepped to avoid them.

The man no longer dared to meet her gaze, as if taking one more greedy look at her would make him swallow shards of glass again.

Once he left, the air suddenly grew silent.

She took a deep breath and caught a faint metallic scent of blood.

Looking up, she unexpectedly met Chen Yansi’s gaze.

His expression was cold and dark, his black eyes as still as a deep pool.

Wen Shuhan felt a string inside her heart being plucked deeply, the echo lingering long.

She remembered that Chen Yansi never handled matters personally.

He was too lazy to move, too disdainful of dirt—always carrying a noble, careless air since childhood.

Yet unexpectedly, when he did strike, he drove someone to the brink of death.

A deep black casual blazer lay on the ground. Chen Yansi picked it up, casually dusting it off, then pulled a handkerchief from the pocket to wipe the bloodstains off his hands with a few swift motions.

He didn’t even glance at the soiled handkerchief, balling it up and tossing it straight into the trash.

Holding the dust-covered blazer, he furrowed his brow, then flicked his hand forward and threw it away as well.

“...” Just as before—no matter how expensive, he’d just toss it aside.

Wen Shuhan withdrew her gaze and rested against the storage cabinet, her racing heartbeat gradually slowing.

There was a disoriented sense of having survived a calamity.

Just as she was still trembling with residual fear, Chen Yansi stepped forward and pulled her into his embrace.

His body radiated a vigorous warmth.

Her heart skipped a beat, struggling to adjust to the closeness.

“Why are you trembling?” He stroked her hair. “Afraid he’ll die?”

Wen Shuhan bit her lip, thinking it over, shaking her head slightly, then nodding ambiguously.

Chen Yansi lowered his head, his chin brushing her hair, his Adam’s apple bobbing with his voice. “That kind of scum deserves to die.”

Her heart fluttered. “That’s not what I meant...”

Who would pity a voyeur? It was just that if something happened, Chen Yansi could be dragged into a lawsuit.

She didn’t want to see that outcome.

“Then what are you afraid of?” Chen Yansi said calmly, the lingering rage still palpable. “It’s just a life. We can afford to lose one.”

“...” That statement didn’t hold up to much scrutiny.

He was truly furious this time, and even as calm as he seemed now, his coldness was intimidating.

After pondering, she softened and said sincerely, “Thank you.”

Once the words fell, the atmosphere grew awkward again.

As before, she seemed to particularly like saying thank you to him.

Chen Yansi stepped back slightly, breaking the embrace, looking at her with some displeasure.

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