Choi In-ji, who was far away in H country, received a call from his subordinate.

"Boss, the young lady has been arrested."

Choi In-ji, who was waiting for news on a recliner, suddenly sat up and angrily shouted, "So many people couldn't protect one woman? What are you all good for?! What was the point of all the money I gave you?!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone: "I'm sorry, but we really did our best."

Choi In-ji calmed down: "Is there still a chance to rescue them?"

The person on the other end clearly gasped, then said, "The chances are slim."

"Find the best lawyer. My daughter must be defended, even if it means being deported."

"We'll try our best."

After hanging up the phone, Choi In-ji could no longer lie peacefully on the recliner waiting for news. Instead, she went back to her room, grabbed her coat, and went outside.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a familiar face: Jennie Kim.

Where do you want to go?

At this moment, Choi In-ji had no desire to argue with Kim Jennie, and simply said, "Embassy."

Jin Zhenni sneered: "Don't forget, she was adopted by the Nan family a long time ago. She's lived in Kyoto for so many years. What's the use of you going to the embassy?"

Choi In-ji's face darkened further: "Do you really have to make things difficult for me? You know perfectly well that she's my biological daughter! No matter what mistakes she's made, you can't just kill her, can you?"

Kim Jennie couldn't take it anymore and slapped Choi In-ji across the face.

Choi In-ji exclaimed in disbelief, "You..."

Jin Zhenni looked at him coldly: "Choi In-ji, I've put up with you for so many years. You know how vicious that woman is. You'd better not force me to send you and your daughter to your deaths."

After saying that, Jennie Kim turned and left in her high heels.

Choi In-ji was left standing there watching her departing figure, his eyes bloodshot and filled with hatred.

In the end, he still left.

Jennie Kim also received the message, which roughly meant: Madam, the gentleman still went to the embassy.

Jin Zhenni's eyes reddened. She couldn't understand why Choi In-ji loved Nam-sung's mother so much. Even though that person was dead, even though her daughter had committed such heinous crimes, he still wanted to save her.

——

Meanwhile, Nanxing was already being escorted to Kyoto.

Duan Ye and Luo Qingyuan were also in the car behind, and he had already put on the coat she had brought.

The two sat in the back seat while the driver drove in the front.

From the moment he got in the car, Duan Ye noticed that Luo Qingyuan's mood was off. She used to always cling to him, but now she not only didn't, she also wouldn't hold his hand.

This made Duan Ye extremely flustered.

"Um, honey..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Luo Qingyuan closed her eyes, appearing unwilling to talk.

Duan Ye: "..." Oh no, he's really angry this time, and the kind that can't be appeased.

Left with no other choice, Duan Ye had to temporarily give up the idea of ​​talking to her and gradually closed his eyes.

To be honest, he hadn't been sleeping well at night during this period, trying to end this kind of life as soon as possible. He was constantly worried about Nanxing, and with the added effects of the medication, his physical strength was indeed somewhat depleted.

Once he relaxed, Duan Ye soon fell into a deep sleep, his head casually leaning against the back of the chair, his face looking somewhat haggard.

The driver glanced back and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. This guy really had it tough, luring the enemy in deep. But the young lady wasn't exactly easy to deal with either; he could only hope for the best.

The driver was still feeling sorry for Duan Ye when, in the next second, he saw his haughty lady lean against him, and Duan Ye naturally leaned on her shoulder.

Perhaps it was the familiar scent that brought him peace of mind, but his furrowed brows relaxed.

The driver quickly looked away, feeling like he'd been hit with a thousand critical blows.

Soon, they encountered a temporary traffic jam. Looking back, the driver saw his young lady had already reached out and put her arm around him...

Good, good, good. Miss is such a serious person, yet she hugged such a big man with such a cold face.

Mr. Duan was so audacious that he hugged the young lady's slender waist, found a comfortable position, and leaned against her chest, sleeping soundly.

The driver had never seen such a scene before. In his eyes, Luo Qingyuan was sacred and noble, someone that ordinary people could never earn a second glance from, no matter how hard they tried.

After all, when he applied for the job as a driver for the Luo family a few days ago, his brothers were extremely envious of him. The pay was high, the boss was so good-looking and capable, and when he was near the ladies, both he and the car smelled sweet. The driver was very happy.

But I never expected... that I would actually set aside my pride for a man.

For a moment, the driver was envious; some people are just lucky.

So envied was the driver that he forgot about the time.

It wasn't until he met Luo Qingyuan's cold, warning gaze in the rearview mirror that the driver snapped back to reality: "I...I'm sorry, Miss..."

Luo Qingyuan didn't say anything, but simply pressed a button, raising the barrier.

Now, it's their private space.

The coldness on Luo Qingyuan's face gradually disappeared, and her warm fingertips finally gently grasped his hand.

The only sound in the car was a barely audible sigh, which sounded like a compromise or a sense of helplessness.

Duan Ye slept soundly for more than three hours on the road from Yishan to Kyoto without waking up once. He was finally woken up by noise.

There was a lot of noise outside; their convoy was surrounded by media and fans from the moment it entered Kyoto.

Traffic police were already dispersing the crowd, but so many people who had received the news came to stop them, causing their way back to be completely blocked.

This time, Duan Renji was directing traffic, while Liang Mo was dozing in the police car.

Duan Ye had just opened his eyes and wasn't fully awake when he heard her voice: "Awake?"

With his head still resting against his wife's soft chest, Duan Ye sighed and hummed contentedly, pulling her closer into his arms with even more force.

Luo Qingyuan sneered: "Oh? Now you're all clingy."

Duan Ye was incredibly shameless: "Then you won't just be clingy now, you'll be clingy all the time."

"Get out of here."

These were considered strong words between them.

but.

"I won't leave."

Duan Ye hugged her even tighter and snuggled deeper into her arms.

Luo Qingyuan was speechless with anger: "It seems you've really lost your mind. There are so many media outlets outside, aren't you going to go out and defend yourself?"

“My mind is perfectly fine. I’ve been thinking about you the whole time. The media? What does the media have to do with me? My brother and sister-in-law are here, aren’t they? They’ll handle it.”

"You always want to rely on others for everything, don't you?"

Duan Ye: "Elders are just people to rely on."

Luo Qingyuan remained silent, her expression still icy.