Chapter 50 Chapter 50 Typhoon Day

Shen Yanfeng's new message lit up on the screen: [He is protecting you.]

Guan Mi was puzzled. Who would hurt her except for satisfying his own desire for control?

Who will hurt me?

Unless he could give her a plausible explanation, she would never accept this surveillance.

More news popped up:

What did you talk about behind my back?

[Did I have dinner at your house? Last week I went there, and you wouldn't even let me in.]

The words were filled with overwhelming jealousy. Regardless of whether they were officially related or not, as long as Wen Li still held a place in Guan Mi's heart, it was enough to make Shen Yanfeng lose control.

Guan Mi rubbed his eyebrows, hesitated for two seconds, then deleted the dialog box and checked other messages.

Beijing.

The atmosphere in the Shen family's living room was so solemn that it could be squeezed out of water.

Wen Siyi lowered her eyes to stare at her knees, her hands folded tightly on the hem of her skirt. She sat beside Shen Cunyi, her face pale, like a magnolia stricken by wind and rain.

Shen Cunyi's palm covered Wen Siyi's trembling hand, silently supporting her.

Sitting in the main seat, Shen Minyan had a solemn expression on his face, and the air pressure around him was so low that people dared not approach him. Secretary Qiao, who was standing next to him, had a face as calm as water.

Shao Xin's emotions were complex, her eyes brimming with disappointment. If it weren't for the incident with Shen Cunyi, she would have truly trained Wen Siyi to be Xia Yu's right-hand woman. One was decisive and daring, the other meticulous and steady. If they were to take over the Shao Group, they would surely be able to hold it together.

But she never imagined that this girl, whom she had placed such high hopes on, would have been in a relationship with her eldest son for such a long time. This time, she was even willing to be taken back by Chen Yanfeng's men because she couldn't let go of this relationship.

She stared at Wen Siyi and said coldly, "Siyi, you should know how much I've always admired you. If you still refuse to part with Cunyi today, the Shen family will immediately move forward with the marriage with the Lu family. How will you cope then? Will you return to the Shaw Corporation and continue your promising future, or will you be content to be a third party, forever hidden from the public eye?"

Wen Siyi's face suddenly turned pale, her lips trembled slightly, but she stubbornly remained silent.

Shen Cunyi said firmly: "I will not marry the one from the Lu family. Si Yi is the wife I have already chosen, and she will never be a person who is hidden from the public."

Shen Minyan put down the teacup.

Secretary Qi seemed to have heard some instructions and said calmly, "Miss Wen, I heard that Lishui is recently carrying out a rectification of the tea industry. Are all the procedures for your father's tea factory complete?"

He continued, "This kind of local industry is most afraid of policy adjustments. If you're not careful, it could be seriously damaged."

Chen Yanfeng sat aside with a dull expression, completely out of tune with the tense atmosphere in the living room. He casually crossed his legs and leaned back in the armchair.

But he kept looking at his phone, and his patience gradually faded away as the screen never lit up.

In the end, he couldn't stand it any longer and stood up, saying, "You're just talking nonsense. You only know how to threaten people."

Hearing this, Shen Minyan glared at him coldly: "Uncle Yang, from now on, Shen Yanfeng is not allowed to set foot in the Shen family."

With a smile on his face, Shen Yanfeng put one hand in his pocket and walked away leisurely.

I couldn't ask for more.

/

The lights in Lu Kai's villa were bright.

Dai Rou returned home yesterday with Liao Yihai who had just finished the competition.

Lu Kai had begun arranging her welcome banquet a week ago. Dai Rou was not a sociable person, and disliked noise, so he held the banquet at his villa, inviting only a few close friends for a private and intimate occasion.

At this time, Lu Kai was carefully serving food to Dai Rou, picking up a piece of tender fish belly meat and putting it on her plate. He turned his head to look at Shen Yanfeng, who was staring at his phone opposite him with an extremely sour face.

"It's no use just looking at your phone. Go and bring her back. We finally found her. Aren't you afraid she'll run away again?"

Dai Rou took a sip of red wine and smiled gently: "I heard that your relationship with your eldest brother is not going smoothly?"

Liao Yihai shook his wine glass and said jokingly, "Not only is it not going well, the girl doesn't buy his tricks at all. It's no use pestering her, Guan Mi doesn't take any action at all, she hides when she sees him."

"I always believe in one thing," Lu Kai's handsome face flushed suspiciously, "If you lick the dog to the end, you will get everything you want."

Chen Yanfeng glanced at Dai Rou, who was silent, and sneered: "I didn't see that."

"I think distance creates beauty." Liao Yihai put down his glass and said seriously, "Give her some time and space. Don't be around her all the time. Maybe one day she'll suddenly realize she likes you and come to you on her own initiative."

