The flower shop was not big and was quite deserted inside, with only one customer being Jie Yang. The owner of the flower shop was a young girl. When she was helping Jie Yang tie the roses, the girl looked at Jie Yang several times. Her hands were shaking as she was tying the ribbon on the roses, and she failed to tie the bow after several attempts.

"Sorry, my hand slipped." The girl was very embarrassed and explained awkwardly.

Xie Yang smiled and comforted him: "Don't worry, take your time."

The girl was touched by Xie Yang's smile, glared at him, suddenly raised her hand and bit her fingertips hard, then lowered her head and quickly and accurately tied the ribbon, tied a cute little rabbit-shaped rag doll on it, and handed the flower to Xie Yang.

"Here, your flowers."

Xie Yang took it and looked at the exquisite and cute handmade doll on it: "I don't think I want this."

"I, I gave it as a gift. There's a promotion going on in the store today! Yes, I gave it as a gift as part of a promotion!"

Xie Yang glanced at the various handmade materials in the large basket at the corner of the counter, then at the girl's suppressed excitement, and said, "Thank you. How much?"

“No money!”

"Um?"

The girl came back to her senses and quickly said, "No, I mean... the dolls are free! Today the store is having a promotion, so the packaging materials are also free. For the nine flowers, just give... just give forty yuan!"

Spending forty dollars on such an exquisite bouquet of flowers and a beautiful handmade doll is such a loss-making deal.

Xie Yang laughed and took out his phone: "Give me a payment code."

The girl quickly reached out to pick up the payment code on the counter and handed it to Jie Yang with both hands.

Just as Xie Yang was about to scan, another customer came in. The girl was probably too nervous, and she stuffed the tag with the payment code into Xie Yang's hand, then quickly stepped away and ran to the new customer.

Xie Yang looked at the small tag in his hand, smiled, lowered his head and scanned it himself, then entered the price, wrote "The doll is very cute, thank you" in the note, and then chose to pay.

"Are you Jie Yang?"

Xie Yang paused, turned his head and looked, and saw the customer who had just asked the girl for the price looking at this side with excitement on his face.

"Ah! Really? I'm your fan. Can I have an autograph?" The customer was a man in his late twenties. He said this while walking towards Jie Yang excitedly with his hand in his pocket.

Xie Yang looked at the man's calm eyes that were completely inconsistent with his passionate words, glanced at the man's hand reaching into his pocket, met his eyes again, and replied: "Of course, thank you for your support and love." After that, he looked at the girl behind him and said, "Sorry, I suddenly want to drink some water. Can you pour me a glass? Thank you."

The girl came to her senses, quickly responded and went to the water dispenser behind the counter.

The man had already walked up to Jie Yang and said with gratitude: "Thank you, I am so lucky to meet you today..." He finally pulled his hand out of his pocket, a flash of cold light flashed out, "...Lucky!"

The sharp blade stabbed straight at him with a cold glow.

"Well, I have tea bags here, you--" The girl who poured water turned around with a disposable cup. Seeing this scene, her eyes suddenly widened. She suddenly threw away the cup and ran to the counter to reach for the man's arm holding the knife. At the same time, she screamed at Jie Yang, "Yangyang, run!"

Xie Yang didn't expect the girl to pounce on him. He was about to grab the man's hand, but he turned sideways to avoid the blade, then raised his leg and kicked the man hard.

The man probably didn't expect Jie Yang to be so agile. He was a second late in dodging the kick. His body was hit and he staggered back two steps, away from the counter.

Xie Yang took two quick steps to stand in front of the girl, put the rose in her hand, and said, "Help me hold it, and hide well." Then he dodged the man's attack again, and flexibly moved behind the man and attacked his neck.

The man must have some basic skills and good awareness. He immediately lowered his body to create some distance between himself and Jie Yang and attacked again.

Xie Yang did not dodge this time. He just took a step sideways and let the blade brush past his clothes. At the same time, he raised his hand and firmly grasped the arm of the man who handed him the knife. He pinched the numbness on the man's arm hard, and then threw him over his shoulder cleanly.

The man was caught off guard, his arm went numb, the blade in his hand fell to the ground, and he was knocked to the ground.

Xie Yang kicked the knife off the ground. Without waiting for the man to turn over, he grabbed the man's arm and pulled and twisted him, pressing him face down on the ground. Then he pulled the man's other hand and twisted it behind his back. He asked the girl with her mouth open in an "o" shape, "Do you have a stronger ribbon?"

"Ah... yes! Yes, yes, yes!"

The girl hurriedly fetched a roll of the thickest ribbon in the store.

Xie Yang shook out the ribbon and tied the man's hands and feet together, making him like a fish that could only flutter on the ground. After doing this, he turned to the man and asked, "Who asked you to come?"

The man was subdued without knowing what was happening. He looked at Jie Yang as if he was a monster. He struggled hard for a few times, but it was useless. He lowered his head and took a few breaths, then shouted, "You ruined Edie. You don't deserve to sing! Jie Yang, get out of the entertainment industry!"

The girl was stunned, then got furious and cursed, "Bah! Edie is not worthy of singing, don't scold Yangyang!"

Xie Yang raised his eyes to look at the girl.

The girl choked and turned her head away from the sight.

Wu Shui, who stayed outside the store to take care of the half-drunk He Jun, heard the noise and rushed in. He glanced at the scene in the store, frowned fiercely, walked quickly to Jie Yang, and said, "I'm sorry, boss. I failed in my duty."

