Chapter 59 An Honest Appearance...
She relaxed and even had the leisure to observe his expression.
The long down jacket wrapped around him didn't make him look bulky at all; on the contrary, he looked more handsome and dashing than the models on the runway.
His hands were warm, like a heater, gently caressing her skin with just the right amount of warmth, but not enough to burn.
Noticing her gaze, Wen Shili raised his eyebrows slightly and turned his face away.
Sheng Yi looked away, her eyes fixed on the direction of the alley entrance. "It seems like they're coming for me again."
Unlike the boy she had just dealt with, these men had fierce expressions and were clearly not to be trifled with. The leader, who had a shaved head and a large tattoo around his neck, chuckled dismissively when he saw the extra people around Sheng Yi.
He waved his hand behind him, and his underlings rushed forward and surrounded them.
Wen Shili pulled her behind him, completely blocking Sheng Yi's view. All she could see was his composed figure.
She wasn't afraid of a one-on-one situation, but with four people on the other side, the situation was a bit precarious.
Only when the arrow was already on the bowstring did she belatedly begin to feel nervous.
Actually, you can't blame her. She had clearly sensed his intentions long ago, but he acted like he didn't care at all. His composure unconsciously infected her.
Whenever Wen Shili's name is mentioned, it is always accompanied by flowery words, and no one can imagine his defeat.
It seems that as long as it's him, he'll only be riding high and enjoying endless glory.
Thinking of the boy she had beaten black and blue, she herself couldn't possibly equate Wen Shili with that appearance.
Let's just believe him for now.
A coat was shoved into my hand.
It was warm and cozy, still carrying his body heat.
The person in front of her seemed to sense her emotional turmoil, lowered his eyes, looked into the depths of her eyes, and said in a reassuring tone, "Wait for me for two minutes."
His gaze was so certain that Sheng Yi's mind hadn't even had time to process what he was seeing before she heard herself say "hmm."
She was unaware of how alluring her dazed expression was. Wen Shili gently rubbed her head, and the corners of his lips curved upwards into a smile.
When they died.
The bald man spat out his cigarette butt with a "pui," a sound that served as a signal, snapping his underlings back from their reverie, which resembled a scene from an idol drama.
"Oh, are you scared out of your wits or what? Standing there without moving?"
"Stop dawdling. If you beg for mercy now, I might consider letting you go."
"I'm afraid he wouldn't dare, haha."
Wen Shili slowly pulled up his sleeves and turned around.
Hearing exaggerated mockery all around him, Sheng Yi gripped his phone, thinking that if things went wrong, he would have to call for help immediately.
But... if I get into a big fuss about spending the middle of the night with him, it might be hard to explain.
Even a slight furrow of the brows of a beautiful woman exudes a natural charm.
The blond guy closest to her unconsciously swallowed and tentatively glanced at the man in front of him, "Can't bear to part with this chick? Don't worry, I'll take 'good' care of her for you."
He emphasized the word "good" especially, and upon hearing it, the crowd erupted in a tacit murmur.
"Bang."
The sound of a □□ being hit.
Before the blond-haired man could even close his mouth, he was punched so hard that his head was turned to the side. He wiped the blood from his mouth and pressed his tongue against his cheek.
grass.
He straightened up, his eyes red, and clenched his fist to punch Wen Shili in the face. "I said, you little brat, do you want to die?"
Sheng Yixin raised her fist high, and just as it was about to touch her face, she closed her eyes, unable to bear the sight.
But now is not the time to be afraid. Sheng Yi forced himself to calm down, and in the blink of an eye, he saw Wen Shili catch the incoming fist with one hand.
The situation reversed in an instant.
The sounds of fists landing and bodies colliding violently filled the air. Leaning against the corner of the wall, she watched that handsome figure, like a lurking cheetah in the narrow alley, agile and swift, his explosive power enough to make anyone bow down once again.
