An old street outside the Chen family's influence.
Jingmin leaned against the car, his suit jacket casually draped over his shoulders, and his shirt unbuttoned.
He held a cigarette between his fingers, unlit, just gripping it.
A person stands in a corner of this old street,
Yet it exudes a sense of suppressed aloofness and arrogance.
Like an out-of-place presence in this mottled street scene,
Seeing Yang Jinchu appear alone,
Jing Min's eyes darkened suddenly, and the cigarette slipped through his fingers before he stubbed it out at his feet.
He took a few steps,
Where is she?
Yang Jinchu's steps remained steady as she passed him by half a step, as if she were too lazy to deal with any unnecessary emotions.
His tone was so indifferent it was almost cold.
"Ask your grandfather."
Jing Min's brow twitched, and a chill suddenly crept into his eyes.
"You left her alone?"
His voice was deep.
But it was tinged with a hint of disbelief and anger.
Yang Jin first stood still, tilting his head slightly.
It was as if he had finally given up on maintaining a false consensus; his tone was relaxed yet tinged with sarcasm.
"You know she'll be fine,"
"What, even the dignified President Jing... is afraid?"
Jing Min's lips tightened, and his eyes turned completely cold.
I'm afraid, afraid she'll really agree to his conditions and abandon him.
He did not reply.
He simply took his phone out of his trouser pocket and looked down to scroll through his contacts.
Yang Jinchu watched his actions, her eyebrows twitching slightly, but she said nothing.
He opened the car door, got in, started the engine, the taillights lit up, and he drove into the night.
The call was then connected.
"Yangyang?"
Jingmin's voice was low and urgent.
"How are you?"
There was a pause of a few seconds on the other end.
Chu Wuyang's voice was calm, revealing nothing unusual.
"I'm fine, Jingmin, you don't need to worry."
"The old man just invited me for a cup of tea. I will be going back with Jin Xian soon."
He seemed somewhat appeased, and his tone softened.
"Okay, then I'll wait for you."
"Okay, then I'll hang up?"
Her tone was gentle, almost polite.
Jing Min's heart tightened upon hearing this, his eyes darkened, and his voice suddenly lowered as he cautiously probed.
"Yangyang...you won't leave me, right?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
One second, two seconds, three seconds—
His Adam's apple bobbed.
His tone suddenly lowered, carrying a hint of almost obsessive domineering arrogance.
"Chu Wuyang, you can't make decisions without consulting me..."
"I don't care what decision you make, it doesn't count. I won't agree to it. You can't leave me."
The other person finally spoke, but their tone was somewhat weary.
Like being extremely exhausted,
"Jingmin... let's talk about it when I get back, okay?"
He was clearly not satisfied with this answer.
His face darkened, and a hint of anger appeared in his eyes.
"no!"
Where are you? I'm coming to pick you up.
"If you don't give me an answer, then you can forget about drinking the old man's tea..."
His tone conveyed a ruthless determination to end it all.
It's like they're even blocking our way out.
There's no need to drink the tea, and we don't need to worry about Jin Xuan anymore.
Chu Wuyang remained silent for a moment, as if considering something.
"Then I'll leave the decision to you."
He paused, then looked up, his tone quick.
"real?"
"Um."
Her voice softened slightly.
"Unless you give up voluntarily, I won't speak first."
Reassured, he agreed without hesitation.
"good."
Anyway, he will never give up.
The call ended.
The night grew deeper.
Chu Wuyang stood in front of a private villa hidden in the woods.
Jin Qilin beside him smiled sinisterly.
"Miss Chu is quite capable,"
He joked slowly.
"He fooled Jingmin with just a few words."
Chu Wuyang glanced at him coldly and expressionlessly.
"Aren't you going to lead the way?"
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