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Wen Yihuan smiled lightly and looked down at her rosy cheeks, frozen by the wind, saying, "I'm fine. How about you?"
Shu Ran nodded slightly, "Yeah, I'm good."
After that, there was a mutual silence.
In fact, this is often the case; when many people reunite after years apart, there is usually more awkwardness and distance rather than the familiarity one might expect.
Moreover, they had ended things on such a bad note, filled with misunderstandings and grievances. Could their reunion be open and relaxed?
Not at all.
Shu Ran brushed the small snowflakes hanging from her wool hat, coughed lightly, and organized the excuse she had already prepared in her mind: "Um, the snow is getting heavier, and it's getting late. I have something to do, so I'll be leaving now. Let's chat another day when we have time."
As soon as she finished speaking, she nodded as a farewell and took a step back, intending to leave.
Wen Yihuan hurriedly caught up with her, tightly grasping her hand. Shu Ran turned back in surprise, her gaze as cold as the temperature of his palm, rejecting his impolite behavior.
Wen Yihuan was about to shout "Don't go," but upon seeing her expression, he remembered the reasons for their past breakup. She had never liked people being too clingy; if he persisted unreasonably, it would only make her unhappy. His heart felt even more resistant.
Thinking this, he released her hand and apologized in a very gentlemanly manner: "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
He thought that if he only apologized without doing anything else, he wouldn't be able to keep her.
"Um, can I get your contact information? I've been trying to add you on WeChat but it hasn't gone through. Let's add each other on WeChat and maybe grab a meal together sometime."
Shu Ran had already placed her hand on the car door. Hearing him speak, she turned to look at him inexplicably and coldly said the words that left him completely flustered: "Sorry, I'm married."
After saying this, before Shu Ran could pull her hand away from his grasp, a loud screeching sound suddenly pierced through the air. The car's headlights shone brightly and coldly towards her without any concealment, blindingly bright; any more light seemed like it would scorch her eyes.
Shu Ran stood under the bright lights, her entire figure, including the fearful expression on her face, clearly illuminated. This included the hand she was holding with the man beside her.
“Beep—!” The piercing sound of a horn blared loudly in her ears, filled with absolute anger, roaring incessantly.
Instinctively, Wen Yihuan gently pushed Shu Ran back, standing protectively in front of her, shielding her behind him.
A sense of unease washed over her. Seeing the familiar Audi sports car that looked just like hers, Shu Ran didn’t have time to speak before Wen Yihuan tightly grasped her hand and held it behind him.
The ominous feeling had never been so strong. Shu Ran's palms were sweaty as she tried to break free from Wen Yihuan's grip, but he held on tightly. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t pry his fingers apart.
“Let go, Wen Yihuan, let go.” Shu Ran’s face was flustered, nearly in tears. If the person in the car was really Qin Xian, what would he think seeing her standing with Wen Yihuan, holding hands? How angry would he be?
Shu Ran dared not imagine.
At that moment, she still didn’t know.
The extent to which Qin Xian liked her made it unbearable for him to tolerate even the slightest connection between her and another man.
Almost in the next second, the car door swung open with a loud bang, and a tall figure stepped out. Shu Ran didn’t dare blink; she raised her hand to shield herself from the blinding light, frozen in panic as she stared ahead.
The light was too dazzling to see who it was, but Shu Ran had a strong feeling that it must be Qin Xian.
The car door slammed shut with a loud noise, causing Shu Ran to tremble uncontrollably; despite it being winter, she was drenched in cold sweat.
Desperate and anxious, Shu Ran felt even more helpless when Wen Yihuan mistakenly thought he was comforting her by saying, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
Shu Ran wanted to cry but had no tears; it was precisely because he was there.
Step by step, a tall figure gradually approached, exuding a cold and indifferent aura, as if he had crawled out from a battlefield, his chilling presence suffocating enough to make it hard to breathe.
Three meters, two meters, one meter, Shu Ran nervously gripped her coat tightly, wrinkling it in her anxiety.
Finally.
When she saw the face of the approaching person, Shu Ran was horrified and suddenly lost all her strength.
Indeed, it was Qin Xian.
He was very angry.
Especially angry.
His features were exquisitely handsome, with a barely perceptible smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
He looked deeply at her through Wen Yihuan, his gaze sharp enough to leave her breathless.
Shu Ran knew this was what he looked like when he was extremely furious.
She stared at him in shock and fear, biting her lip so hard that it drew blood before she finally heard his cold and indifferent voice say, "Shu Ran, let go."
Shu Ran immediately released her bite and obediently looked at him.
Perhaps her compliance eased his anger slightly; Qin Xian no longer regarded her with that chilling gaze.
Wen Yihuan looked at the imposing man before him and felt an inexplicable hostility rise within him. He asked, "Who are you?"
Qin Xian suddenly smiled coldly, casting a disdainful glance at him. In an instant, Qin Xian clenched his fist tightly and swung it directly at Wen Yihuan.
The punch was delivered with such force that Wen Yihuan was caught off guard and knocked to the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
“Qin Xian!”
Shu Ran did not expect him to strike and was startled, abruptly calling out to him.
Qin Xian ignored her completely, advancing forward to pin him down and mercilessly rain punches upon him, like an enraged lion, completely losing his rationality.
Wen Yihuan was dazed from the blows, his face covered in blood, unable to put up any resistance.
A group of Wen Yihuan's friends who were eating snacks nearby saw the commotion and hurried over. Upon seeing Wen Yihuan being beaten on the ground, they quickly reacted and engaged in a scuffle with Qin Xian.
Every man in the Qin Family had trained in combat, let alone someone like Qin Xian, who stood at the top. Trained since childhood, every move he made was ruthless and unyielding, as if he intended to kill.
Especially with his anger flaring.
Three or four people were nothing; within minutes, they were all beaten and bruised.
Shu Ran had never witnessed such a scene and was panicking, unsure of what to do. She repeatedly shouted, “Qin Xian! Qin Xian! Qin Xian! Stop hitting him! Qin Xian!”
Gritting her teeth, she stepped forward, disregarding the danger of getting hurt in the chaos. She rushed to Qin Xian's side, grabbing his poised fist and crying as she shook her head, pleading, “Qin Xian, please stop!”
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