Chapter 8 Born Bad
Jiang Hanyu is the only one in this world who calls him like that.
Jian Ruochen looked at the person who came.
Jiang Hanyu wore a pair of diamond earrings on his ears and a silver chain on his wrist, with a blue-purple baroque pearl in the center of the chain. She was wearing a long down windbreaker with the collar open, revealing a button-down cashmere vest and white shirt lining underneath.
One of the buttons on her cashmere vest was undone, and her shirt was not buttoned properly. The sunlight shone on her slender neck, making the sapphire clavicle chain on it sparkle.
At first glance, it looks like he ran out in a hurry.
But it is impossible for someone who ran out in a hurry to carry such a complete set of accessories. You can wear earrings to sleep, but who would wear a set of sapphire necklace and pearl bracelet to sleep?
How uncomfortable?
The cold wind of early winter blew.
Jian Ruochen immediately buried half of his face in the light yellow cashmere scarf, breathing heavily to avoid the chilly wind.
When he looked up again, he saw that Jiang Hanyu's face was pale and his whole body was shaking.
Jiang Hanyu raised his hand, blew a breath into his palm, rubbed it twice, and looked up pitifully: "Brother, it's so cold."
Every move he made was carefully choreographed.
What a pity.
The one in front of him was a micro-expression expert and former ace of the FBI's Criminal Behavior Analysis Unit. One is the head of the serious crime squad and a former military intelligence talent in the Criminal Intelligence Division of CIB. Another one was ranked first in his grade in the micro-expression psychology category at the police academy.
This series of smooth little combos is really used in the wrong place.
Jiang Hanyu glanced at the light yellow scarf and called out quickly, "Brother."
In the past, Jian Ruochen would take off her gloves and scarf and give them to him when he was cold. Those cheap and rough street goods smelled of soap powder and were neither comfortable nor warm.
He liked to see Jian Ruochen willing to endure the cold herself so as to take care of him.
What's happening now?
Jian Ruochen followed his gaze and touched the cashmere scarf.
As soon as my hands touched it, Guan Yingjun's straightforward voice rang in my ears: "Button up your clothes if you're cold, and don't deliberately unbutton them next time."
Heartless and desireless, unromantic.
Li Changyu was trying to hold back his laughter.
He has been professionally trained not to laugh, no matter how funny something is.
Li Changyu coughed lightly with difficulty, his face kind as he piled up the broken steps that Guan Yingjun had trampled on, "Young people can't choose manners over warmth. Look at your brother, he's wearing so many clothes."
Jian Ruochen faced Jiang Hanyu's gaze and snorted, "Hmm."
Jiang Hanyu was annoyed and embarrassed.
He lowered his head and grabbed the zipper button on the hem of his clothes, but the buckle didn't go in after several attempts. He was so anxious that tears welled up in his eyes.
Why...
Where did he give himself away?
When did that naive and stupid brother meet such a smart person?
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Seeing that he couldn't button his clothes, Jian Ruochen thought for a moment before squatting down to take the hem of the shirt from Jiang Hanyu's hands, neatly inserted the zipper head into the zipper buckle, and pulled it up.
Guan Yingjun was still suspicious of him, and the teacher was also nearby, so he couldn't be too unkind at this time.
Besides...
One cannot judge others for faults that have not occurred.
Jiang Hanyu is not a born bad person.
Jian Ruochen lifted his collar for him and asked in a familiar and gentle tone, "Why are you waiting for me at the school gate?"
The two were so close that Jiang Hanyu didn't react for a moment, "Ah?"
He stared at Jian Ruochen's face blankly and felt the subtle changes.
It’s really different now. Is it because I inherited a huge fortune?
Jiang Hanyu's heart was beating fast, and embarrassment and discomfort surged up all at once.
He clutched the pearls hanging on his wrist and murmured, "I...I'm here to tell you to go home."
"Jiangting Mansion is not my home."
