Huo Jiayuan suddenly stopped in her tracks, realizing that there were her own people around.
She felt a surge of joy, but she was too careful to look around. She simply kept her head down and followed Meng Yan silently, taking small steps forward little by little.
"What's wrong?" Meng Yan turned around.
Huo Jiayuan's heart felt like it was going to jump out of her mouth. She looked up at him blankly, unable to say a word.
Her unusual expression and pale face aroused Meng Yan's suspicion.
Are you feeling unwell anywhere?
"No……"
"Why don't we just wander around for a bit, then head back?" Meng Yan narrowed his eyes. He noticed the faint glow on her wrist, and seeing her absent-minded expression, he thought of her prescription and the medicinal herbs that could only be found in Southeast Asia…
His doubts pressed down on his heart like thick dark clouds.
This bracelet was very unusual; he had never seen her take it off.
Perhaps this little pendant, which flashes on and off, is some kind of code?
Thinking of this, Meng Yan suddenly grabbed her shoulders and pulled her tightly into his arms!
Huo Jiayuan was startled. When she looked up, she bumped into his strong chest. His increasingly deep eyes made her heart pound.
“Meng Yan, you…”
Meng Yan looked at her quietly.
He desperately wanted to ask her who she was, but he remained silent. He hadn't hurt her; his movements had just been too rough. From another perspective, it seemed as if he had been very rude to her.
And that angle...
Suddenly, a person rushed out of the shadows!
Meng Yan's eyes suddenly sharpened, and she quickly pushed Huo Jiayuan aside, using her body to shield her.
Before the man could even make a move, he delivered a hook punch to the man's chin!
The man let out a low cry, but it was clear he was well-trained, able to withstand the heavy punch and remain firmly in place.
His sharp gaze also surprised Meng Yan.
Meng Yan didn't have time to think much before raising his fist to attack again. This time, the man nimbly dodged and blocked his thick arm.
The two fought hand-to-hand, as if there were an erupting volcano between them, and even the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.
"Stop hitting him!" Huo Jiayuan cried out in panic. "Meng Yan, stop hitting him!"
She desperately held onto him, but Meng Yan, afraid of hurting her, momentarily distracted himself and was punched hard in the back by the man!
"Don't hit him!"
Huo Jiayuan used all her strength to push Meng Yan away and spread her arms to block the man.
Meng Yan was stunned. Looking at her standing opposite him, looking at him as if he were an enemy, he felt as if a piece of his heart was missing.
Huo Jiayuan turned around, cupped the man's face in her hands, and anxiously checked his injuries.
"Small……"
Before the man could finish speaking, he saw Huo Jiayuan wink at him.
So he swallowed the "sister" part and smiled at her, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
Huo Jiayuan was still worried.
Having spent these past few days together, she knew all too well how powerful Meng Yan's fists were. The King of Hell in the underground boxing ring, capable of killing with a single blow—how could she allow such a thing to happen to Xiao Rong, who had been by her side for so many years and remained utterly loyal to her?
"Are you... are you really alright?" Huo Jiayuan asked several times.
Meng Yan stared intently at the two of them.
Her worry was practically bulging out of her eyes!
He stood to the side, straightened his back. The punch he took wasn't a big deal, but now he actually felt pain.
Doesn't she remember that he also had injuries? Doesn't she know that these are new injuries combined with old ones?
He looked the man up and down. He was a handsome young man with delicate features, but the ferocity he displayed when throwing the punch just now seemed to contradict his refined appearance.
The man was fairer, thinner, and had more refined features than him, but his muscles were no less...
Meng Yan let out a muffled hum through his nose and coughed twice.
Huo Jiayuan then remembered him and turned to look at him.
"This person is..."
"He is Xiao Rong," Huo Jiayuan formally introduced, "He is my...my good friend."
She couldn't say that Xiao Rong was her bodyguard; how could an ordinary girl have a bodyguard?
But the words "good friend" really stung Meng Yan's heart.
He looked at her wrist, then at Xiao Rong's; they were both wearing the same bracelet with the same pendant... It turned out that they were a match made in heaven.
What good friend? He's probably just her boyfriend.
Meng Yan frowned, crossing his arms. This person's appearance made him feel annoyed for the first time in his life.
"Xiao Rong, this is Meng Yan." Huo Jiayuan smiled. "I'm so grateful for his care during my time in the border capital!"
Xiao Rong, somewhat wary, looked him over several times before smiling and extending his hand.
Meng Yan shook hands with him reluctantly, then quickly withdrew her hand.
“Thank you for taking care of Jia Yuan.” Xiao Rong said generously, “Now that I’m here, she doesn’t need to bother you anymore. I’m really sorry for the inconvenience she’s caused you while she was at your home. If you’d like, I can offer you some compensation…”
"This gentleman has just arrived in Biandu?" Meng Yan interrupted him. "Why don't you come to my house for a while? I'll prepare a couple of snacks to go with your drinks, and we can have a good chat!"
Xiao Rong remained vigilant and did not answer.
Huo Jiayuan tugged at his arm and gave him a wink.
Meng Yan stepped forward and whispered in his ear, "The street is not the place to talk. Come to my house, and we'll have a proper discussion about the 'compensation' issue you mentioned!"
Xiao Rong looked at him.
A similar dim light flashed in the eyes of both men.
Meng Yan curled her lips and strode ahead, with Huo Jiayuan pulling Xiao Rong close behind.
As soon as they entered the house, Huo Jiayuan skillfully took out slippers from the cupboard and handed them to Xiao Rong. Xiao Rong was startled and stared at her blankly, "Miss..."
"Shh!" Huo Jiayuan pressed her index finger to her lips, watching Meng Yan's retreating figure as she walked into the kitchen, and whispered, "Don't call me that!"
"But you never used to be able to get your own slippers at home!"
Huo Jiayuan pursed her lips, her little face scrunched up.
"Okay, okay, stop talking! Does your chin still hurt? He has some ointment for sprains and bruises at home, can I get some for you to apply?"
"you……"
Xiao Rong was at a loss.
He began to look around the apartment. It wasn't large, but it was fairly clean, though the presence of a single man was too obvious. The balcony was littered with punching bags, boxing gloves, and dumbbells, with men's sports vests and shorts hanging out to dry.
Perhaps because it's an old building, it's a bit damp here, and in some places the plaster on the walls is swollen from being soaked in rainwater.
Xiao Rong was filled with regret and self-blame. He couldn't imagine that the pampered Huo Jiayuan had spent the last ten days or so in the same room with a man who was like a beast...
"Dinner's ready." Meng Yan's deep voice brought the two of them back to their senses.
Xiao Rong arrived at the dining table. The food was rather rough, and there were two cans of ice-cold beer. He thought Huo Jiayuan wouldn't be able to swallow such things, but to his surprise, the little princess sat down readily, skillfully opened the cans, and beer bubbles appeared. She laughed excitedly.
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