Chapter 109 You're really ruthless, especially to me.
Jiang Yimian went downstairs and searched everywhere for Bo Jinzhou.
Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed. She turned around, and her nose was filled with a familiar, cool fragrance. The man's expression was indifferent, and his lips were stiff: "Where have you been?"
Jiang Yimian felt inexplicably uneasy for some reason, and looked away. "I just wandered around and found it pretty boring."
The man's breathing was heavier than usual, as if he was suppressing something, a slight tremor concealing it. "Then let's go home."
Jiang Yimian was taken aback. "Isn't it a bit inappropriate to leave now?"
Bo Jinzhou held her hand tightly and led her away, saying, "The gift is enough."
Jiang Yimian's phone vibrated, and she was so distracted that she didn't notice the subtle oddness about Bo Jinzhou.
The email Huo Yun sent contained details of Lu Wenchang's shady dealings over the years; any one of them alone could land him in jail for life.
In the document, Huo Yun also said that her senior brother had been found and, during the rescue, he was being held under strict guard in a villa in the middle of nowhere in Italy.
He was like a cow, forced to produce excellent works to spread out and create the illusion that he was still alive.
Jiang Yimian's eyes suddenly reddened when she saw this. The senior brother who had always taken care of her was as warm as an older brother, yet he was imprisoned and deprived of his freedom and humanity.
She seemed to be in a bad mood, and Bo Jinzhou noticed it. He gently pinched the soft flesh of her palm with his cool fingertips. "What's wrong?"
Jiang Yimian looked up at him, her eyes red as she held back her tears, "I've found my senior brother."
Bo Jinzhou's deep eyes were fixed on her.
"He was imprisoned, trapped there without freedom, just like me."
Upon hearing this, Bo Jinzhou's pupils constricted sharply, his breathing trembled, and his heart felt as if it were being slowly sliced apart with every breath.
He has never dared to face the reality of her situation over the past few years.
After a long silence, with only the noise of cars speeding by in his ears, his voice was as cold as ice water: "Guo Jie will arrive in America tomorrow."
Jiang Yimian suddenly looked up, grabbed his arm, and squeezed so hard that her knuckles turned white.
"What did you say?"
Bo Jinzhou's cold eyes concealed a deep pain. "Song Zhou is here. We will bring him back to the country as soon as possible."
A sharp pain shot through her arm, and Jiang Yimian said urgently, "I want to see him in person."
"I can't wait a moment longer."
Bo Jinzhou looked at her intently, his fingers pinching her chin. "Just two days."
Jiang Yimian shook her head. "I'm afraid Lu Wenchang will find out and kill me to cover it up. It's much easier to do it in the United States than in China."
Before dawn, the two set off. Bo Jinzhou's private jet was parked on the exclusive tarmac. The wind was strong, blowing her long hair wildly. She grabbed a handful of hair and pulled it back, highlighting her superior forehead and skull. Her eyebrows and eyes were cool and beautiful. Even without makeup, she was stunning.
The man pulled her into his arms and wrapped her trench coat tightly around her.
The first time she saw this plane was when he and Lu Yiwan flew back to China together.
Jiang Yimian: "Why did you return to China with her back then?"
Bo Jinzhou's voice, as cold as ice water, was blown away by the wind, "Keep her calm."
Although the answer was optional, she still wanted to know the truth.
Jiang Yimian couldn't sleep. She was tense, dizzy, and her eyes were bloodshot.
Bo Jinzhou couldn't bear to watch any longer and forcefully made her fall asleep. The familiar scent of the man lingered around her nose, and Jiang Yimian dozed off for more than an hour before finally falling asleep.
But I was woken up by the jolting not long after I fell asleep.
Bo Jinzhou reassured him, "It's just air currents, it's nothing serious."
Jiang Yimian found it difficult to fall asleep again.
Bo Jinzhou got her some water. "Your sleep is so bad, have you seen a doctor?"
Jiang Yimian paused slightly, her voice muffled, "I just can't sleep, no need to see a doctor."
Some words were stuck in Bo Jinzhou's throat. He really wanted to tear off all the pretense and talk to her openly about those hidden things.
But when he reached that point, he stopped in time, acting cowardly in a way that was completely unlike him.
He even felt he had no right to question them.
When they arrived in Los Angeles, it was evening, and Bo Jinzhou's people had already arrived ahead of time.