Jian Ruochen said calmly: "There is no place for me there."
Jiang Hanyu was anxious. He grabbed Jian Ruochen's hand and said loudly, "There's a place for you! As soon as Jiang Yongyan comes back, I'll ask him to clean up your room!"
Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes and looked down at the person in front of him.
Waiting for Jiang Yongyan to come back?
Jiang Hanyu doesn’t know what Jiang Yongyan did?
Among the instigators, the one who buys the murderer will be punished together with the perpetrator for intentional homicide.
Jiang Yongyan will either be sentenced to death or life imprisonment, and he can never go back.
Jiang Hanyu was stunned and reluctantly let go of his hand.
That look was so cold that people dared not look directly at it.
Jian Ruochen said: "Jiang Hanyu, you have three years to say this before today."
Guan Yingjun's eyebrows moved slightly and he half-closed his eyes.
Li Changyu was also thoughtful.
Jian Ruochen stepped forward and said, "Although you are not Jiang Mingshan's biological son, Jiang Mingshan dotes on you. In the past three years, you have had countless opportunities to convince Jiang Mingshan to give in."
Jiang Hanyu's gaze was wandering.
Nearing ten o'clock, some students rushing to class gathered at the gate of Hong Kong University.
People were walking around, and students were talking and laughing while holding books.
But Jiang Hanyu felt that everyone was looking at him.
Everyone heard what Jian Ruochen said.
Would they think he was selfish? If these words spread to the school and let people around know...
Jiang Hanyu clenched his fists secretly.
Jian Ruochen hinted, "I heard someone say that you were diagnosed with myelofibrosis and needed a blood transfusion, and our blood types happen to be the same. Is that true?"
Li Changyu's expression changed instantly, and his gaze pierced Jiang Hanyu like needles.
"No." Jiang Hanyu's face turned pale, and he subconsciously refuted, "No..."
How could he admit it?
If he admitted that he was sick at this time, wouldn't that be telling everyone that he let Jian Ruochen go home because he had other intentions?
Jiang Hanyu's eyes widened, trying to find the cowardly, humble, flattering and cautious shadow of Jian Ruochen.
But there is none at all.
Now Jian Ruochen showed his edge, and his pair of upturned fox eyes had lost all their gentleness and became aggressive.
Jiang Hanyu took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, lowered his eyes, and suddenly paused, and asked in a daze: "Did you cut your nails?"
Guan Yingjun had finished his cigarette and lit up the second one. Hearing this, he looked at Jian Ruochen's fingers.
The nails are clean, long, white, slender and thin. Maybe she forgot to apply hand cream when she came out, so the sides are a little peeling.
Jian Ruochen said: "It's inconvenient to have long nails."
The wind direction changed, and Guan Yingjun changed his position, standing downwind to avoid being disturbed by the smoke.
He asked: "Then why didn't you feel inconvenient before?"
Jian Ruochen handled it with ease, "Then you'll have to ask Jiang Hanyu."
Jiang Hanyu felt a sense of panic that things were completely out of control.
I didn’t cut it before because Lu Qian liked it.
And it was Lu Qian who told Jian Ruochen about his preferences.
At that time, Jian Ruochen would buy cheap and complete tools, and carefully trim his fingers to make them clean and beautiful. The nail polish he bought was a one-dollar street stall product that smelled like an unpleasant paint smell.
But now, Jian Ruochen actually cut the nails that he had specially kept for Lu Qian cleanly.
Jiang Hanyu couldn't figure it out, but he saw from the corner of his eye that the handsome man's eyes were always on Jian Ruochen.
It wasn't like this before. Everyone's eyes used to be on him.
Why can't Jian Ruochen continue to be a wandering shadow?
Jiang Hanyu couldn't stay there any longer and was burning with jealousy.
He forgot his original purpose, turned around and ran away, hailing a taxi.
He wants to go home and find Lu Qian!
