Huo Jiayuan was stunned.
The man's oppressive aura terrified her; although he had no expression, his calm demeanor was more frightening than a ferocious one.
"No, no..." her voice trembled, "I just wanted to contact my family and put their minds at ease!"
“Once you get in touch with your family, can you guarantee they won’t call the police?” Every word was like a block of ice escaping from Meng Yan’s mouth. “With communication so advanced these days, as long as you send a signal, the police will definitely find this place!”
Huo Jiayuan looked at him timidly, her heart pounding.
“This place is rife with various powerful forces, and it’s not something that can be solved simply by calling the police! If calling the police could get you home, I would have called the police for you the very first day I met you!”
"I didn't, I didn't..." Her eyes reddened, and tears welled up. "Let go of me, it hurts!"
Meng Yan was startled, realizing that he was pinching her thin arm, leaving red marks.
He let go, and Huo Jiayuan struggled back with all her might, jumping onto the sofa as if she were dodging a demon. She hugged herself tightly and looked at him in terror.
At that moment, the red string pendant on her hand emitted a faint light.
Huo Jiayuan was stunned for a moment, not wanting him to notice, and subconsciously covered herself with her hand.
But this action, seen by him, made his brow furrow even more—did she cherish this rope that much? Even though she was being pinched and hurt, she still wanted to protect this rope?
Therefore, the person who gave her the rope must have been someone extraordinary in her heart...
Meng Yan took a deep breath.
The atmosphere in the room was extremely tense and cold.
After an unknown amount of time, he got up and went back to his room. When he came out again, he had a bottle of spray in his hand.
Huo Jiayuan didn't know what he was going to do. She only saw the man suddenly reach out his hand, as if he was going to grab her. She screamed in fright.
“You…” Meng Yan glared at her, “Come here!”
What are you going to do?!
"Put your hand out!" the man said sternly.
Huo Jiayuan burst into tears, but just then, she felt the sofa beside her sag slightly, and a warm, broad hand covered her wrist. His movements were large but gentle, holding her small hand in his palm. Before she could react, she felt a cool, comfortable sensation on her wrist.
The air was filled with the smell of traditional Chinese medicine.
Meng Yan gently rubbed it, as if dealing with a disobedient kitten that he could do nothing about.
“This spray is specially for sprains and bruises,” he said in a low voice. “I pinched your wrist until it was red, yes…”
He paused, the words "I'm sorry" stuck in his throat, difficult to say, because he had never apologized to anyone in his life.
But in the end, he still said it, looking into her eyes, "I'm sorry."
Huo Jiayuan's heart skipped a beat, and she tried to pull her hand back, but her soft, white hand was completely enveloped by his large palm.
She could only let him massage her.
"No...it's not that serious," she whispered. "It just hurts a little, it's not to the point of 'sprains and bruises'..."
Meng Yan didn't speak, continuing with what she was doing.
He also knew it wasn't that serious.
Actually, I was just taking this opportunity to hold her little hand...
The moment the thought crossed his mind, he instantly felt disgusted, and his heart began to race. He glanced at her, then suddenly released her hand.
Huo Jiayuan was caught off guard.
"That's about it." He turned his face away. "Don't worry, you won't have any red marks on your wrist."
"oh……"
At this moment, she sat obediently on the sofa and never mentioned asking for her phone again.
Her hair was a little messy, and Meng Yan's heart was a little messy too.
She was brought here by Li Mei and Ming Liang, and has been with him for the past few days. Is he restricting her movements making her feel stifled?
He was so mean to her...
Meng Yan composed himself, coughed lightly twice, and softened his tone.
"If you want to contact your family, I can help you."
Huo Jiayuan's eyes lit up instantly...
In the afternoon, Meng Yan took her out, and after many twists and turns, they walked down the street to a small convenience store on the corner.
Huo Jiayuan looked at the slightly dilapidated little house in front of her with some surprise.
Back when she lived in Yangcheng, she rarely went to convenience stores. Even when she did, those convenience stores were spacious and bright, with shelves full of a wide variety of goods, all with particularly attractive packaging.
But this...
The location isn't great; it's situated in a place with almost no foot traffic. The items on the shelves, like the shop owner, don't look very appealing.
The only redeeming quality is that it's relatively clean, even though the little house looks dilapidated.
"This is Lao Jin," Meng Yan introduced the shop owner to her briefly. "You can make phone calls here, it's free."
Huo Jiayuan was taken aback, only to see Old Jin pull out a very old-fashioned landline phone from under the cabinet...
Her eyes widened. "I've never seen anything like this before."
"Now you've seen it, haven't you?" Meng Yan raised an eyebrow. "There are many things in this world you haven't seen before!"
Are you sure this will work?
Old Jin smiled warmly and invited her inside. But after she went in, Old Jin's strange behavior made her suspicious again—
He closed the shop door!
Huo Jiayuan couldn't help but look at Meng Yan, but the man remained calm and composed, showing no sign of anything amiss.
"Make the call quickly," he said in a deep voice. "Remember, don't call for too long."
"oh……"
Meng Yan left her in the small house, and she and Lao Jin turned around and walked outside.
Huo Jiayuan frowned, not understanding why making a phone call felt like doing something wrong.
But she didn't have time to think about that. She took a deep breath and quickly dialed her mother's number.
"Mom...Mom!" The call was quickly connected. Upon hearing Jiang Mianmian's voice, Huo Jiayuan was overwhelmed with mixed feelings, both excited and sad. He was so excited that he could hardly speak.
Jiang Mianmian paused for a moment, then asked incredulously, "Is it... Yuan Yuan? Yuan Yuan!"
"Mom, it's me!"
"Where are you now?" Jiang Mianmian shouted hoarsely, "You child, why are you always causing me so much trouble!"
Huo Jiayuan's tears welled up instantly.
Soon, the voices on the other end of the phone grew louder. Jiang Mianmian called Huo Junyu over, and Huo Jiaxi also called out to the phone. After a while, it seemed that Huo Zhixing and Jiang Can's voices could also be heard...
Huo Jiayuan couldn't stop crying. She had so much to say, but at this crucial moment, she couldn't utter a single word.
Amidst the final commotion, she heard the convenience store door click open.
She looked in the direction of the sound and saw Meng Yan walk in, looking at her with a complicated expression.
"It's getting late," he reminded him in a low voice. "I told you, don't make phone calls for too long here."
Huo Jiayuan still had tears on her face, while on the other end of the phone were the anxious voices of her family.
"Don't worry about me." She composed herself and kept it brief. "I'm doing fine. I encountered a small problem, but it's been resolved. I'll call you regularly to let you know I'm safe, so you really don't need to worry about me!"
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