Chapter 147: The Farewell Station

Jiang Yuan paused as she opened the car door and had to add, "I'll call you when I get there to let you know I'm safe. You should go back quickly. It's not a good idea to leave the car here. I'm afraid you'll be photographed."

It didn't matter if her face was photographed and posted anywhere, but his face was much more precious. The identity of the Yin family's crown prince was too sensitive. If someone took a photo of it and posted it online, he would inevitably be accused of abusing his privilege...

He then moved, stretched out his long arm, and took out a square exquisite gift box from the storage box on the right side of his body.

He handed it to her casually and said, "Here, it's a New Year's gift."

Jiang Yuan was stunned for a moment and opened the small box. It was a Patek Philippe ladies' watch with a platinum case and 8 rectangular diamonds inlaid on the lugs. There were a few twinkling stars in the inverted crescent moon on the dial. It was a couple's watch with the one he wore most often on his wrist.

She held the watch box in her hand, and it felt like a soft piece of flesh in her heart was being gently pulled.

"It's a bit too expensive for me, so I won't accept it." She closed the box.

He glanced at her with disdain and said impatiently, "I spent two hundred yuan to buy a little thing from a street stall to coax you, and you can accept it? Do you think it suits me?"

Jiang Yuan understood what he meant. Spending more than two million to buy a watch was no different from an ordinary person spending two hundred yuan.

"If you really don't like it, just throw it away."

He was obviously annoyed. Jiang Yuan silently put the watch away and carefully put it in her bag. "Don't think too much. Just be polite. I didn't prepare a New Year's gift for you. I've been too busy recently and forgot about it..."

Who would have thought that such a casual and unrestrained person like him would pay attention to this kind of New Year ritual? She could only make up for it by working.

The corners of his lips moved slightly, and he sneered, as if laughing at her clumsy words, but he said nothing. He just looked at her twice, suddenly stretched out his long arms, pulled her in, pinched her neck, and kissed her fiercely.

The sound of the station whistle was already ringing in her ears. Jiang Yuan was held down by him and could not move. He kissed her deeply. The faint and sharp scent of pine broke into her lips and teeth violently, sweeping her away in an instant.

Her heart seemed to stop for a few seconds. When she came to her senses, he had already let go of her and said indifferently: "Go."

Jiang Yuan's heart seemed to have suddenly crash-landed from ten thousand meters in the air onto a flat runway. Her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't speak. She just quickly opened the car door. The trunk was already open. She walked around to the back of the car, picked up the suitcase, and then walked straight towards the high-speed rail car.

Jiang Yuan found her seat and placed her luggage on the luggage rack. After sitting down, she turned her head and looked out through the window next to her seat. The black Rolls-Royce was still parked quietly in its original position.

She didn't know why he didn't leave quickly. She couldn't see the driver's seat from where she was, and could only imagine what he was doing through the black car window glass.

Maybe he's on the phone, maybe he's smoking.

The carriage door closed quickly, and then the car body began to move. The high-speed train started very quickly and drove out of the platform in a few seconds.

Jiang Yuan turned her head to look back, but her seat was not next to the window and was blocked by the car seat, so she could not see anything.

Her hand subconsciously reached into her bag and touched the watch box, lingering on it for a long time. Then, she pulled her hand out, took a few deep breaths, took out her phone, and typed a message to him, "I miss you already... Drive safely on your way home, and Happy New Year."