Jian Ruochen calmly watched the taxi carrying Jiang Hanyu go away, then turned around and smiled apologetically at Li Changyu, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."
His eyebrows were drooping, his tone was soft, and his expression was calm.
The calmer he was, the more Li Changyu felt that his past experiences must have been extremely sad.
Li Changyu raised his hand and patted Jian Ruochen's back soothingly.
The fluffy hoodie was deflated in two places.
Li Changyu coughed lightly, then patted somewhere else to make the deflated area more fluffy.
"Let's go and have dinner."
Teacher Li instructed, "Guan Yingjun, drive."
Guan Yingjun didn't say a word, took out his car keys, and drove a white Toyota over.
Li Changyu got on the back seat with ease.
Jian Ruochen couldn't sit in the back seat as it would make the senior inspector of the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit look like a driver.
He pulled open the passenger seat and sat in, just fastening his seat belt.
Guan Yingjun stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and rushed out at the illegal speed limit.
Jian Ruochen saw the side mirror with the paint scraped off, then looked at the slightly trembling pointer on the dashboard, and swallowed, "Sir Guan, is this... a second-hand car?"
If it is first-hand.
He couldn't even imagine what kind of driving skills would ruin a Toyota like this.
"It's a new car, just bought half a year ago." Guan Yingjun reached out to change gears, turned the steering wheel, and drifted by brushing the shoulder of the road.
The tires squealed and Jian Ruochen was almost thrown into the glass.
He raised his hand to grab the seat belt and his other hand to grab the window handle, and struggled to roll up the passenger window while the car was speeding.
The window creaked and rose to the top.
Jian Ruochen: ...
This new car is really old.
Guan Yingjun's driving skills are really exciting.
It's ok in the summer, but a bit too cold in the winter.
By the time we arrived at Huangji, Teacher Li's lips had turned pale.
The three followed the waiter into the private room and started ordering food.
Jian Ruochen thought of the Toyota whose ears were broken but not repaired in time, and felt that Guan Yingjun might not be rich enough to afford a bowl of porridge for 4,000 yuan.
In the end, he did not choose the shark fin porridge, but only ordered a bowl of golden soup noodles, which cost 200 yuan, the same price as Guan Sir’s cigarettes.
Guan Yingjun looked at him for one more moment and ordered the same thing. After Li Changyu ordered a plate of pineapple fried rice, he took the menu back and chose three servings of lamb shanks with soybean paste and grilled chicken wings. Then he rang the bell for the waiter and followed him out of the private room, not knowing what he said.
I came back with a bottle of red wine.
When the food was served, Jian Ruochen looked at the lamb shank bone that was bigger than his face and the gloves next to it, feeling incredible.
How to eat this?
Is this the way a fine dining restaurant should serve side dishes?
Shouldn’t it be cut and served?
Guan Yingjun said meaningfully: "Pick it up and chew it."
He met Li Changyu's surprised eyes, looked at Jian Ruo who was still hesitant, pondered for a moment, and said, "After you finish eating, I will tell you why Jiang Yongyan hired a murderer to frame you."
Jian Ruochen was startled and looked up at Guan Yingjun.
The man stood with his back straight, his elbows on the edge of the table, his hands facing each other, his fingers spread out and pressed together.
Be confident.
Guan Yingjun said: "I have already found out Jiang Yongyan's motives, but according to the rules and regulations, I cannot disclose them for the time being."
Li Changyu was extremely silent.
If Guan Yingjun had been able to abide by the rules and regulations, he wouldn't have been thrown from CIB to the serious crime squad by his superiors as soon as he resumed his identity after his undercover work ended...
Guan Yingjun raised his chin and continued, "If you eat it, it will be considered as assisting the investigation. Witnesses assisting the investigation can obtain appropriate information."
It is said that people who have had surgery on their jaws and entire faces cannot open their mouths wide and have to take small, counted bites when eating.
He wants to see.
Can Jian Ruochen open his mouth wider?
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