The two men, wearing masks and hats, emerged from the VIP entrance, surrounded by a row of bodyguards in black.
A bullet struck the newly opened car window, shattering it instantly but not breaking. Bo Jinzhou reacted quickly, pulling her into his arms, while the bullet remained firmly embedded in the glass.
Everyone reacted immediately. Bullets whistled past, and Jiang Yimian's mind went blank. She was protected by Bo Jinzhou and retreated to the back of the car. The enemy's attack was strong and they outnumbered each other. They kept attacking and seemed to be trying to wipe them all out.
Bo Jinzhou took a pistol from his hand and looked down at Jiang Yimian, whose face was pale and who looked completely lost.
"Don't move here."
Jiang Yimian clutched his clothes tightly, her eyes filled with fear and unease: "Where are you going?"
Bo Jinzhou: "I'll cover for you."
"Don't look back."
Jiang Yimian shook her head, tears falling like pearls from her eyes. "No, let's go together."
A Black man walked over and said in English, "Boss, the other side is too strong. We need to get out of here quickly."
Bo Jinzhou reassured her, "Don't worry, my men will be here soon, you go first."
Jiang Yimian shook her head, her voice trembling with immense fear: "No, no."
The air was filled with the relentless friction and impact of gunfire; many people had already fallen, and the place reeked of blood.
It seemed like they couldn't kill everyone on the other side, so they could only keep retreating.
He led her behind a pillar. Bo Jinzhou's hand holding the gun was bleeding; his arm had been grazed by a bullet when he was dodging.
A black sedan drove up, followed by several other cars; Bo Jinzhou's men had arrived.
Bo Jinzhou's dark eyes were cold and sharp. Under the cover of his bodyguards, he led Jiang Yimian towards the car. The distance, which was only a dozen meters, now seemed impossibly far.
Suddenly, a muffled groan came from above. Jiang Yimian's heart felt like it had stopped beating. The man was very strong and pushed her into the car. His face was pale and blood was draining from his body at an extremely fast pace.
Jiang Yimian gripped his hand tightly and screamed, "Come up here!"
Bo Jinzhou's lips were stiff, his face tense as he got into the car, and the others covered their departure.
The tires screeched as they sped away, leaving a crackling sound on the car body. Jiang Yimian buried her head in Bo Jinzhou's arms.
"Heart pounding" is not enough to describe the fear she felt at that moment.
Gunfights she had only ever seen on TV were now unfolding right before her eyes, leaving her unable to react otherwise and instinctively curling up in a safe place.
Her palms were sticky, damp, and warm. Jiang Yimian opened her lips but couldn't speak. Her throat felt like it was blocked by something. She looked up, and the bloodshot eyes were unusually red because of her emotions at that moment.
The man was pale, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his thin lips were tightly pressed together. Jiang Yimian stretched out her hand with trembling hands, as if to confirm something.
Jiang Yimian looked at the person in the driver's seat, her voice rising, shrill and terrified, "He's been shot!"
Bo Jinzhou reached out and cupped her cheek, opened his eyes, and said in a hoarse, weak voice, "...It's okay, I'm fine."
"Boss, we'll be at the hospital soon. Please hang in there a little longer."
Jiang Yimian's face was covered in water stains, and the sticky blood on her hands was stuck to his. The man held her hand tightly, constantly comforting the emotionally distraught Jiang Yimian.
As his voice grew weaker, Jiang Yimian's sharp voice called out to him, "We're almost there, hang in there, Bo Jinzhou..."
He leaned heavily against her, muttering "I'm sorry." Jiang Yimian was breathing rapidly, her emotions on the verge of collapse, yet she still forced herself to speak.
"Sorry is no use. I don't accept verbal apologies. Bo Jinzhou, even if you die, I will never forgive you. You'd better live well!"
Her voice trembled so badly that some of her words were unintelligible, but Bo Jinzhou heard them clearly, and a faint smile managed to curve his lips.
"If I don't die, will you still leave me?"
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"Then I might as well die."
Jiang Yimian panicked, "I won't leave, I won't leave you, you can't die."
Her expression had become frantic. "If you die, I'll bury you and Lu Yiwan together, so you won't have peace even in death."
Bo Jinzhou closed his eyes, trying to laugh but unable to, and said with great difficulty, "You are really ruthless, the most ruthless to me."
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