This night, He Xiyan tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep, and so did Chen Jiahang beside her.
Chen Jiahang, who usually smiled brightly like a child, was tightening his face at this time, looking very unhappy.
He held He Xiyan’s hands tightly for a long time.
As he unfolded his hands, he wrote some words in her palm.
“Yanyan, you won’t go with that Mr. Mo, will you?” Chen Jiahang looked at He Xiyan anxiously. Like a child to be abandoned, he looked somewhat afraid.
He knew that the man was rich, simply judging from his dress. He was also more handsome and must be smarter than him. He himself had nothing better that man.
He Xiyan felt Jiahang’s worry.
She put her hand gently on Jiahang’s forehead, touching his eyes which looked painful to her.
She nodded, telling him that she wouldn’t leave him. Whatever Mr. Mo was and however rich he was, it had nothing to do with her.
“Then if he comes again, I’ll beat him to death.” Chen Jiahang wrote anxiously, with a touch of deep hatred in his eyes.
He bore hatred against whoever coveted Yanyan, especially that man, who even called her Yanyan as well, indeed owed a beating.
He Xiyan, whose heart tightened all of a sudden, shook her head vigorously, took Jiahang’s hand and said, “Jiahang, you can’t beat others. It’s against the law and you will be jailed for that.”
Seeing He Xiyan so agitated, she began to feel worried that he might do anything illegal on impulse.
“Well, then I’ll slap him in the face. Slap him.” Jiahang gave a cold sneer.
If that fellow dared come again, he would make sure that he would not get a good result.
He Xiyan was speechless. Every time Jiahang said something angrily, he seemed childish.
This night, they did not fall asleep until late at night. The next day they woke up very late, and the sun almost hung high in the sky, shining through the window onto their bed.
He Xiyan got up. As if realizing something, she went straight to the hall, opened the wooden door and cast a look out.
She was stunned, instantly looking unbelievably shocked.
It was because the man who was here yesterday came again, right on his way here. He was now walking fast on the lane not far away, alone, without Wang Zhi.
“Jiahang…” He Xiyan called Chen Jiahang, who was making breakfast in the kitchen.
Hearing the call, Chen Jiahang put down the knife and came out soon.
“What’s wrong, Yanyan?”
He Xiyan pointed to the man 200 meters away who was coming towards them.
“He… He would come again.”
She said with incredibility.
Chen Jiahang looked in the direction He Xiyan pointed out. Soon he pulled his face long, with hatred and anger bursting out of his eyes like a volcanic eruption.
He ran straight into the backyard and brought out a long pole.
How dare he come! He would beat him to death. This disgusting fellow. He would beat him down and let him end up crawling back today so that he would never dare to come again.
Seeing Chen Jiahang bringing with him a pole, He Xiyan quickly took his hand and said.
“Jiahang, don’t be impulsive. Let’s see what he’s going to do first. We don’t owe him any money anyway. If he talks nonsense, we will drive him out of Mang village together with other villagers.”