"Grandpa, spare us! Grandpa, spare us!" The group of people who had just been grinning slyly suddenly looked like they had been rolled around in a palette of colors, kneeling and looking up at him.
The bald man covered his mouth and spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, along with several teeth.
He stared at the red and white mixture on the ground for a few moments, then nodded. He had misjudged it.
"Let's go." Sheng Yi's hand was taken again.
"Oh." She hadn't quite recovered from his swift movements. After taking a couple of steps, she noticed the thin layer of clothing he was wearing and reached out to hand him his coat. "Your coat."
His broad, warm palm radiated warmth, and his slender fingers slid between her fingers to grasp hers.
Wen Shili didn't even turn his head. "No need."
Sheng Yi didn't say anything more, obediently jumped over the few people who were lying on the ground, and followed him step by step out.
The warmth of her palms slowly crept up her cheeks, following the veins in her limbs.
As it turns out, some people do have the right to be confident.
"careful--"
A gasp came from the alley entrance.
Before he could finish speaking, his body was suddenly turned around, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a blond man with a fierce face and an empty wine bottle raised high in his hand.
The sound of a bottle shattering. Then, a muffled groan.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Blood dripped onto the shoe, bursting open into bright red flowers.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and Sheng Yi stared blankly at the shoe for a while.
I feel no pain at all. It's not hers.
So……
She looked up, following their clasped hands upwards, to a sharp jawline, a taut face, and then up to a pair of eyes still burning with anger.
In the blink of an eye, the surging anger transformed into a gentle stream, with warmth flowing within it.
Looking directly at him at such close range, Sheng Yi realized that those always deep eyes were not as dangerous as she had imagined.
For example, right now, what's written there is silent reassurance and a hint of panic that wasn't well hidden.
Just as she had glimpsed before.
Looking back, she realized that the panic he felt in that instant was something he hadn't had time to hide; it was so raw and unfiltered, reaching deep into her heart and leaving a heavy mark.
If it weren't for his helping hand, I'd probably have my head smashed open by now.
She stared for too long, and Wen Shili looked away, explaining gently, "It's not my blood."
He just hadn't quite adjusted his emotions yet, so his words came out sounding a bit harsh.
Qin Zheng's hand trembled upon hearing the sound. Huang Mao had already been beaten badly, and with this pressure, he cried out in pain, "Ouch, ouch, go easy on me!"
Sheng Yi then noticed the blond-haired man lying to the side, being pinned to the ground by a strange man. There were shards of glass all around him, and blood was dripping from a cut on his hand.
Looking at Wen Shili's arm again, the bleeding had indeed stopped.
However, Sheng Yi was still worried, so she carefully examined his arm and wiped away the bloodstains. She wanted to check again, but Wen Shili took her hand in return, saying, "That's enough."
The two powerful figures were showing concern for him right in front of him. Qin Zheng was caught in a dilemma: should he leave or stay? He cursed Huang Mao in his heart for arguing with them.
Thinking back on his life, he had never gotten the better of Wen Shili in any of their contests.
The blond-haired guy was still grumbling, and he snapped, "You've got a death wish, huh? Keep your voice down!"
It was late at night.
As soon as Sheng Yi fastened his seatbelt, he leaned back as if he were losing all strength.
Wen Shili's car was much more comfortable than the one Lao Qian had provided for her. Sheng Yi shifted her body, found a comfortable position, and closed her eyes, remaining still.
Yesterday afternoon was spent trying on makeup, and this morning I got up early and had to go on the red carpet and shoot promotional materials, so I was already exhausted.
Before I could even process the feeling of meeting He Jinping, I was interrupted by one thing after another. My emotions were in turmoil, and I always felt a sense of emptiness and confusion.
Now, after all this commotion, she has no energy left to think about anything and just wants to sleep.
My eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and the car smelled very clean. I let myself go and drifted peacefully into a dream.
"Okay, thanks."
When Qin Zheng called, Wen Shili had already been sitting quietly in the car for a long time.
