Chapter 809: Chapter 809 Even You Are a Decoy Chapter 809: Chapter 809 Even You Are a Decoy A beautiful face, so pale that not a trace of color could be seen.
Dan Hanjie stood by the car door, his resolute face expressionless, as a pair of deep eyes gleamed with an unusual light.
Watching her crouching by the roadside, the hand by his side silently clenched, the back of it veined with green.
He restrained himself from approaching.
Qin Youxuan returned to the car on her own.
Turning her head, she looked at the man who had already returned to the driver’s seat one step ahead of her, a shadow of sorrow flickered through her cat-like eyes, and without speaking, she reached out and fastened her seatbelt.
The car started again.
This time, Dan Hanjie didn’t speed.
He drove smoothly all the way to the private villa and watched her get out of the car, his hands grasping the steering wheel, while his towering figure remained immovable.
“Dan Hanjie, can we talk?”
Seeing him about to leave, Qin Youxuan suddenly spoke out.
Dan Hanjie’s hand, which had been putting the car in gear, paused, and he looked up at her.
Meeting her pure cat-like eyes, his chest tightened, he turned off the ignition, and pushed the car door open to get out.
He walked straight toward the villa.
As he passed by her, he didn’t even pause.
Qin Youxuan watched his retreating back, her eyes darkening as she bit her lip tightly.
She didn’t know what she had done wrong; he had suddenly become angry.
“Where is Dan Hanjie?”
As Qin Youxuan entered the living room, she turned her head and saw the expansive living room, devoid of a single figure.
“Madam, Mr. Jie has gone upstairs. Didn’t you go to the gourmet expo? How come you’ve returned so soon? Should I start preparing lunch again?” the butler asked from the kitchen, a puzzled look on his face.
“No need, we’ll talk about it later,” Qin Youxuan dismissed with a sentence and proceeded upstairs.
Back in the bedroom, Dan Hanjie was not there.
Her cat-like eyes sweeping around, Qin Youxuan left the room and walked to his study.
She knew he was inside.
Standing outside the door, Qin Youxuan looked down at her own toes, hesitating whether or not to knock.
After a moment, she reached out and pushed the door of the study.
The door wasn’t tightly closed, so Qin Youxuan walked in.
Dan Hanjie’s towering figure stood in front of the window, all the study’s windows were flung open, letting the sunlight stream in through the sill and shine on the wooden desk.
A breeze blew in, rustling the sheets of paper on the desk.
Even when he heard footsteps, he did not turn around.
“The thing you want to see is on the desk,” Dan Hanjie’s deep voice suddenly broke the silence, carrying a hint of coldness.
Qin Youxuan turned to glance at the things on the desk but didn’t shuffle through them, instead taking a few steps forward.
Approaching the window, she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.
“I don’t want to see anything; Dan Hanjie, are you angry?”
“Angry? Do I have the right? Now you are the one who doubts me,” Dan Hanjie suddenly turned around, pulling her to the desk.
“Don’t you want to know the truth? The truth is I indeed used you. The Ye Family’s charity gala was nothing but a front, and so were you. The old man saw you as my Achilles’ heel; with you there, he wouldn’t be suspicious of me. I brought you to attend, all premeditated, seeking to get that batch of goods.”
“These past few days, the media has been relentless with the explosion case, I was afraid you’d find out, so I stayed by your side constantly, even the gourmet expo was orchestrated by me from the beginning. I planned for you to draw the media’s attention. Now that the aim has been achieved, what do I have to be angry about!”
Dan Hanjie’s temples throbbed, his eyes red with rage, teeth gritted fiercely.
“Qin Youxuan, this is the man you thought loved you deeply. I even used you,” he spat out.
“I didn’t think that way…” Qin Youxuan replied.
“If you didn’t, then the moment you saw the media today, you should have followed my instructions and left!” Dan Hanjie roared, flinging the newspapers and magazines from the desk to the floor, scattering sheets of paper everywhere.