Chapter 86 Soft, Don’t Hate Me
Jiang Xu only reacted when he heard two harsh sounds.
The other person was holding a gun.
She subconsciously grabbed He Yanting's arm.
He Yanting lowered his head and said in a gentle voice, "Don't be afraid, it's okay."
He said to Gao Cheng, "Inform everyone to seal off the entire building. No one is allowed to enter or leave."
At this time, the bodyguard was already fighting with the man in black.
Several others went to search other places.
Soon, the man in black was subdued.
Gao Cheng received a call. After hearing what was said, he took a deep breath and said to He Yanting, "Wu Haoxin ran away."
He Yanting's eyes darkened, he let go of Jiang Xu and walked towards the man in black.
"He Yanting, how dare you—"
He Yanting didn't give him a chance to finish his words. He grabbed his collar and hit him hard with his knee.
Then came two more punches, each one hitting the man's flesh, and his mouth was full of blood.
Finally, he grabbed the man and slammed his head against the pillar. After just a few hits, his head was bleeding.
He Yanting lightly let go of his hand, and the man fell to the ground motionless like a dead pig.
Jiang Xu was stunned.
She always felt that He Yanting had been too harsh on Luo Jiaming in the previous few times, but now she realized that he was just playing house.
It was no more than ten times, but the man in black was breathing out more than breathing in, and he looked like he was about to die.
In contrast, He Yanting looked calm, as if this kind of thing was a common occurrence.
He Yanting stepped on the man's face and crushed it hard.
The man woke up from his coma and screamed.
"Did Wu Haoxin send you here?"
The magnetic voice is like the devil's whisper, carrying a chilling chill.
The other party did not answer.
He Yanting was not in a hurry. Instead, he laughed and pressed down hard with his shiny black leather shoes.
There were constant screams and faint sounds of bones breaking.
"Ma'am, what's wrong with you?"
Gao Cheng found that Jiang Xu was in a bad condition, his face was pale and he was shaking all over.
He Yanting suddenly stopped and looked at Jiang Xu.
He seemed to have forgotten that Jiang Xu was here. When their eyes met, he was stunned at first, then quickly retracted his foot and walked towards her.
The tall man stood in front of him, his snow-white handmade shirt splattered with blood.
It makes his face look extremely handsome and charming.
"Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
He subconsciously reached out, only to find his hands covered in blood.
Jiang Xu subconsciously stepped back, staring at his hands and shirt, his face full of discomfort.
The panic in her eyes made He Yanting's eyes darken, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Are you afraid of me?"
Jiang Xu pursed her lips and said nothing.
He Yanting lowered his eyes and said to Gao Cheng after a few seconds: "Take her to the top floor."
Jiang Xu and Gao Cheng left and heard He Yanting order the bodyguards, "Take him to the secret room and I will interrogate him personally."
Back in the office, Jiang Xu sat on the sofa, and He Yanting's bloody hands kept appearing in front of her eyes.
Gao Cheng hesitated for a moment.
"Madam, this is actually nothing. Things are much better now. When he first took office, there were many people who opposed him. It's not an exaggeration to say that he has been on the edge of a knife all the way."
Seeing that Jiang Xu didn't say anything, he left.
An hour later, He Yanting came back. He had changed his clothes and the bloody shirt was gone.
Wash your hands clean too.
He pushed open the office door and saw Jiang Xu sleeping on the sofa.
Subconsciously slowing down his steps, he walked slowly to her and bent down carefully to look at her.
She seemed to have lost some weight recently. Her fair and delicate face was smaller than before, and her chin had become sharper. When she was asleep, her eyelashes trembled like butterfly antennae, revealing a sense of fragility that made people want to protect her at all costs.
He didn't even notice when his hand touched her cheek.
His rough fingertips gently traced the smooth profile of her face.
Jiang Xu frowned and opened his eyes inadvertently.
She did not sleep well. Her dream was of blood all over the floor, violent beatings, and endless screams.
When I opened my eyes, He Yanting's beautiful yet aggressive face was right in front of me.
She took a breath and leaned back subconsciously.
"Are you so afraid of me?"
He Yanting's eyes circled around her face, and he waved his hands in front of her, "It's all clean. It won't stain you."
Jiang Xu pursed her lips: "Is that person still alive?"
He Yanting squatted on one knee in front of her. She was wearing a dress, the thin lilac-colored skirt gently covering her thighs, revealing her slender white calves.
He Yanting held her calf. His hands were big and he could easily wrap around her calf.
The burning warmth of my palm came through intimately.
"Alive, send to the police station tomorrow."
He Yanting said lightly.
"Um."
Jiang Xu responded and said nothing more.
He Yanting looked up at her and said, "Ruanruan, do you know how dangerous it was just now? That guy almost hurt you. It wouldn't be a pity if he died."
Jiang Xu nodded: "I know."
"But you still feel uncomfortable, still think I'm cruel, and still afraid of me like that, right?"
He Yanting tightened his grip on her calf slightly.
"Ruanruan, we have known each other for so many years. What am I like in your eyes?"
With his other hand, he held Jiang Xu's hand which was on the sofa.
Jiang Xu didn't say anything. He asked himself, "Smart, excellent in studies, capable at work, and beautiful. This is the kind of me you like, right?"
"If I actually have another side, the opposite of glamorous, dark, cruel, with countless blood on my hands, would you be disgusted by me?"
As he said this, he simply knelt on the ground, bent down, and put his face against her legs.
Like a child seeking affection.
"Even when we were passionately in love, I never told you about my past because I was afraid you only liked the glamorous He Yanting."
"Ruanruan, I want to show you my true self. Please don't hate me, okay?"
Jiang Xu looked down at him.
From her perspective, she could see He Yanting's almost perfect three-dimensional profile, with her hair falling neatly on her forehead and her skin so good that it was almost glowing.
When they were in love, He Yanting would also use her legs as a pillow.
Then he acted coquettishly towards her: "Ruanruan, tell her you love me."
She would always use her slender and soft fingers to gently trace his superior facial features and ruffle his hair.
She responded to him cooperatively: "He Yanting, I love you, very much."
Now, his tone was full of pleading.
Let her not hate him.
Jiang Xu slowly spoke, "He Yanting, you're saying this too late. If you had said it three years ago, no, even a year ago, I would have told you how I could hate you."
She looked at him with an extremely calm expression.
Raise your hand and trace his eyebrows and eyes as before.
But when it was half a centimeter away, it stopped in mid-air.
"The Jiang Xu of the past would never have hated He Yanting. No matter how bad your past was, she would only give you more love and help you forget those dark memories."
He Yanting's breathing gradually became heavy, and the rise and fall of his chest became more and more obvious.
His pupils trembled and he wanted to grab Jiang Xu's hand.
Jiang Xu suddenly withdrew his hand.
He Yanting stood up straight, with his head raised, like a mortal begging for God's favor.
"What about now? Ruanruan, you still love me, right? Not at all."
Jiang Xu shook his head, his expression calm.
"I'm sorry, I really don't feel anything at all. I have absolutely no interest in your past."
He Yanting's expression froze instantly.
The light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
He tried to find any sign of lying on her face, but there was none.
His softness, does it really mean that she has no love for him at all?
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