Chapter 85 Bullying 3
“Ningning…Ningning…” His voice was hoarse and broken, with a heavy nasal tone and uncontrollable trembling, “Don’t be afraid…I’m here…Brother Ayan is here…It’s alright…It’s alright…”
He could no longer bear to let her stay in this filthy place for even a second longer! He bent down, carefully avoiding the injury on her shoulder, and in an absolutely protective posture, picked her up horizontally.
Jiang Yining trembled like a leaf in the wind in his arms. Feeling the familiar embrace and breath, the taut string finally snapped. All her grievances and fears turned into silent tears that surged out. She tightly gripped Xie Shiyan's clothes and buried her face in his warm chest.
Xie Shiyan carried her and strode out of the room. Luo Zhitong watched their departing figures, then looked at Li Mingkai, who lay on the ground like a rag doll, barely clinging to life, and Secretary Lin, whose face was as pale as paper. She covered her mouth with lingering fear.
Xie Shiyan carried her and strode out. The cold aura emanating from him made the hotel staff who rushed over in the corridor fall silent and retreat.
As he passed Luo Zhitong, he paused slightly, glanced at her with a complicated expression, and uttered two words in a hoarse voice: "...Thank you."
The car sped toward the nearest hospital. In the back seat, Xie Shiyan held Jiang Yining tightly, his jawline taut like a rock, a terrifying crimson storm churning in his eyes.
He kept kissing the top of her head, patting her back with the gentlest touch, his low, husky voice repeating in her ear again and again, "It's alright, Ningning, it's alright... I'm here..."
In the emergency room, the doctor carefully treated Jiang Yining's injuries: her cheeks were swollen and red, the inside of her mouth was broken and bleeding, her shoulder had several scratches from her fingernails, and her palm was cut from gripping the knife blade tightly.
Every wound burned fiercely into Xie Shiyan's heart. He stood to the side, the air around him chillingly low, his handsome face expressionless, only the frozen, destructive ice field deep in his eyes.
“Husband…” Jiang Yining finished treating her wound, weakly reached out and gently took his cold, stiff fingers. “I’m fine… really… it doesn’t hurt anymore…” She tried to give him a reassuring smile, but it aggravated the wound at the corner of her mouth, causing her to frown slightly in pain.
Xie Shiyan gripped her hand tightly in return, so tightly it hurt her a little, but he didn't seem to notice. He didn't speak, but leaned down and, with utmost care, touched her still swollen cheek with his cool lips, the movement as gentle as a feather's touch. That cautious gesture contained both heartache and the fear of regaining what he had lost.
Secretary Lin was extremely efficient and had already arranged everything. Instead of returning to their original hotel, they went to the penthouse suite of the most upscale hotel in W City, owned by the Xie Group.
It was already late at night. The effects of the medication, combined with extreme shock and exhaustion, had caused Jiang Yining to fall into a deep sleep. Xie Shiyan carried her, who was half asleep, and walked very steadily with each step.
I carefully placed her on the bed and covered her with the blanket. However, she was not sleeping peacefully. Her brows were furrowed, her body would tremble from time to time, and she would utter indistinct murmurs.
Xie Shiyan sat by the bedside, staying by her side without leaving for a moment. When he heard her unconsciously murmuring in a tearful voice, "Brother Shiyan... save me... please, don't come any closer...", the last trace of restraint in his eyes completely shattered.
He gently coaxed her to sleep, her long eyelashes still glistening with undried tears. He gently pried open her hands, which were clutching his clothes tightly, and tucked her in, his movements incredibly tender. Then, he strode to the suite's spacious open-air balcony and dialed Secretary Lin's number.
The night wind, carrying a chill, ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead, but couldn't dispel the ageless icy coldness in his eyes. The call connected, and Secretary Lin's voice came through, carrying the weariness and caution of someone who had just finished dealing with a situation:
"President, how is Madam?"
Xie Shiyan's voice was devoid of warmth, eerily calm, yet it contained a devastating power; each word was like an icicle chiseled from the depths of an Arctic glacier.
“Lin Sen, clean this up. Blind his filthy eyes, cripple the hand that touched Ningning. All the maggots in his line of work. Find the dirtiest, most chaotic place and throw them in there, let them ‘enjoy’ the rest of their lives. And…” He paused, his gaze sweeping across the bustling lights outside the window, “make the powerful figures behind them disappear as well.”
"I want to see the results before sunrise tomorrow."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Secretary Lin's resolute and calm reply: "Understood, President."
The bloody midnight storm in W City stirred up towering waves, carrying a suffocating chill, and swept through several cities in just one night.
The powerful and domineering vice president of Xingyi Translation Company, who held real power behind Li Mingkai, was taken away from his home in the middle of the night by economic crime police who broke down his door.
The charges were clear and irrefutable, the evidence irrefutable, and the speed was so fast that there was no room for negotiation. The news spread like wildfire, instantly reaching the top-floor office of Star Translation Company.
When Zhao Qiming, the big boss of Xingyi Translation Company, received a call from his trusted confidant, he was holding a cup of steaming hot coffee. Before the urgent report on the other end of the line could finish, the bone china cup in his hand slammed onto the polished mahogany floor with a loud crash, splashing scalding brown liquid everywhere.
Cold sweat instantly soaked the back of his expensive shirt, and his hand holding the phone trembled like a withered leaf in the wind.
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