Chapter 226 The Live Stream Was Restored
Ji Wanqing took the cold beer can, her fingertips still trembling slightly.
The mountain wind was strong, making her hair fly wildly and further disrupting her thoughts.
She had to admit that she had indeed... forgotten everything on the way here.
That kind of ultimate emptiness is something that nothing can provide.
Perhaps she is someone who loves danger at heart.
She looked at the bright yet quiet lights below the mountain, then at the dangerous yet alluring man beside her, her emotions a complex mix.
“Exciting…” she murmured repeatedly, taking a sip of beer. The cold liquid slid down her throat, bringing a sense of clarity, “but it’s also quite scary.”
She tried to mask her inner turmoil with complaints.
Xie Chi chuckled softly, his laughter carried on the wind, tinged with a carefree spirit.
"Are you scared?" He turned to look at her, his eyes shining brightly in the night. "But you're holding me very tightly."
His tone carried undisguised smugness and a certain intimacy, as if reminding her of her unavoidable dependence just now.
Ji Wanqing's cheeks flushed, but thankfully the darkness concealed it.
"That's because I don't want to be left behind!" she said, somewhat embarrassed and angry.
"Don't worry," Xie Chi turned around, bracing his arms on the motorcycle seats on either side of her body, trapping her between him and the cold motorcycle, forming a highly oppressive semi-encirclement.
He leaned down, getting closer to her. "With me here, you won't fall."
His gaze fell on her slightly twitching nostrils, his voice deepening, carrying an almost promise-like, yet more like a declaration, "My back seat has only ever carried you, and will always... only you."
The possessiveness in those words was so obvious that it made Ji Wanqing gasp for breath.
She wanted to argue, to say no, but when she met his unfathomable, seemingly piercing black eyes, the words stuck in her throat.
"Why..." she heard her own voice ask, slightly hoarse, "Why me?"
She couldn't understand why this seemingly unruly man, who lived on the edge of speed and danger, would set his sights on her, a small-time news anchor whose family had fallen on hard times.
Xie Chi extended his index finger and gently tapped the beer can in her hand, making a crisp "tap" sound.
His fingertips were icy cold, a stark contrast to his burning gaze.
“Because…” he drawled, his gaze lingering on her features, “you seem so proper, so trying so hard to mold yourself into the mold of a good girl, doing live streams, making money, taking care of your mother…”
His fingertips slowly moved up the beer can, almost touching her fingers that were holding the can. "But I knew it wasn't you the first time I saw you in the live stream."
His voice lowered, carrying a hint of pleasure at uncovering a secret.
"In your eyes, there is fire, resentment, stubbornness, and... a suppressed madness that wants to break free from everything and destroy everything."
He suddenly leaned closer, his nose almost touching her forehead, his breath brushing against her skin. "We are the same kind of people, Ji Wanqing. It's just that you're still pretending, while I've already let go."
His words were like a key, unexpectedly unlocking a corner of her heart that she herself dared not even look at.
Yes, she was tired, she was annoyed, and sometimes she wanted to smash everything without a care in the world.
But she couldn't; she had a mother to take care of and a life to live.
She could only suppress those dark, restless emotions and put on a positive and optimistic mask.
Xie Chi, on the other hand, saw right through him.
This feeling left her feeling lost and even somewhat fearful.
It was as if she were naked and exposed before him.
"I'm not..." she denied instinctively, her voice weak.
"You are," Xie Chi interrupted her firmly, looking at her slightly trembling eyelashes as if he had discovered an interesting toy. "You don't need to pretend in front of me."
He stepped back a little, giving her some breathing space, but his gaze remained fixed on her. "How is it? Isn't this feeling of leaving everything behind much more enjoyable than living behind a mask?"
Ji Wanqing remained silent and took another big gulp of beer.
The cold alcohol seemed to give her a bit of courage.
She gazed at the dazzling yet tranquil city below, a place where her troubles, her responsibilities, her past, and her uncertain future lay.
And at this moment, on the mountaintop, in the wind, beside this dangerous man, she did indeed feel a twisted, fleeting freedom.
"Yes...it felt great." She finally admitted, her voice as soft as a sigh.
Xie Chi smiled with satisfaction, a smile that appeared somewhat eerie in the moonlight.
He tilted his head back and finished his beer, then casually tossed the empty can precisely into a trash can some distance away.
“Remember this feeling,” he repeated, his tone even more somber than before. “When you’re overwhelmed by those so-called important matters again, remember to come to me.”
He patted the motorcycle beneath him, "I'll take you away."
"Escape?" Ji Wanqing looked up at him, her eyes filled with confusion.
“Yes, escape.” Xie Chi nodded, his eyes flashing with a crazy and alluring light. “Escape from those people who make you unhappy, escape from those damn rules, escape to a place where there is only speed and wind.”
He reached out, seemingly wanting to touch her face, but his fingertips stopped just before touching her skin, hovering there with a sense of restraint.
"My passenger seat will always be reserved for you."
These words were deeply etched into Ji Wanqing's heart.
On the way back, Xie Chi still drove very fast, but the ride was smoother than on the way there.
Ji Wanqing still held his waist, her face pressed against his broad back, listening to the whistling wind and the strong heartbeat in her ears, her feelings were complicated and hard to describe.
She knew she shouldn't get too involved with this man; he was too dangerous and too uncontrollable.
But tonight, on her birthday, after Zhou Xubai had turned her world upside down and Pei Yu had gently comforted her, it was Xie Chi who, in this extreme way, gave her an outlet for her emotions, allowing her to experience a long-lost, unrestrained indulgence.
It was already late at night when I parked the car downstairs in the residential area.
Ji Wanqing got off the car, her legs still a little weak. She took off her helmet and handed it to Xie Chi.
Xie Chi took the helmet, his fingers seemingly unintentionally brushing against her fingertips, bringing a slight electric current sensation.
He didn't leave immediately; he just sat on the motorcycle and watched her.
"You go up first, I'll go to the underground parking lot," he said, his voice a little hoarse in the quiet night.
Ji Wanqing nodded and turned to walk towards the unit door.
She could feel the burning gaze following her from behind.
She didn't hear the car behind her start again until she stepped into the elevator and pressed the floor button.
Ji Wanqing returned home, washed away her exhaustion, and fell into a deep sleep.
The live stream resumed the next day.
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