Xiao Han carried Lan Qianyu away from Ye Yan. Lan Qianyu stared at Ye Yan with deep hatred. She clenched her fists, and her nails dug into her palm. She wished she could kill him.
…
Ye Yan’s eyelids were lowered as he smoked his cigar. He did not look at her. Only when their footsteps faded away did he raise his eyes. His gaze was frosty, without the slightest heat. He held the cigar between his fingers, and the smoke surrounded him. Recalling the lovemaking of the previous night, he wanted more. He felt a strange feeling in his heart. It was as restless as a little bug, teasing his heart.
In fact, with Ye Yan’s haughty personality, he would never be polite to anyone. If that person was not Xiao Han, if he did not owe Xiao Han a life, he would never have let her go.
Xiao Han saved Gong Yuyao previously, so she regarded him as a brother and a close friend, and only listened to him.
Gong Yuyao was a woman that Ye Yan loved very dearly. Hence, he owed Xiao Han a life, and owed him a favor. As such, he had to be the one to let go this time, but just this once.
If Lan Qianyu fell into his hands again next time, he would never let her go again.
…
The atmosphere was quiet and still. The attendants kept their heads lowered, not even daring to breathe heavily.
He received a text message on his mobile phone. Ye Yan took out his mobile phone and looked at it. It was a message from Xiao Han, “We’re no longer brothers.”
Ye Yan smirked contemptuously and exited the SMS interface. He dialed the number that he had been repeatedly calling every day. Still, no one answered. His brows furrowed, and his eyes began to reflect his vexation.
Zhao Jun said cautiously, “President Ye, President Xiao promised to let Miss Yuyao return to your side. Is he going to go back on his words now?”
Ye Yan did not say anything. Just then, he had an incoming call. It was Shen Ningruo calling him. He hung up the phone directly. Looking up, he said to Zhao Jun, “Prepare a private plane. I’ll go to France to find Yuyao!”
“Yes, sir!”
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As they drove on their way back, the heavy rain poured down on the windows, washing the cloudy sky and the cold ground clean, but it could not wash away the wounds in Lan Qianyu and Xiao Han’s hearts.
Lan Qianyu did not say a single word. She kept her head down and closed her eyes, sealing herself in a small world. She did not want to see anything or anybody, including Xiao Han.
Seeing her like this, Xiao Han felt sorry, guilty, and blamed himself. He was so ashamed that he did not dare to show his face to her. He did not know how to comfort her, but he knew that this thorn had been deeply stabbed into Lan Qianyu’s heart, and it would be very difficult to pull out in the future.
As they drove away from the sea of Nanjue, Lan Qianyu suddenly demanded, “I want to go home!”
Xiao Han gently coaxed her, “Qianyu, let’s go to my house.”
“I want to go home!” Lan Qianyu repeated again.
Xiao Han’s brows knitted together and he looked at her deeply. After a long silence, he turned to the driver and instructed, “Go to Minghua Neighbourhood at Nanhuan Road.”
“Yes, sir.”
…
When they drove into the neighbourhood, they came across a second-hand Alto. It was Lei Lie and Shen Xin who were sitting in the car. They were preparing to drive out to find Lan Qianyu. When they saw Xiao Han’s car, Shen Xin immediately froze.
Lei Lie did not know Xiao Han, but Shen Xin knew him. Shen Xin and Lan Qianyu were childhood friends. From elementary school to being in their current music conservatory, they had always been classmates. She was very clear about the emotional entanglement between Lan Qianyu and the two Xiao brothers. She had thought that Lan Qianyu would never be involved with Xiao Han again. She did not expect them to be together especially at a time like this. Today was the day of Lan Qianyu and Xiao Qi’s wedding. Last night, she suddenly disappeared. Did she leave with Xiao Han?
Shen Xin looked at Lan Qianyu deeply, with a complicated expression flickering in her eyes.