Moh Yanchen stood up and walked to the side. He lit a cigar and took a deep puff.
“Give me a portion of Commander Jiang’s daughter’s shares.”
“Yes,” Mo Wen replied. He moved through the room without making a sound as he left the study speedily.
Silence filled the study as Moh Yanchen became the only one left in it. He looked out the window thoughtfully and said, “Are you really that ruthless?”
In the room, Shen Chengjing pursed her lips and rubbed her aching leg as she answered the phone.
“What? Someone peeked at you while you were showering? It couldn’t have been the work of Prince Charming, right?” Liu Sijie was gloating over her misfortune. She didn’t sound worried at all.
“No.” Shen Chengjing felt that the aura of a conspiracy was getting stronger and stronger. She did not know who Moh Yanchen had offended.
From the first time she met him to the shooting incident last night, it was all so mysterious that she couldn’t help but be perplexed.
“Tsk tsk, now you know how to speak up for him?”
“The man you mentioned today, you have to be careful in the future. This circle is too complicated.” She was a little worried. The pervert that Liu Sijie mentioned reminded her of the unspoken rules.
Liu Sijie listened and could not help but tell her about the incident of her kicking the car. The two of them chatted for more than ten minutes before finally hanging up.
“Does it still hurt?” Moh Yanchen had unknowingly returned to the bedroom.
His tall body half-squatted down and his fingertips skillfully rubbed the red and swollen area. He looked at her wound with heartache. “This time, I was too careless.”
“Actually, it’s not that. Who would be at home and be on high alert every day?” Rather than being afraid, she was more worried about him.
“If you’re afraid, just say it. You’re a girl. You don’t have to hold everything in,” he said as he pulled Shen Chengjing gently into his arms.
The strong lines on his face softened unconsciously.
“Okay.” She reached out and grabbed his large palm. Her fingertips caressed his rough large palm, and her small face leaned against his chest.
It felt all too safe in his arms. As she caressed and stroked her, she quickly fell asleep, but her little hand held onto his clothes tightly.
The next morning, Shen Chengjing woke up early. She found that Moh Yanchen had just returned from outside. His clothes were still stained with dew.
“Uncle, let’s go.” She wore a white dress paired with white canvas shoes, and a small jacket that wrapped around her waist. She looked even more youthful and energetic.
Mo Qiu’s medicine was very effective. When she woke up that morning, half of the redness and swelling had disappeared. Although it was a little uncomfortable to walk, it did not hurt anymore.
“Okay.” Looking at her mysterious expression, he was quite curious about where she was taking him.
Moh Yanchen drove the Mercedes-Benz and traveled with her in a low-key manner. After an hour, they followed the navigation route and arrived at the “Ping An Temple” in the western suburbs.
The Ping An Temple was mainly antique. The only special thing about it was that it was surrounded by plum blossoms. It was winter, so the plum blossoms had already bloomed, adding a mysterious and cold aura to the temple.
“Uncle, today is the first day of the Lunar New Year. I heard that people who come here to pray for blessings always find their prayers answered. When I was young, my mother brought me here. She asked for a Peace Talisman for me,” she muttered. Her eyes suddenly darkened. She was safe and had lived well until now.
Moh Yanchen reached out and held her hand tightly. It seemed that even though she did not say anything, he knew what she wanted to say next.
“Wait for me, Uncle.” She ran very quickly and soon entered the crowd to get a slot. Then, she asked for a talisman.
Moh Yanchen stood outside and looked at her petite figure kneeling there earnestly. The corner of his mouth subconsciously curled up into a smile. He had never believed in God or evil. He only believed in himself.
Jiang Yuanyuan stood in front of the entrance of Ping An Temple. Her delicate little face was filled with curiosity. Her phoenix-like eyes stared at Moh Yanchen in a daze. He was wearing a casual black outfit and a black overcoat, however, it could not hide the natural domineering aura of his body. Her gaze was unconsciously attracted.
“Go and find out who he is,” she whispered to the bodyguard beside her.