"Don't blame you. I asked you to accompany He Jun." Xie Yang stood up, looked at the man who was still making some black fan comments, and ordered, "Call the police."

Wu Shui nodded.

Not long after, the police came and Jie Yang explained the situation to the police. The girl provided the police with the surveillance video of the store, and then the group was taken to the police station to take a statement.

On the way to the police station, Xie Yang fiddled with the rose in his arms, which had some petals broken by a bump somewhere. He took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Qiu Xing, saying that he was delayed by something and would be back a little later.

Qiu Xing did not reply to the message.

Xie Yang waited for a while but received no response. He guessed that Qiu Xing might have been forced by Kirkman to go to bed early. He put away his phone and thought about what had just happened.

The man who attacked him couldn't possibly be a black fan. Whether it was his initial enthusiasm or his subsequent cursing, everything the man showed was just a poor performance.

Since he is not a black fan who was encountered by chance, he can only be a bad guy who came prepared.

He decided to get off the car at the last minute to buy flowers. The man was able to find him accurately and pretend to meet him by chance, so he must have been following him.

Many people knew that he was going to attend a meeting today. Qiu Jingwei and Feng Dian were two of them who had the opportunity to arrange people to follow him and had the motive to find someone to attack him. But whether it is Qiu Jingwei or Feng Dian, they are not yet in a desperate situation where they have to hire someone to hurt others. They are after profit, and there are so many ways to get profit. With their intelligence, they would never choose such a stupid method that could easily give others a handle on them unless it is absolutely necessary.

Then who else is in a desperate situation where he has to take desperate measures... Xie Yang looked at the police car escorting the man in front of him and narrowed his eyes.

Not long after, the police arrived. Xie Yang got out of the car with Rose, becoming a very unique landscape in the police station. Seeing that the police were all looking at him, Xie Yang smiled and explained, "This flower won't look good if you press it any further, so it's better to hold it."

The police looked away.

The statements were taken separately. When Jie Yang finished, the man who had injured the victim had just finished his statement.

He Jun was already drunk, and he followed up on the matter after arriving at the police station. When Jie Yang came out, he reported, "I heard it. The man who attacked you is called Wang Weiguo. He used to be a physical education teacher, but was fired by the school for taking drugs and became unemployed. He said he was a fan of Edie, and because of the incident between you and Edie some time ago, he became your hater. When he passed by the hotel today, he saw you coming out, so he drove after you on a whim. He originally just wanted to take a sneak shot, but in the middle of the time, he saw you get out of the car and go into the flower shop alone. You happened to have a knife on you, so he followed you into the shop on impulse."

Drug addicts are another group that is easy to exploit and bribe.

Xie Yang ordered: "Go find a good policeman and ask him to ask Wang Weiguo what he thinks of the song "Yellow"."

He Jun was puzzled: "Yellow?"

"That's what made Edie famous. Go for it."

He Jun understood and turned away.

Xie Yang went to sit in the waiting area, lowered his head to gather the flowers in his arms, closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. It was already too late. Although the supernatural power could dissolve the alcohol, it could not relieve the fatigue after the social event.

My eyelids feel heavy and my stomach feels a bit uncomfortable.

Xie Yang slowed down his breathing and his thoughts slowly drifted away.

If it weren't for the Wang Weiguo incident, he would be treating Qiu Xing right now. Delaying treatment once means reducing the possibility of successful surgery. If he hadn't gotten off the bus...

A sound of hurried footsteps came into my ears, the strength and rhythm of the steps were very familiar.

Xie Yang's thoughts were interrupted, he opened his eyes and looked sideways.

Qiu Xing, who simply wore a long coat over his hospital gown, walked in quickly. He looked around and met Jie Yang's eyes, then strode over with a stern face.

Xie Yang wondered for a moment if he was hallucinating from exhaustion, but soon he came to his senses, sat up straight, looked towards Qiu Xing, and said soothingly: "I'm fine, why are you--"

When Qiu Xing approached, he half-knelt down and stretched out his hand to check Jie Yang's body. He felt the rose was in the way and pushed it away. After making sure that Jie Yang was not injured, he stretched out his arms and hugged Jie Yang tightly.

Xie Yang was forced to lean over, and the rose in his hand tilted and hit the chair next to him.

Qiu Xing's tone was heavy and anxious: "What's going on? I saw on the news that you were attacked by anti-fans, and your phone was not connected. If Wu Shui hadn't contacted me, were you going to hide this from me again?"

news? It's on the news so soon?

Xie Yang frowned and was about to ask when Qiu Xing let go of him again.

Qiu Xing said angrily: "Wu Shui said on the phone that you were attacked when you got off the bus alone to buy something. Why did you get off the bus? How dare you get off the bus alone without Wu Shui! If you wanted to buy something, you wouldn't let Wu Shui help you--"

Xie Yang picked up the rose and handed it to Qiu Xing: "I'll get off the car and buy this for you."

The red color blocked most of his vision. Qiu Xing fell silent abruptly, and finally noticed the bouquet of roses, which had been tossed around for a while and were no longer as pretty as before.

"I thought the ward was too monotonous, it would be nice to decorate it with some flowers." Xie Yang moved the flowers away, leaned forward and hugged Qiu Xing, burying his face in Qiu Xing's shoulder. Because he was too tired, his tone and expression were rarely soft, "Ah Xing, I'm sorry for making you worry."

“…”

Qiu Xing's Adam's apple moved, and he raised his arms to hug Jie Yang tightly: "You...you really are..." He didn't finish his words, but hugged Jie Yang even tighter. After a while, he rubbed the back of Jie Yang's head hard.