The person beside her had their face almost entirely buried in their scarf, their long eyelashes like butterflies, resting quietly on their clear eyes.
Her jet-black hair fell down her cheeks and playfully snuggled into her neck for warmth, the fine downy hairs around her hairline trembling with her breath.
She slept soundly, though.
He looked away, his voice softening slightly, "Let's wait for an opportunity; it's too early now."
Unbeknownst to them, the person sleeping beside them twitched their eyelids slightly.
The call ended quickly.
Sheng Yi slowly opened her eyes, still looking dazed from just waking up. Wen Shili noticed her movement and leaned over.
Sheng Yi glanced at him with slight displeasure, and Wen Shili lowered his voice, "Did I wake you up?"
Sheng Yi shook her head, wanting to say no, but too lazy to speak.
very tired.
Pretending to be something you're not is tiring, and talking nonsense is also tiring.
She could still recall the look in his eyes when he looked at her, gentle as if she were basking in warm sunshine, but for people in high positions, dominance was their instinct.
Even if she hasn't responded yet, he feels there's always a chance.
She didn't want him to succeed, but it seemed she wasn't completely indifferent.
In Jinping's eyes, she was a spirited and carefree innocent child, but in reality, after years of hard work and struggle, she had long since changed from her original self.
If making oneself happy is the solution to combating a mediocre life, then she thinks being with him is just one of the paths to her goal.
And who can dictate what path they must take?
However, they all acted from the heart.
Her eyes seemed shrouded in mist, and Wen Shili quietly observed the changing winds within them, remaining impassive as he pulled his sleeves up slightly.
As the haze dissipated, Sheng Yi slowly straightened up. Only then did he notice a clear scratch on his arm, which was hanging by his side.
The blood had scabbed over, like a winding crack on a piece of smooth, beautiful jade—a shocking sight.
Sheng Yi suddenly grabbed his hand. "Are you injured?"
She stared intently at the wound, recalling the soft sound of blood dripping onto her shoe, and a chill ran down her spine. "Were you lying to me all this time?"
Wen Shili did not answer.
Sheng Yi unbuckled his seatbelt and told him to give way, "I'll drive. Let's go to the hospital."
His intention was simply to ask her to show some concern and not to push him away recklessly. Seeing her like this, Wen Shili couldn't bear to continue lying to her. "It's okay, I'll take you home first."
Sheng Yicai didn't believe his nonsense, and Wen Shili hadn't anticipated this turn of events, so he could only grit his teeth and accept his fate.
I pulled out some wet wipes from the drawer and wiped my arm a few times. The bloodstains faded, and it turned out to be just a small scratch.
Sheng Yi: "..."
If she had seen it any later, the wound would have healed by now.
Thinking about her foolish expression just now, embarrassment turned to anger, and a fire was rising in her chest. The person in front of her seemed to know she was about to explode, staring straight at her without saying a word.
In the end, Sheng Yi was the first to give in, saying, "Didn't you say that no one is more important than yourself?"
These were the questions he asked her the day she met Huang Bei, and unexpectedly, she returned them to him exactly as they were asked today.
"I'm sorry for making you worry."
"What do I have to worry about?"
Sheng Yi recalled the moment he held her in his arms, when the glass bottle came flying at her; his reaction was incredibly fast.
The scene was too chaotic, and the panic returned to her body at the moment she regained her composure.
"Do you know what people will say about me if you get hurt because of me?"
To put it dramatically, her career might come to an abrupt end.
It's always been like this; external reactions are always her primary consideration. So she backed down again and again, not giving him a chance to speak.
Wen Shili pursed his lips, no longer bothering to pretend, "But that's just how I am."
"Didn't you tell me to be honest? This is my true self."
His dark eyes stared at her, and Sheng Yi froze on the spot, instinctively interrupting, "Don't say anymore."
A deathly silence fell over the car. After a long while, his faint sneer could be heard, "What, you can't bear to listen?"
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