Chapter 140 Good
"Thank you, thank you, sir! This is none of my business..."
Huang Shishen's voice suddenly rose, and in panic, he even kicked over the fire-fighting equipment set up next to the corridor.
The door was opened from the outside by hotel staff holding a key.
The moment Xie Siyan stepped into the room, the temperature inside seemed to drop sharply.
His black suit was still stained with night dew, and the chill in his eyes was colder than the winter wind.
When Xie Ling heard Huang Shishen's call from outside the suite, he suddenly raised his hand and tried to lift the quilt, but was held down by Chen Fu Ji.
The man swiftly got out of bed. His open shirt collar still had a few ambiguous red marks, which stood out against his cold, pale skin. He strode towards the door, closing it tightly behind him before reaching the center of the suite.
"Bang!"
Xie Siyan's fist was already coming towards him, without any force at all.
Chen Fu Ji took the punch head-on, and blood immediately seeped from the corner of his lips, but he still stood there calmly, with no intention of fighting back.
"My sister is in there?"
Xie Siyan's voice sounded like it was tempered with ice, his face was extremely cold, and he was wrapped in the aura of a superior, as if he was clearing out the house.
Chen Fu Ji raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and remained silent like a statue.
He didn't explain, nor did he fight back. He just stood firmly in front of the door, like an impenetrable wall.
Xie Siyan didn't give in and raised his hand again.
Chen Fuji's injuries had not yet fully healed, and he was hit by Xie Siyan's punches several times. Soon, the corner of his lip was bleeding. Xie Siyan seemed to be punishing the servant. Xie Ling leaned against the door, listening to the huge noise outside. No one was talking, only the sound of furniture being knocked over, and Huang Shishen could be heard saying "ouch" from time to time.
Xie Siyan lowered his eyes. He was dressed in a suit and tie, with one hand stained with blood. He looked down at the half-kneeling figure on the ground with cold eyes and raised his foot.
The last kick didn't go in.
Xie Ling opened the door and rushed out. She was barefoot, stepping on the cold marble floor, with her arms outstretched, standing in front of Chen Fu Ji.
The thin skirt hangs lightly on her body.
"Brother! Stop hitting me!" Her voice was tinged with tears. Her face was pale and almost transparent, with only the corners of her eyes still red. She half-knelt down and said, "It's my fault. Please punish me..."
Xie Ling probably knew that she was more of a tool for marriage than a sister to Xie Siyan, and that she and Chen Fu Ji... could not bring any benefits to the Xie family.
Xie Siyan turned around and glanced behind him. Huang Shishen immediately tactfully asked the staff to leave quickly and closed the door from the outside.
Xie Siyan stared at his sister's messy hair and swollen lips.
He knew what had just happened without thinking, and frowned, and a coat fell on her shoulders.
Xie Ling was wrapped in Xie Siyan's suit jacket, still half-kneeling on the ground, not moving. The expensive fabric fell to the ground, covered with dust, but she was completely unaware.
Xie Siyan turned around and looked down at her, his eyes filled with emotions. He suddenly sneered, his voice filled with indescribable sarcasm:
"What? You still want to be his second wife?"
The night wind blew in from the open door, ruffling Xie Ling's scattered long hair.
She tilted her head back, the light casting mottled shadows on her pale face. Chen Fuji's voice was hoarse, and he uttered a few words from his blood-stained lips, "The engagement can be canceled."
Xie Siyan glanced at him with contempt, grabbed Xie Ling's arm and pulled her up from the ground.
Before leaving, he glanced at the figure still kneeling on the ground with his head down.
It was as if he was giving him a final answer to make him give up: "Do you think you are qualified to marry a girl from our Xie family?"
"Xie Ling, follow me..."
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The sultry summer night spreads in a small cafe in LA. The old fan creaks overhead, but it cannot dispel the sticky heat wave of California in August.
The newspaper in Mu Jia's hand was gently fluttered by the cold air from the air conditioner.
She was sipping her iced Americano when she heard her neighbor's hushed voice: "The China Construction Board is making a big move. I heard they're redistributing the equity..."
The fingertips paused slightly.
The coffee cup made a crisp sound when it hit the table.
Mu Jia subconsciously looked up to find the source of the conversation, but his sight suddenly froze when he glanced at the door.
Cheng Yuan pushed the door open from outside.
He was dressed casually, as if on vacation, with his sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows. He seemed to have noticed her at the same moment, without a flicker of surprise in his eyes, and raised his hand naturally:
"Jia Jia."
This name made Mu Jia's back straighten instantly, as if he was back in Beijing.
Cheng Yu'an tapped the menu lightly with his slender fingers and asked the waiter for a cup of coffee, the same as the one in Mu Jia's hand. After ordering the drink, he naturally sat down opposite her and asked casually:
"Why are you here?"
Mu Jia's fingertips unconsciously rubbed the rim of the cup. The cool touch made her calm down a little, "It's sent by the government."
Cheng Yu'an nodded thoughtfully, and just then the waiter brought his coffee. The ice cubes clinked against the glass, making a crisp sound. "I'm here on business, too," he said, taking a sip of his coffee, his Adam's apple rolling. "To discuss a takeover."
Mu Jia hummed softly, his eyes falling on the ring finger of his left hand. It was empty, without any jewelry and no signs of wear.
Cheng Yu'an's fingers tapped lightly on the table, the rhythm like a heartbeat.
The sunlight filtered through the French windows onto his profile, outlining a soft outline. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"Have you been out and about?" he suddenly asked, his voice gentle but undeniable. "The Forbidden Journey has just opened in the Harry Potter land at Universal Studios, and the Griffith Observatory's stargazing observatory is opening this weekend. Or..." He paused, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips. "We could go to Joshua Tree National Park in Palm Springs. I heard the starry sky there is breathtakingly beautiful."
Mu Jia's back instantly straightened, and the coffee cup in her hand almost slipped. She subconsciously shook her head: "No..."
"Jia Jia," Cheng Yu'an's voice suddenly softened, with a hint of pleading. "In a foreign country, just think of it as finding a travel companion."
His eyes were so sincere that it was hard to refuse. I promise, it's just a simple outing, don't think too much about it.
The words of rejection rolled around on the tip of his tongue, but were eventually swallowed back.
Mu Jia leaned back slowly, and the coolness of the chair back came through his thin clothes.
Her gaze fell on Cheng Yu'an's hands casually placed on the table. Those hands had once given her warmth when she was most helpless, but now they carried an indescribable complex meaning.
The palm trees outside the window swayed in the breeze, casting mottled light and shadows.
Mu Jia's silence made the atmosphere at the table gradually freeze, and only the subtle sound of melting ice echoed between the two of them.
"good."
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