"Mr. Sikong..."
In Yuncheng, everyone knows Sikong Jingyu, especially Hei Wansheng, who is also involved in the business world, so it's even more impossible for him not to know Sikong Jingyu.
Hei Wansheng, who had been arrogant just moments before, became humble and subservient.
"Wanwan, I'm late. Wait for me a moment."
Sikong Jingyu finally managed to tear his gaze away from Shi Wan, and instead looked down at Hei Wansheng with a disdainful gaze that was both imposing and oppressive.
"Didn't you just say you were going to kill me? Now I'm here. Stand up and do it to me!" Sikong Jingyu's voice was deep, his tone cold and ruthless, brooking no argument.
"No, I wouldn't dare." Hei Wansheng trembled in fright.
Hei Wansheng never dreamed that he would see Sikong Jingyu again one day. He was terrified by the thought of him fighting!
When Hei Wansheng's brothers looked at Sikong Jingyu and at this grand display, some were terrified and stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.
"I said, get up and deal with me," Sikong Jingyu repeated calmly, his tone carrying an unquestionable sense of command.
Startled, Hei Wansheng scrambled to his feet and looked at Sikong Jingyu with timid deference: "Mr. Sikong... I dare not."
"Get me." Sikong Jingyu said succinctly.
Hei Wansheng knew he couldn't escape today. If Sikong Jingyu wanted to mess with him, he couldn't avoid it. He wouldn't be able to leave until Sikong Jingyu vented his anger today.
He simply raised his fist and charged at Sikong Jingyu, pretending to shout, "I'll kill you..."
Sikong Jingyu remained calm until Hei Wansheng's arm was about to touch him. Then, Sikong Jingyu slowly raised his arm, grabbed Hei Wansheng's arm, and pulled hard. Hei Wansheng cried out in pain and fell to the ground, unable to move his arm.
"ah!"
Hei Wansheng screamed in agony, his face turning pale with pain. He looked at Sikong Jingyu with awe, thinking to himself, "Now Sikong Jingyu will finally feel better."
Soon after, an emergency helicopter landed in the open area. The doctor called to confirm the location: "Hello, we've arrived. Please tell us your exact location."
"I see you. Keep going straight."
Sikong Jingyu said calmly and hung up the phone.
When the doctors and nurses arrived at the scene, they heard Hei Wansheng cry out in pain: "Doctor, it hurts so much!"
Looking at Hei Wansheng lying on the ground, the doctor examined his injuries and whispered, "Who hit him? Should I call the police?"
"I made the call." Sikong Jingyu's lips curled slightly, his tone indifferent.
"I called 120, but I forgot to call 110. Shall I call one now?" Sikong Jingyu asked Hei Wansheng calmly.
"No need, no need, we're just practicing our skills, it's nothing." Hei Wansheng tried to smile, but the pain twisted his smile.
"I will cover all medical expenses, so you can rest assured and stay in the hospital."
After saying that, Sikong Jingyu turned his head slightly and calmly said to the men in suits, "Take him to the hospital for a full-body check-up. In his condition, he won't be able to leave the hospital for at least a month."
"Yes!" the man in the suit nodded.
What!
Hei Wansheng's pupils trembled. If he was going to be beaten for a month, he might as well just stab him and be done with it!
"Mr. Sikong, I'm not in pain anymore." Hei Wansheng quickly shook his head, looking pained.
"No, you're still in pain. Take you to the hospital," Sikong Jingyu said with a faint smile.
After saying that, several men in suits put Hei Wansheng on the helicopter. Hei Wansheng wanted to cry but had no tears, yet he was powerless to resist.
"Mr. Sikong, I was wrong!"
Hei Wansheng's pleas for mercy were to no avail.
Sikong Jingyu looked at the doctor, his tone indifferent yet carrying an undeniable pressure: "Treat him well."
"Okay..." the doctor nodded.
Once on the helicopter and seated inside, the doctor realized that he seemed to have been given a plan.
Who was that man just now?
Even though he was speaking normally, he felt a strange sense of oppression.
Finally, only Sikong Jingyu and Shi Wan remained.
Sikong Jingyu's expression became slightly tense, completely losing the domineering aura he had just exuded.
Shi Wan's eyes were clear as she quietly looked at Sikong Jingyu, a slight ripple appearing in them.
"Wanwan." Gazing at Shi Wan, Sikong Jingyu called out softly.
When I saw Sikong Jingyu again, I had a feeling of being in another world.
In Shi Wan's memory, Sikong Jingyu was always noble and aloof, and every move he made exuded an air of superiority.
Now, his gaze seems much gentler and more humble than before.
"Mr. Sikong, it's been a long time," Shi Wan replied politely.
"Yes..." Sikong Jingyu's throat tightened, his burning gaze fixed on Shi Wan, unblinking.
"Would you like some tea?" Shi Wan asked casually.
Shi Wan's voice was neither loud nor soft, but it sounded like a spell to Sikong Jingyu.
"good......"
Sitting in the tea room, Shi Wan picked up the teapot and poured tea.
Sikong Jingyu sat opposite Shi Wan, his eyes revealing an undisguised depth.
If Sikong Jingyu remembered correctly, this should be the first time they had sat together calmly.
It's much better now. At least, Shi Wan is willing to sit down and spend some time with him.
It has been more than a year, and Shi Wan has no idea how much effort Sikong Jingyu has put in to restrain himself from coming to see her.
Originally, Sikong Jingyu planned to do what he always did today: check on Shi Wan from afar to make sure she was doing well before heading back.
Sikong Jingyu wouldn't have shown up if someone hadn't bullied Shi Wan.
At this moment, he sat opposite Shi Wan, staring straight at her, confronting his own desires with such honesty, yet he controlled himself, not daring to cross the line.
Shi Wan poured tea and handed it to Sikong Jingyu, smiling slightly, "Have some tea."
"good."
Sikong Jingyu was more obedient than ever before in front of Shi Wan.
He was not only obedient, but he also had many other emotions that he never showed in anyone else, except for Shi Wan.
After finishing his tea, Sikong Jingyu held the cup, gazing silently at Shi Wan, his voice heavy with uncertainty: "Wanwan, do I... still have a chance?"
Shi Wan smiled and asked a question that had always intrigued her, her tone gentle yet tinged with a hint of aloofness, "Mr. Sikong, I've always been curious, what is it about me that you like?"
There are plenty of women prettier than her.
There are many people more outstanding than her.
She is not gentle, submissive, or obedient; she cannot provide emotional value—these are the qualities a man values most when looking for a partner.
Logically speaking, Sikong Jingyu shouldn't like Shi Wan.
"..." Sikong Jingyu fell silent for a moment.
What does he love at night?
Love cannot be embodied, but Shi Wan's image in Sikong Jingyu's heart is very concrete. She is independent, whether in terms of economics, spirit, or emotions.
If you really had to ask him what he loved about her, it would probably be... her kindness, her stubbornness, her persistence, her resilience, and even... everything about her.
"Is this question difficult to answer, Mr. Sikong?" Shi Wan smiled, her tone calm.
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