Chapter 115: Does It Hurt Much?

At the moment their eyes met,
"Brother?"
Shen Chaoxi’s gaze darkened as she looked at the young, handsome man in military uniform before her.
She furrowed her brow slightly.
Jiang Chen: "?!!"
Brother?
He hurriedly glanced at the insignia on the man’s shoulder. Seeing his rank and position, a heavy weight settled deep within Jiang Chen's heart.
He then looked back at Shen Chaoxi, whose expression had suddenly stiffened, his eyes filled with confusion.
"No, boss, what’s going on?"
Their boss and the commander of the general military district were siblings?
But he clearly remembered when he previously asked the boss, the reply was that they were relatives.
Relatives...
When Jiang Chen realized the truth, he simply vanished from the scene.
So the big boss was just toying with him in the military district from the start?
The boss’s family background was so distinguished, yet he had never mentioned it.
Even at Old Master Shen’s recent birthday banquet, Jiang Chen never suspected anything; he thought the boss’s connection to the Shen family was just that of relatives, so he never considered it any further.
Meanwhile, as Jiang Chen was internally stunned, Shen Chaoxi lifted her eyes and stared at the young man walking down the stairs.
Soon, she lowered her gaze again.
She tugged at her lips as if wanting to explain.
Yes, she should have realized sooner.
To stabilize the criminals’ emotions, she had no choice but to comply with their demands and apply to the military department.
When the Jingnan Airport was opened and air control was imposed,
she should have known that her brother would inevitably discover her presence here.
Sure enough, Shen Mo arrived at Tongshan Town in a hurry.
His eyes were always focused on military matters; he rarely came out the entire year.
But every time, it was always for his sister.
"Explain yourself—what exactly is going on?"
Shen Mo approached her side, his dark eyes flickering to the wound on her hand, his brows knitting tightly.
That fair, refined face seemed shrouded in a layer of coldness. He looked at the young woman before him, his eyes filled with deep concern.
"You told Grandfather you came to Jingnan for a visit, to relax a bit. So why did you contact the military department in the middle of the night, demanding the mobilization of all personnel at Jingnan Airport to enforce air control, and cause such a commotion here in Tongshan Town..."
Mid-sentence, Shen Mo’s worried expression softened slightly as his gaze settled on her arm.
"How’s your hand?"
Shen Chaoxi, who had been fretting over how to handle Shen Mo, suddenly felt a bittersweet ache in her heart upon seeing the worry in his eyes.
She glanced at her hand and smiled lightly, unconcerned.
"I'm fine, brother. Stop nagging me."

She stepped forward, grasped Shen Mo’s arm, and gently shook it with a hint of playful coaxing.
"I had no choice—it was an emergency, and I had to act accordingly."
"No matter how urgent, you must take care of your injury."
Shen Mo stared at her, brows tightly furrowed, his refined face showing a blend of gentleness and a trace of melancholy.
"I promise, there won’t be a next time."
Shen Chaoxi said this earnestly; she was always the first to make such promises.
Yet often, it never happened just once, but countless times.
Speaking of which, fearing Shen Mo would report back to their eldest brother, she slowly turned her head aside, her eyes dimming momentarily. Her voice was cold:
"You handle things here first."
"Yes, Commander!"
The soldiers under her command were cleaning up the scene. At her order, they responded immediately.
Shen Mo paid no attention to Jiang Chen.
"Does your waist still hurt?" He looked at his sister, the reproach in his eyes instantly fading away.
Seeing her fall into the hands of those criminals had gripped his heart with pain.
He seemed to have many things to say, but upon seeing her safe and rescued from the criminals, the tension in his heart eased somewhat.
Yet the lingering fear remained.
"You put yourself in danger like this—what if something really happened? What would I do?"
"It doesn’t hurt," Shen Chaoxi shook her head, linking her arm with his and smiling gently. The girl who moments ago had looked pale and cold, with eyes filled only with killing intent, now smiled with crescent-shaped eyes.
Her peach blossom eyes squinted as she smiled at Shen Mo, "With you here, I’m not afraid."
"Chaochao..." Shen Mo frowned, his dark, gentle gaze fixed on her. His tone was low, magnetic, cold, yet filled with authority.
But since he had always pampered her, he had no way to reprimand her.
This refined and gentle second young master of the Shen family probably only showed such a different expression when facing his sister.
"...” Shen Chaoxi’s heart skipped a beat.
How could he still call her by her full name?
After some thought, she felt she had been somewhat excessive and promised him.
No more putting herself in danger. No more risking her life as a joke.
Yet not only had she risked herself, she had been caught red-handed by Shen Mo.
He must have seen everything just now, right?
"Brother, you’re not actually angry with me, are you?"
She tentatively asked.
Looking at Shen Mo’s fair, refined face—his military uniform soaked through by the rain, no umbrella along the way—he was drenched from head to toe.
"You tell me." He fixed his gaze on Shen Chaoxi, his eyes deep and seemingly resigned.
"If Big Brother were here, how would you explain it to him?"
"Well... he’s not here."
Shen Chaoxi frowned and murmured.
"Ugh..."
Suddenly, she called out sharply,
her brow furrowing.
Shen Mo immediately grabbed her hand, frowning as he asked anxiously,
"Does it hurt a lot?"
Shen Chaoxi raised an eyebrow, staring at Shen Mo’s handsome, concerned face. A flicker of pain flashed in her eyes—fleeting.
She smiled softly with a gentle tone, "I was lying."
"Shen Chaoxi."
Shen Mo frowned again.
His gentle eyes darkened even more.
But perhaps only Shen Chaoxi knew—many smiles were masks to hide the deepest emotions within.
Blood from the hostages splattered in her eyes.
And her hand truly did hurt.

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Meanwhile, in a private room of an entertainment club, a man smoked and drank.
He held a cigarette between his fingers as the golden door swung open, and a bodyguard in a black suit entered, whispering something into his ear.
The next moment, the man reclining on the leather sofa, cigarette in hand, suddenly shouted in anger.
He slammed the table and slapped the subordinate across the face, berating him to his nose and face:
"Useless."
"My cargo worth tens of billions just vanished like that."
"How am I supposed to explain this to the big boss?"
"Get out—"

At the same time, in a tall office building in the capital city, a young man dressed in a black tailored suit stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing coldly down at the city.
"Boss, the Lingnan shipment has been intercepted."
Suddenly, a subordinate behind him delivered the news, the office atmosphere tense.
The young man’s face was obscured from view.
Only his handsome figure and the cold gleam that flashed through his deep eyes were visible.
His gaze was filled with gloom and menace.
"Mm."
The man’s velvety voice carried a seductive allure, utterly devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
It was as if all of this had been expected.

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