"You have to be more patient and wait."

"What a shady trick! Aren't you afraid that you'll end up waiting for a wedding invitation?" Lu Kai raised an eyebrow. "Don't forget that he stole Secretary Guan from someone else."

He only learned about this matter earlier this year. At the annual Wind Expo, he overheard people from the CEO's office chatting about Guan Mi's predecessor's striking appearance, and curiously, he asked a few more questions. Later, after sorting out the timeline and sending people to Jiangcheng to gather some information, much became clear.

Thinking of this, Lu Kai couldn't help but sigh. His buddy really didn't play by the rules. Once he saw something he liked, he would fight for it and he was determined to get it, regardless of other people's life or death.

But frankly, he was also responsible. If he hadn't been so nosy and insisted that Chen Yanfeng was interested in Guan Mi, perhaps the series of events that followed wouldn't have happened. He also played a role in fueling the flames of this relationship.

Shen Yanfeng ignored them.

They were right, he had indeed robbed. In the law he believed in, if you can't have it, you must take it, it's just right.

He put down the chopsticks he had barely touched and picked up his phone again.

The two most recent messages in the chat box were still green bubbles sent by him, hanging there alone, with no response from the other party.

He swiped the screen and flipped it upwards.

Is it because he didn't respond to her question "Who will hurt me"?

He was inexplicably certain that when she typed this sentence, she must have had the unspoken prefix in her mind - "except you".

Scrolling further up, he stared at her self-torturingly as she said, "Do you think I really said that to you?"

Of course, he could hear the venom in those words. But he had to admit that Guan Mi was right, and those words were definitely not directed at him.

The memory of that night was so vivid that it was blinding. It was so intense that Guan Mi fainted several times, and the last time she even lost consciousness on him.

Just as he was holding her limp body and cleaning her, he suddenly heard her mumbling unconsciously in her coma: "Wen Li, why are you so strong tonight..."

The impact at that moment was no less than being slapped in the face.

After I cleaned her up and saw her with her body flushed pink and curled up obediently, my anger was mostly gone.

When people relax, they tend to do unnecessary things. He hugged her, who was almost asleep, and kissed her again and again, and asked softly, "Mimi, do you love me?"

She replied dazedly, "Love."

It would be nice if it ended here. But she added, "I love you... Wen Li."

That's why there was that video. Just think of him as fooling himself.

After regaining his composure, Shen Yanfeng raised his head, finished the wine in the glass, grabbed his phone and went straight up to the second floor.

He stood by the pool, feeling the alcohol burning in his blood.

It is certainly not advisable to swim after drinking, but he jumped in anyway.

“Plop—”

The water splashed everywhere. He quickly surfaced, swam back to the edge of the pool, picked up his phone, and dialed Guan Mi's video call. He listened to the waiting tone, his eyes fixed on the screen.

When the video was connected, Guan Mi saw Shen Yanfeng floating in the water, soaking wet, with his hair stuck to his forehead and an abnormal red glow at the corners of his eyes.

He had a party at Lu Kai's house tonight and had obviously drunk quite a bit of alcohol.

Her lips moved slightly, but no sound came out and then quickly closed.

Finally, Shen Yanfeng lost his temper and said in a low, hoarse voice: "I've been drinking."

"I can see that." Guan Mi said calmly, "You think you've had enough of life, so you're swimming after drinking, and you specifically asked me to witness it?"

Chen Yanfeng looked away and let out a helpless chuckle towards the inky night sky.

"From now on, no one will follow you," he said. "I have to go on a business trip abroad in the next few days and won't go to Sanya to disturb you."

He turned his head, his eyes showing no smile: "Are you happy?"

After saying that, he turned his head back.

Guan Mi stared at his profile quietly, then looked away without answering.

The two of them just treated each other coldly, neither of them spoke, and neither of them looked at each other.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of rippling water came through the receiver. Guan Mi propped his chin up on his knees and looked back at the screen.

Shen Yanfeng walked over and pushed all the wet hair back, revealing his full forehead and handsome eyebrows.

He raised his phone and leaned closer. "Take that back, okay?"

He spoke in a low voice, as if pleading cautiously.

Guan Mi immediately understood what he was referring to. Looking at the man on the screen, his hair disheveled but still incredibly handsome, and thinking of his humble attitude just now, she nodded slightly.

"You go ashore first," she said.

/

On the third day after Guan Mi returned to Sanya, the weather suddenly changed.

At first, there were only thick gray clouds gathering at the end of the horizon, and the sea breeze carried an unusual smell.

Du Xiang called and said, "This typhoon is really coming! Go stock up on food, close the shop and go home to hide."

Last night, Shen Yanfeng also told Guan Mi about the weather changes in Sanya, and asked someone to pick her up to take her to Mr. Shen's place for shelter. Naturally, she did not agree.

