Chapter 427 I Didn't Sleep with Her

Yan Jin carried the drunk Xia Ran out of the restaurant and put her directly into the car.

They sped along, and the door to the hotel's presidential suite was swiped open.

He gently placed her on the soft bed, loosened his tie, and picked up the phone to call the front desk.

"Send a bowl of hangover soup to room 8808."

His voice was devoid of any emotion, excessively calm.

As soon as he hung up the phone, a pair of soft arms suddenly wrapped around his waist from behind.

Xia Ran's face was pressed against his back, warm and damp.

"Ajin, don't go."

Her voice was soft and seductive, with a hint of sobbing.

Yan Jin felt a sudden jolt in her heart.

I miss you, I want you.

Xia Ran, like a clingy little enchantress, moved from behind him to face him, her exquisitely beautiful face captivating him at that moment.

She tiptoed and kissed his lips directly on the corner of his lips and his sexy Adam's apple.

one time.

Another one.

Yan Jin's breath hitched, and she reached out to press down on her shoulder.

"Ranran, stop fooling around, you're drunk, go and rest."

"I didn't make a scene."

Xia Ran hugged him even tighter, pressing her entire body against him, her full curves pressing firmly against his firm chest.

“Ajin, we’ve missed each other for many years, but I’m back now.”

"Please don't push me away anymore, okay?"

Her eyes were completely red, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Take me."

"I want to stay by your side from now on, even if we have no official status or relationship."

"You can marry whomever you want, I don't want to leave you again, Ajin."

She threw herself into his arms, crying so hard her body was trembling.

Yan Jin remained silent, then slowly reached out a hand, wanting to hug her back.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the fabric on her back, he suddenly stopped.

Without warning, Tang Xiaoya's crying voice popped into his mind.

"You big bad guy, it hurts, I'm not doing it anymore, I'm not doing it anymore..."

The tone was soft and aggrieved, with a hint of crying.

Then came his own deep, hoarse voice.

"My dear baby, I love you the most."

"Follow my rhythm, I'll go slower."

Then there's her calling out to him when she's overcome with emotion.

"Yan Jin... Yan Jin..."

His mind was filled with the sound of her softly calling his name.

Finally, the scene changes.

The image is frozen on her pale and desperate face in the restaurant.

Something suddenly blocked his chest, making him feel suffocated.

Yan Jin suddenly pulled Xia Ran away.

"Ranran, I have something to do, you should rest first."

After saying that, he left the room without looking back, his steps even a little hurried.

The door was closed.

Xia Ran's tear tracks were still wet, but the vulnerability in her eyes vanished instantly.

She sat calmly on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath.

Is Yan Jin really going to marry Du Yunshu?

He even... fell in love with that woman?

Her fingers slowly tightened, gripping the bed sheet beneath her.

Yan Jin can only be hers.

No one can take it away.

Yan Jin walked out of the room and immediately dialed the villa's phone number. The butler told him that Miss Tang was not at home.

He frowned and dialed Lily's number instead.

"President Yan?"

Where is Tang Xiaoya?

"Sister Xiaoya is on set, at an outdoor location in the western suburbs. She has a big scene to film today, so it will probably be filmed until very late."

The western suburbs outdoor shooting location was shrouded in yellow sand.

When Yan Jin arrived, filming had already begun.

The two armies faced each other, their banners fluttering, and a tense atmosphere pervaded the surrounding area for dozens of miles.

His gaze pierced through the throng of people and precisely locked onto that figure.

Tang Xiaoya was dressed in a dashing silver general's armor, her face bearing realistic scars and dust. Far from being disheveled, she exuded a wild and majestic aura.

She held the reins of the tall warhorse tightly in one hand, and a long red-tasseled spear in the other, its tip gleaming coldly in the setting sun.

All I heard was her powerful shout.

"If you want to enter Tong Pass, you'll have to ask this general's Cold Iron Spear first!"

On the opposite side, an actor playing an enemy general burst into loud laughter.

"A mere girl dares to block my army of 100,000? Today, I'll make sure your head is separated from your body!"

Before he could finish speaking, the other side suddenly spurred their horse, and the warhorse charged forward with a neigh.

In an instant, a sword and a spear clashed violently, bursting forth with blinding sparks.

Tang Xiaoya was lifted into the air by wires and engaged in a fierce battle with her opponent.

Her agility was unbelievable; every flip and every shot she made carried the force of a thunderbolt, and her imposing figure left everyone on the scene in awe.

As she landed, she flicked her spear, and the tip of it rested firmly against "General Hu Lei's" throat, just half a centimeter away from drawing blood.

"Card!"

The director excitedly called for a stop, his face beaming with undisguised admiration.

The martial arts instructor also walked over quickly and gave Tang Xiaoya a thumbs up; she performed even better than he had.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

It only took one take.

What level of talent is this player?

Yan Jin stood outside the crowd, completely dumbfounded.

He couldn't reconcile the powerful, sharp-eyed female general before him with the soft, cuddly little thing he remembered who only knew how to cry.

He thought that since she had never filmed action scenes before, she would definitely back out, so he even found a backup actress for the lead role.

The script supervisor quickly came over and called for preparations for the next scene.

"Next, the general leaps onto his horse, seizes the flag, and shouts encouragement!"

Tang Xiaoya took a deep breath and, using the momentum of her run-up, tried to leap onto the tall horse.

Suddenly, she froze, unable to go up.

My hand is injured, so I can't use my strength.

The director yelled "Cut!"

I tried again, but it still failed.

The director went over and comforted her gently.

