Fortunately, it was finally confirmed that the person who kidnapped her was just Huang Sijun seeking revenge.
Although this was not a good thing, when he found out that the number was related to Huang Sijun, he still clearly felt a sense of relief.
Yan Yan lowered his head, gazing at her resting with her head on his lap, her little mouth slightly open as she slept soundly.
His hand unconsciously stroked the top of her head, while a hint of complex emotion flickered across his handsome face.
He watched her soft, adorable sleeping face for a long, long time.
Suddenly, he started to laugh quietly.
It wasn’t the kind of gentle mocking or indifferent smile of the past.
The corners of his lips curved into a lazy, wicked arc, while his eyes narrowed in delight.
At that moment, his beauty was enough to overshadow the world.
Yet as he leaned against the headboard, his demeanor grew increasingly languid, a dangerous aura spreading around him, centering on himself.
Carrying a strong, deeply inherent aggressiveness unique to him.
As if he intended to claim everything in the room within his domain.
Gu Yixuan was right...
He was merely deceiving himself all along.
As for what Gu Yixuan was worried about, he understood all too well.
His soft spot... his fatal weakness.
The Yan Yan of the past would never have allowed such a thing to exist within him.
Growing up in the devouring Yan Family, he always carefully concealed himself, just like all his preferences and emotions.
So even now, he was used to surviving with an impenetrable facade.
Deep and nonchalant, no one ever knew what he was thinking.
He would have no soft spots; even if he did, he would strangle it himself.
Just like a few years ago when someone drugged him, trying to ruin him, making him almost fall at that time.
Afterward, he sought out Gu Yixuan, who was still a medical student then, and had him test countless drugs on him, continuously building his resistance to all kinds of substances.
The saying goes, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
All of Yan Yan’s weaknesses have now become his armor.
Gu Yixuan understands him, which is why he deliberately pointed it out, advising him to think it through, and if it doesn’t work out, it might still be timely to cut it off now.
The man at this moment held the young girl in his arms, yet his lips curled into a disdainful arc.
What does a weakness count for?
If life was always without ups and downs, wouldn’t it be too dull?
Just like the many past years, too few things could spark his interest.
Finally, a tiny thing appeared that could affect him this way.
No matter what, he wouldn’t easily let it go.
It might indeed bring some trouble.
Yan Yan lowered his eyes, hiding the deep emotions within, his big hand gently stroking Yun Qiluo’s head.
The young girl on his lap turned over with a soft murmur, still asleep.
Unaware of everything.
And completely oblivious that she was about to be drawn into another, even deeper territory by a certain man.
With nowhere left to escape.
When Yun Qiluo woke up, it was already afternoon.
She lazily stretched out on the bed, then sat up, vaguely hearing Yan Yan’s pleasant voice from outside saying something.
And a certain boy was sitting by the bed, staring at her without blinking.
Yun Qiluo almost jumped in surprise, then tugged at her hair, her sleepy, still not quite awake eyes giving him a glance: "Ji Ruofeng, what are you doing here?"