As soon as he woke up this morning, Guan Mi went to buy some dry food. He rushed back to the bookstore against the increasingly strong wind, took out the waterproof tape he had prepared earlier, and carefully pasted it in a cross shape on the glass wall. It is said that this can enhance the wind resistance of the glass.

Listening to the howling wind outside through the glass, she suppressed her fear and quickly moved all the books on the lower shelf to a safe place.

In just half a day, the typhoon warning jumped from blue to red.

The strong wind was like an out-of-control beast, slamming into the glass wall of the library frantically, making a heart-pounding roar.

After moving all the books, Guan Mi was sweating all over. She picked up her things and was about to leave when she saw branches as thick as bowls being easily broken. Looking back, the sea in the distance turned into a boiling pool of ink, and the surging waves repeatedly engulfed the coastline.

The rain hasn't started yet, maybe I can still run back.

But as soon as this thought flashed through his mind, the entire bookstore suddenly fell into darkness.

The power went out, and at the same time, heavy rain poured down like a waterfall.

Only the emergency lights in the bookstore emitted a faint glow.

Guan Mi took a step back without hesitation, closed the shop door, used all his strength to push the coffee workbench little by little behind the door, and then rushed into the small warehouse in the bookstore with his bag.

The warehouse was small but safe, the sounds of the storm outside muffled in here. She huddled in a corner of the piled-up area, wrapping herself in a thin blanket.

The cell phone signal was intermittent. She saw that Shen Yanfeng had sent more than a dozen messages. When she was about to reply, the signal was completely cut off.

About forty minutes later, the wind and rain seemed to subside a bit. Guan Mi emerged from the warehouse, concluding that the most dangerous period might have passed.

She pushed open the workbench against the door with difficulty and slowly opened the shop door.

The streets were in a mess, covered with broken branches, gravel and debris that had been brought in from nowhere, and the water was ankle-deep.

She turned around, propped the workbench back up, and took a last look at the things in the library.

"Good luck to you."

Holding the backpack in his arms, Guan Mi lowered his head and rushed into the wind and rain.

Fortunately, the wind didn't suddenly pick up. When she got home, she quickly washed the mud off her feet with cold water and changed her clothes.

Sure enough, even stronger winds and rain were coming and did not stop all night.

There was no power, no water, and no signal, and the whole night passed like this.

The next day at noon, the rain was still falling, but the typhoon seemed to have passed.

Guan Mi was thinking about the books in the library and wanted to go over and take a look. But when he went to the balcony, he saw that the water downstairs was already thigh-deep and he couldn't get out at all.

She went to the room to check her phone, but there was still no signal.

She waited until almost evening when the signal bar finally came on. Seeing that her phone only had one bar of battery left, she pulled out the power bank she had prepared long ago.

After charging, I clicked on WeChat. The last message from Shen Yanfeng was around 1:00 a.m., saying that he had landed at Guangzhou Airport, and there was no news after that.

Realizing that he might take the risk to come over, he quickly replied: [Where are you now?]

This typhoon also affected several cities in Guangdong, paralyzing all land, sea, and air transportation. Driving here would have been too dangerous. When Shen Yanfeng landed, the wind was at its strongest.

After sending the message, she didn't wait and called directly.

Turn off the computer.

She paced back and forth in the dim room, clutching her hot phone. Outside the window, muddy water slapped against the building, a sound that was unsettling.

It wasn't until darkness fell that town officials, along with a few young people, used shovels to clear the clogged sewer. Amid the noise of diesel pumps, the water finally receded.

Guan Mi walked to the balcony and saw neighbors busy pushing their flooded motorcycles out of their houses. The air was filled with the unique earthy smell of the floodwaters receding.

She suddenly remembered Assistant Liu's number.

The moment the phone was connected, she blurted out: "Where is Mr. Shen?"

"Secretary Guan?" Special Assistant Liu was visibly stunned, then replied, "I went straight back to Beijing. President Shen didn't let me go to Guangzhou with him. But don't worry, he got on the boat he finally found half an hour ago and should be at sea now. His phone probably ran out of battery."

Guan Mi arrived at the library, flashlight in hand, and was stunned. The glass wall covered in tape was covered in spiderweb-like cracks, the floor was covered in mud and water, and several bookshelves had been overturned.

She had come to work. She propped her flashlight on the counter, rolled up her sleeves, and began to tidy up. Fortunately, most of the books had been moved to a higher corner in time, and most of the damaged books were magazines on display.

Every time she was busy, she would make a phone call.

Or turn off the power.

Until late at night, several flashlights ran out of battery, so Guan Mi lit a candle.

Actually, all of this could wait until daybreak, but she had to keep herself busy, otherwise the anxiety in her heart would not give her a moment of peace.