Chapter Twenty-Three: Angry?
Xia Yan successfully signed the graphic designer contract. As she walked out, she sent a message to Jiang You.
Passing by the second floor, I spotted Jiang Youlu Shi'an, Song Wenxi, and Song Yun in a quiet corner on the first floor where there were few people.
Downstairs, Jiang You's eyes widened as the clear white tea scent emanating from the lunatic entered her nostrils, strangely sweet.
She could clearly feel the man biting her lower lip; because he didn't know how to kiss, he only sucked, bit, and rubbed the outside of her lips.
Lu Shi'an and Song Wenxi were so shocked and surprised that they forgot to react.
It wasn't until a loud bang, when Song Yun was kicked away and crashed to the ground, sliding a distance on the smooth tiles, that passersby let out sharp gasps of surprise and terror, and Lu Shi'an and Song Wenxi finally came to their senses.
Xia Yan is considered to have a good temper in the industry.
He always had a smile on his face and never showed his emotions. Even though his smile was like the winter sun or the light in the refrigerator, seemingly bright but actually without any warmth, he appeared to be a very sunny, cheerful, gentle and polite person.
But now he didn't even bother to pretend anymore. His pair of shimmering amber eyes looked at Song Yun on the ground without any emotion, and he walked over.
“…Xia, Xia Yan,” Jiang You, wearing a hood, looked surprised and guilty at Xia Yan’s appearance, and spoke in a low voice with timidity and unease.
Xia Yan looked at her, his eyes thick and cold, like moonlight shining on a frozen pond.
Jiang You's breath hitched, and her body shuddered involuntarily. Subconsciously, she knew that if she spoke a word for the lunatic, Xia Yan would prioritize abandoning the punishment of the lunatic and turn to settle scores with her instead.
Xiao Jing, a citizen, always felt that the one who hits the other was at a disadvantage, and she didn't want Xia Yan to suffer a loss because of her hitting someone.
But the current situation seems to be that her involvement will only make things worse.
The girl pursed her lips tightly, lowered her eyes, and remained silent.
Xia Yan withdrew his gaze and looked at Song Yun, who had already stood up. A fierce anger surged within him, like a savage beast gnawing at his reason.
The passersby were initially frightened, but their desire to watch the spectacle eventually took over, and they gradually surrounded the two, forming a circle around them.
Song Yun was already afraid of crowds, and Xia Yan was often sent to the army by his grandfather for training, so he was basically beaten up.
"Brother!" Song Wenxi stepped forward to help, but Lu Shi'an grabbed her wrist.
"What are you doing, Lu Shi'an? Is it honorable to fight and let others watch? Whose face are you losing? You..."
"Your brother kissed Xia Yan's girlfriend."
With just a few simple words, Song Wenxi lost all her strength and ability, her delicate face filled with astonishment.
What? Her mind was a bit confused. Xia Yan's girlfriend? What about Lu Shi'an? Did he like Xia Yan's girlfriend?!
Wow!
Wait, what is she saying? Her brother's true love is clearly Xia Yan's girlfriend.
Who is Xia Yan? His father is from the first tier team. His family made their fortune in the Southern Song Dynasty. They were players when the game first launched and held original shares.
My mother is the granddaughter of one of the founding fathers of the People's Republic of China.
The older brother is now the leader's secretary, just waiting to gain enough experience before being promoted. At the very least, he will be a powerful ministerial-level official, or the municipal party secretary.
Not to mention the rest of their family.
The Song family isn't afraid of the Xia family, but they're in the wrong for forcibly taking someone else's girlfriend, and they can't use their power to intimidate them. When will my brother, with his stubborn mind, ever find a wife?
Seeing that she had calmed down, Lu Shi'an released Song Wenxi, turned his head away, and lowered his eyes to hide his emotions.
He was furious when he saw Song Yun kissing Jiang You. Jealousy, anger, and possessiveness filled his mind. If Brother Xia hadn't acted first, he would have stepped forward and punched Song Yun in the next second.
But now, all I can think about is the proverb "when the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits."
He knew Xia Yan was a germaphobe, and that it was quite severe, but even if he eventually stopped liking Jiang You, Xia Yan wouldn't give Song Yun that chance.
So, is it possible to...?
The security guards patrolling the convention separated the two. Lu Shi'an was one of the organizers of the event, and since Song Yun was in the wrong and didn't cause any trouble, no one called the police.
In the center of the spacious and bright conference room, there is a long solid wood desk.
The desktop was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the dazzling lights on the ceiling.
Rows of soft, comfortable chairs were neatly arranged all around.
Song Yun revealed a beautiful face that was difficult to distinguish between male and female, and he still fearlessly wanted to sit next to Jiang You.
Fearing that her brother would die there, Song Wenxi quickly whispered in his ear that she had a way to get him and Jiang You together, thus stopping her brother's reckless behavior.
After all, Xia Yan really beat him to death.
"This isn't over," Xia Yan said, his cold gaze sweeping over the bruised and swollen man. His voice was like a blade, instantly slicing through the illusion of peace that was about to end.
Song Wenxi remained silent. Song Yun looked pitifully at Jiang You. Lu Shi'an stood by the window on the wall, tilting his head to look at the people coming and going at the comic convention downstairs, his expression unreadable.
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