Chapter 71 Pressing him against the hood and kissing him fiercely

The pine trees were covered with a thick layer of snow, and the cold wind was biting, causing the snow to break branches and make a creaking sound.

There were no other cars along the way. The black SUV sped past like a swift beast. When it reached the top of the mountain, he deftly unbuckled his seatbelt, took out his cigarette case and lighter, and got out of the car.

The door slammed shut, and the car gradually fell silent.

He leaned against the car, his tall and slender back exuding an air of aloofness and elegance. His shoulders were broad and straight. The wind was strong on the mountain. He lowered his head to gather a flame and light a cigarette, the white smoke of which was immediately blown away by the wind.

His short, jet-black hair was combed up, and a few strands fell down, making his features more defined, giving him a sharp and cold handsomeness.

He was smoking quite heavily, smoking three cigarettes in a row. Jiang Yimian couldn't stand it anymore, got out of the car, and looked across the street. "Hey, are you trying to smoke yourself to death here?"

Bo Jinzhou glanced at her with his eyes drooping, then continued to smoke in silence.

Jiang Yimian walked over and snatched the cigarette from his hand, placed it between her red lips, took a drag, and exhaled the white smoke which was dispersed by the wind. Her bright features were charming and beautiful, but at this moment they seemed a little mischievous.

"Your cigarettes are pretty good, they must be expensive."

Bo Jinzhou frowned, snatched the cigarette back from her hand, and stomped it out.

When did you learn to smoke?

His voice was hoarse from the smoke, low and deep, carried on the sound of the wind.

Jiang Yimian leaned against the car with her hands in her pockets, looking at the tall buildings below the mountain in the distance.

"I already know how to do it," she said, the wind blowing her hair around. She reached up to tidy it, the cold air entering her nostrils making her feel unbearably cold.

Seeing that she was dressed in thin clothes, Bo Jinzhou took off his coat and wrapped it around her.

"Jiang Yimian, this is my last warning to you: you are not allowed to see Lin Zhiren again."

The man tightened his grip on her, his sharp eyes fixed on her.

Jiang Yimian's lips moved slightly. "Why should I?"

Bo Jinzhou: "You can try challenging me and see the consequences."

"Bo Jinzhou, you have no right to make such a demand of me."

He scoffed, "I'm your legal husband, so why don't I have the right?"

"Didn't I tell you to behave yourself yesterday? You're still injured and you're already running off to see your old flame. Why didn't you come to see me?"

Jiang Yimian pushed him away, saying, "You said it yourself, he's an old flame. Of course, my first love is much more important than you." She deliberately raised her lips in a provocative smile.

Bo Jinzhou felt a pang of pain in his heart, and a sudden look of sorrow filled his eyes. Jiang Yimian felt a tightness and bitterness in her heart when she met his gaze, and turned her head away. "I don't want to talk to you about these trivial things."

The wind made his eyes sting and wet. Bo Jinzhou felt that every breath of cold air was like an ice blade scraping his heart and lungs.

His voice was hoarse with a gritty quality: "Okay, then let's talk about your fear of fire."

"In the years I was away, you even learned to smoke. Jiang Yimian, is there anything I don't know about you?"

These words felt like stones being thrown at her head, causing her to furrow her brow and twist her coat fabric tightly.

"Who isn't afraid of fire? Wouldn't you be afraid if the fire were right in front of you?"

"You're making such a fuss over something as simple as smoking? Haven't you ever seen a woman smoke before?"

She tried to keep her tone calm and playful, avoiding looking him in the eye.

"Jiang Yimian, you're lying."

"No," she immediately denied.

Bo Jinzhou smiled wryly, "You haven't changed a bit in your life. You don't dare to look people in the eye when you lie, and you keep your head down, looking just as guilty as ever."

Jiang Yimian's eyelashes trembled. Over the years, she had told countless lies, and each time she had been able to deal with them calmly without leaving a trace.

How could I have made such a big mistake in front of him?

Jiang Yimian frowned, feeling somewhat irritated.

She looked up and met the man's dark eyes. "I said no, and that's final."

“You called his name.”

Jiang Yimian was a little speechless. "So?"

"Why do you call his name when you are most afraid?"

Jiang Yimian's nose was blocked by the cold wind, and she sniffed hard. "Because he's good."

She laughed carelessly and nonchalantly, not answering his question properly at all.

Bo Jinzhou, having exhausted his patience, grabbed the back of her head, inserted his five fingers into her dark hair, and lifted her chin, forcing her to look up.

Their lips were both cold and devoid of warmth. Bo Jinzhou bit her as punishment, and Jiang Yimian winced in pain, yet she couldn't push him away.

Bo Jinzhou felt a pang of bitterness in his chest, and his voice carried a warning: "Jiang Yimian, you better speak properly."

"Want to know?" Jiang Yimian was very annoyed and decided to just give up. "Because he was there for me during my most difficult days. He saved me many times, so he was special. Even if he betrayed me, he was still special in my heart."

He released his grip, letting his hands fall limply, and spoke with difficulty: "Six years ago, you burned down the warehouse of Qingyue Villa. Was it then that you became afraid of fire?"

The warehouse at Qingyue Villa was her lifelong nightmare, the trigger for her worsening depression, the source of post-traumatic stress disorder, and a pain she could never forget.

Lin Zhiren saved her; he was the only one who rushed into the fire to save her.

Lu Wenchang was ashamed and afraid that if word got out, people would gossip and it would damage his reputation, so he blocked the news.

Everyone was in the villa's main hall at the time. The warehouse was in a remote location. When they learned of the fire, they all left Qingyue Villa. Only a few servants knew about her being in the fire.

Those servants were all hired temporarily, and the master paid them to keep quiet so they wouldn't tell anyone.

Later, a rumor spread that Jiang Yimian was jealous of her older sister Lu Yiwan and resented her parents, so she burned down the warehouse to deliberately create an accident.

Everyone is verbally abusing her, saying she's unscrupulous and heartless. Aren't they afraid that this will affect innocent people?

The cold wind reddened the man's eyes. He knew some things in his heart, but he dared not think about them or investigate them in detail.

He was thin, and the wind reddened his eyes and nose, making him look somewhat forlorn. "What about the safety amulet?"

"No matter how special he is, you shouldn't give him the safety charm."

"That's our keepsake, the token that made us betrothed as children."

Jiang Yimian found it laughable. "Childhood betrothal? What era are we living in that you still bring up childhood betrothal? Aunt Pei's original intention in giving me the peace buckle was to ensure my safety, but I found that it can't protect me, so keeping it is useless."

"My things are mine, I can give them to whomever I want."

Her words were so heartless, her voice so cold.

A cold wind howled past, and the two fell into a brief silence.

After a long silence, Bo Jinzhou finally spoke. He opened his eyes, which were bloodshot and sinister, and his voice was more ruthless and cold than ever before, “The last time.”

“Jiang Yimian, this is the last time. Lin Zhiren’s special status ends here, and the matter of the safety buckle is also the last time. If I ever hear his name from your mouth again, I will kill him.”

Jiang Yimian turned and left, muttering, "Crazy."

Bo Jinzhou took two steps forward, grabbed her arm, and pressed her against the hood of the car. He kissed her fiercely again. His cold lips gradually warmed, and Jiang Yimian felt a wave of dizziness. She pounded his chest and yelled, "Get out..."

He really wanted to bite her cold, heartless mouth until it softened, to make her give in and stop hurting him like this.

But he couldn't bear to use so much force.