Watching the woman faint in his arms, Shi Yu’s gaze was dark and wary, his distinctly jointed fingers slowly tightening.
A dangerous aura emanated from his body, making everyone afraid to even breathe too deeply.
"Boss, what do we do now?"
Sun Yan was not unaware that this situation was not as simple as he imagined, and couldn’t help but grow anxious.
But Shi Yu did not respond to him.
He bent down, lifted Shen Cheng in his arms by her waist, and strode away.
Shen Cheng was taken back to the mansion, where she remained unconscious.
Soon, the private doctor Su Pei arrived.
After examining Shen Cheng, she said, "Miss Shen’s unconsciousness may be due to recent nausea and loss of appetite. A good sleep should help her recover; there’s no major issue."
Shi Yu waved his hand to dismiss her, and after Su Pei gave a few instructions, she left the room with her medical kit in hand.
Shi Yu lay down beside the bed, holding Shen Cheng tightly in his arms, his sculpted, sharp face close to her ear.
"As long as I’m here, no one can hurt you."
His low whisper, full of doting, seemed to be able to imprint itself in the heart of someone deep in slumber.
He reached out to pull the blanket over her body, then carefully withdrew his other hand that was holding her, and got out of bed.
Stepping out of the room, he closed the door behind him and dialed the unfamiliar number from the text message—
On the rooftop of Imperial City 19, a fine drama was unfolding.
The wind was strong atop the high-rise building, blowing the garments of the two figures fiercely.
Looking at the cold-faced man before her, Mo Qingxin kept smiling.
She thought, if it weren’t for her mission, she might have conquered this man.
Because he was so cold, he kindled a blazing desire to conquer in anyone who laid eyes on him for the first time.
If she could, she really wanted to break through that icy exterior to see his other expressions.
If his face wore a smile... it would certainly be fascinating.
At this moment, Shi Yu spoke coolly, "What’s the purpose of doing this?"
He always seemed so detached, an indifferent person who never wanted to utter an extra word to her.
Mo Qingxin stepped back unhurriedly, her eyes clearly filled with amusement, "If I tell you, I did it simply for fun..."
"How would you react?" Mo Qingxin’s lips carried a hint of disdainful light laughter.
She wanted to provoke this man in such a way.
However, what she didn’t expect was that Shi Yu was not affected by her tactics at all, his eyes cold as shards of ice: "Don’t make me repeat myself."
Mo Qingxin kept her gaze fixed on his eyes, as if wanting to see his patience worn down completely.
So she kept sparring with him, never directly answering his question.
Talking around in circles, endlessly testing Shi Yu’s patience.
Shi Yu had no interest in wasting more words here with her and turned to leave.
He had no desire to be drawn into a prolonged encounter with a woman.
But Mo Qingxin had no intention of letting him go. As Shi Yu turned around, she swiftly made her move, attacking him!
Her strike was quick, ruthless, and precise, evidently the product of various professional trainings.
Sensing something amiss, Shi Yu remained composed. Just as Mo Qingxin was about to land her blow, he dodged effortlessly with a swift movement, avoiding the strike.
Mo Qingxin missed her target but quickly adjusted her posture mid-action, regaining her balance and standing steadily beside Shi Yu without any sign of clumsiness.
Shi Yu avoided without counterattacking, which in Mo Qingxin’s eyes was contemptuous, almost as if he were toying with her like a cat with a mouse!