Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The Bentley’s doors opened, and boots stepped on the ground.
Beiming Shaoxi was in a British-style tuxedo with golden tassels on both the shoulders and cuffs. The Beiming family’s star emblem was embroidered on it.
With his diamond-encrusted crown and a brooch pinned to his chest, he looked like he was attending a high society gala…
Men wearing black gloves opened the door of the sports car and grabbed Ji Anan’s shoulders.
The entire thing happened so suddenly that Ji Anan stumbled and nearly fell out.
However, Beiming Yechen caught her before she could tumble to the ground.
Beiming Shaoxi bent down to pick her up.
In the arms of this unfamiliar man, she was overwhelmed by a strong sense of forbidden desire.
“Let go of her,” Beiming Shaoxi ordered.
Only then did Beiming Yechen realize that he was still clutching Ji Anan’s arm.
“I’m really sorry. She didn’t let go of my hand right away,” he said a little quietly, then his face suddenly changed to a naughtier expression. “Don’t blame me for this. My hand merely spasmed, that’s all.”
Silently, Beiming Shaoxi placed Ji Anan into the Bentley’s passenger seat and put on her seat belt for her.
“Bro, she was the one who tried to seduce me in order to cause a rift between us. You also know how clever I am, so naturally, I immediately saw through her dirty little trick.”
Beiming Shaoxi sat in the driver’s seat with the same impassive and sullen expression on his face.
The phone had been connected the entire time, so he had actually overheard their entire conversation.
Ji Anan glared at him threateningly as she shot daggers with her eyes. “Traitor!”
Damn it. From three years ago to now, it seemed like no matter how many identities she assumed, she just couldn’t escape this man’s clutches!