"Teacher Tang, how about using a stunt double for this scene? It's just one action, it won't make a difference."

She shook her head, her forehead damp with sweat, which clung to her cheeks, but her eyes remained unusually determined.

"Director, I can do it."

She flushed five more times.

On the sixth attempt, under everyone's watchful eyes, she finally succeeded in leaping onto the horse's back.

She pulled hard on the reins, and the warhorse reared up with a loud neigh, then galloped off like an arrow.

She grabbed the commander's flag standing in front of the formation, raised it high in the wind, and shouted with all her might.

"Anyone who enters the Eye Pass will be killed without mercy!"

Behind them, war drums thundered, and yellow sand was swirled up by the horses' hooves, obscuring the sky and the sun.

She alone on horseback created an awe-inspiring presence that could scare away thousands of troops, displaying her majestic and imposing aura.

"Card!"

The director finally yelled "cut!" and everyone erupted in cheers, with applause lasting for a long time.

Yan Jin's eyes were strongly impacted by these scenes.

This Tang Xiaoya, with a kind of resilient and powerful beauty that he had never seen before, was deeply imprinted in his heart.

In the makeshift rest room.

Tang Xiaoya changed her clothes, exhausted, shouting.

"Lily, quick, help me take this off. This battle suit is too heavy, I'm exhausted."

Yan Jin walked in at some point.

With just a glance, he made Lily tactfully leave, even closing the door behind her.

The man's tall figure loomed over her, and Tang Xiaoya, assuming it was Lily, did not turn around.

He stood behind her, his long, slender fingers beginning to help her undo her heavy, elaborate battle armor.

As the heavy armor was peeled away layer by layer, she was left with only a thin white undergarment.

The sleeve of his right hand was completely stained a shocking red with blood.

Yan Jin's heart clenched suddenly.

His voice was filled with suppressed anger.

"Your wound has reopened? Who told you to fight with an injury?"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Tang Xiaoya froze.

She slowly turned around and looked at the man behind her, her eyes filled with cold indifference.

She uttered a few words expressionlessly.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Now, she feels no pain anywhere.

Because my heart has become numb.

Tang Xiaoya casually took off the blood-stained undergarment and threw it aside, leaving her upper body only in a pink lace top.

The gauze wrapped around his right arm was already soaked with blood, and blood was still dripping down.

Yan Jin quickly rummaged through the corner and pulled out a first-aid kit, deftly taking out gauze and disinfectant.

He knelt down and carefully cut open the gauze that was stuck together with blood, then used a cotton swab dipped in medicine to disinfect it.

His movements were very gentle, but Tang Xiaoya's body still trembled uncontrollably.

He quickly re-bandaged her wound and gave the order in a deep voice.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

Tang Xiaoya twitched the corner of her mouth.

"No need, I won't die."

"Tang Xiaoya!"

He roared angrily.

Don't make me angry.

Tang Xiaoya finally stopped talking and let him pick up a clean shirt and help her put it on. Then she silently followed him into the car.

The atmosphere inside the car was so oppressive it felt almost frozen.

She stubbornly turned her head to look at the rapidly receding street scene outside the window, refusing to give him even a glance.

She didn't want to talk to him, and she had nothing to say to him.

"Tang Xiaoya".

In the end, it was Yan Jin who spoke first.

"If you have any questions, you can ask me."

She didn't even turn her head, her voice flat and monotone.

"I have nothing to ask."

She really has no say in who he likes to date or who he spoils.

Yan Jin suddenly reached out and forcibly turned her face towards him, forcing her to look at him.

"Tang Xiaoya, Xia Ran is just an old friend. I just had a meal with her and did nothing else."

He offered to explain.

Therefore, in his eyes, the intimate hugs and kisses in the restaurant today were nothing special.

Tang Xiaoya looked into his deep eyes, nodded calmly, and uttered three words.

"knew."

She didn't cry or make a fuss, appearing completely indifferent, which ignited a nameless anger in Yan Jin's heart.

He emphasized his words.

"Who gave you permission to go out with Yan Chen?"

"From now on, you are not allowed to have any contact with him again. Delete his contact information."

Tang Xiaoya obediently took out her phone, found Yan Chen's WeChat in front of him, clicked on it, and deleted it.

The movements were completed in one smooth motion.

She held up her phone to show him.

"Deleted."

She's very obedient now and doesn't argue with him anymore.

"I'm a little tired and want to rest for a while."

After saying that, she leaned back against the window, closed her eyes, and gave him no further response.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Yan Jin helped her clean her wound again and carefully bandaged it before driving back to the villa.

She remained cold and aloof throughout the journey, not uttering a single word to him.

In the past, she would have clung to his arm and cried, acted coquettishly, and cried out in pain.

But now, she has no emotions at all.

Yan Jin felt a tightness in her chest.

Back at the villa, it was already past eight o'clock, and the servants had already prepared a sumptuous dinner.

Tang Xiaoya took a step to go upstairs.

He said, "Let's eat first."

Tang Xiaoya obediently sat down to eat, and ate silently.

Yan Jin explained to her again, "Xia Ran is back for an event and will only stay for a few days. She got drunk today and is being a bit clingy."

"But I didn't sleep with her."

"I promised you that I wouldn't have an affair with another woman while I'm with you."

He emphasized his commitment.

She paused for a moment, then continued eating without saying anything.

Because it has nothing to do with her.

"Um."

She replied with a single, indifferent word.

Yan Jin's anger flared up instantly.

"Tang Xiaoya, look at me! Your silent protest is useless to me."

He snatched her chopsticks and slammed them heavily on the table.