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“During that time, I was surveilling her husband, we met often.”

Ye Wanting was shocked, hurriedly covering his mouth, but her hands were still held by him, unable to move, she was anxious, “Don’t say it, you must be on a mission, right? Don’t tell me.”

Yaen Chi raised his eyebrows playfully, smiling at her, “Aren’t you curious why a rich second generation like me has ties with people of that level?”

“No, no, no, I don’t want to know.”

Ye Wanting worried she couldn’t keep the secret and blurt it out, she was flustered and tried to distract herself with something else, accidentally pulling her hand away from his.

Yaen Chi pulled her back again, “I’ll be careful in the future, also, don’t call me Mr. Yaen, it’s too distant, okay?”

Ye Wanting opened her mouth, stammering out two words: “Brother…”

He was satisfied, “Good girl.”

Ye Wanting thought about getting up, her back was bent for too long, but somehow her foot tripped, causing her to fall down suddenly, her elbow striking his leg.

A man’s voice suddenly emitted a muffled groan above her.

It was soft, but to her ears, it sounded like thunder.

“I’m sorry…”

She hurriedly got up, her body barely rising much, not even getting the angle right, her forehead brushed up against his chin as she raised it. Afraid of bumping into him, she leaned back, stumbling, Yaen Chi supported her back, pulling her closer.

Ye Wanting’s erratic gaze suddenly fixed on his face.

Too close, way too close. She seemed to hear her own heartbeat.

Each beat was like drumming, her face growing redder, Yaen Chi’s eyes were too attractive, slightly narrowed with a smile, it was hard not to meet his gaze, fearing her heart might beat out of her chest, she hurriedly stood up, her hands clumsily pushing back the hair around her ear.

“Would you…would you like to lie down and rest for a bit?”

Yaen Chi didn’t speak, perhaps deliberately teasing her, the suddenly quiet atmosphere made her particularly anxious, prompting her to make conversation.

“No, I’ve been lying down all afternoon, my bones are almost melting, help me downstairs for a walk.”

“Can you stand the wind?”

“Of course I can.”

When he left on Yan Di’s plane, the airport winds were strong enough to pierce through clothes and dig into his wounds. Back then, he was much more injured than now, after all these days of recuperation, surely a little breeze wouldn’t be unbearable.

However, seeing Ye Wanting’s concerned expression, he really couldn’t bear it. He soothed, “Really, it’s okay, I can handle the wind.”

She was still uneasy, grabbed a coat and draped it over his shoulders, even wanted him to put the sleeves on. Yaen Chi pointed to the sun outside the window, still hanging like noon even at this hour, “If I cover up more, I might get a heat rash.”

Ye Wanting laughed lightly, not responding to him, but insisted on letting him wear the coat.

She didn’t take him far, just strolled downstairs aimlessly, wherever there were fewer people, to avoid him being bumped into by hasty pedestrians.

After half an hour of strolling, she wanted to take him back.

Yaen Chi however led her to narrate grabbing the meal card, so they could grab a bite together in the cafeteria.

Yaen Chi wanted to help, but Ye Wanting wouldn’t allow it, refused to let him touch anything, only took a small plate, put two fried dumplings on it, and asked him to find a seat first.

Yaen Chi looked at the food in his hands, amused and speechless, never before was he treated like a child.

He estimated Ye Wanting’s order-taking pace and found a nearby table to sit at.

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