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Jiang Ming's hands unconsciously clenched into fists, knuckles turning white, a glimmer of determination flashing in his eyes.
"They're not framing me; they just want me to go back. They want to force me onto the path of despair once more."
Anger and resentment filled Jiang Ming's gaze, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between clenched teeth.
Yan Qing appeared suddenly awakened, his eyes widening. "Go back, does that mean…"
He looked at Jiang Ming in disbelief, a sense of foreboding rising within him.
Jiang Ming nodded slowly, then turned his back, gazing out at the branches swaying gently in the wind, as if recalling some painful past. He nodded again. "You're right; this is what that woman has done."
Jiang Ming's silhouette appeared somewhat lonely and desolate under the sunlight, yet it radiated an unyielding stubbornness.
Yan Qing furrowed his brows slightly, a hint of contemplation in his eyes. He lowered his gaze to the small master resting on him and softly asked, "Do you need to go to the capital to see who’s behind this?" As he spoke, his hand gently stroked the soft fur of the kitten, the motion tender and soothing, as if comforting a precious treasure.
The kitten seemed to have found the most comfortable spot and rolled over contentedly, purring softly like a little darling. It then nuzzled its furry head against Yan Qing's warm palm, its adorable antics resembling a child asking an adult for candy.
Jiang Ming had been watching Yan Qing and the kitten but for some reason felt a flush rise on his face. He seemed a bit embarrassed, as if hiding something, awkwardly turning his head to focus on the television channel broadcasting "News Broadcast."
The sound from the television echoed in the quiet room, reporting significant domestic and international events. However, Jiang Ming's thoughts wandered, occasionally stealing glances at Yan Qing.
"I won't go to the capital for now; they might be digging traps waiting for me to fall into them. To avoid any accidents, I’ll stay in Z City for a while longer and wait until I finish investigating other matters before heading to the capital," Jiang Ming said steadily, though a hint of vigilance shone in his eyes.
Yan Qing's hand had just moved to stroke the kitten's back when he heard Jiang Ming's words; it froze as if pressed by a pause button.
He slightly parted his lips as if contemplating Jiang Ming's statement. After a moment, he seemed to snap back to reality and mechanically nodded. "That makes sense; let's stay here a bit longer."
Yan Qing's gaze became somewhat vacant as he pondered something unknown.
The little kitten was comfortably nestled when it suddenly felt its owner's hand touching its back, stopping short. It immediately expressed its displeasure. With a delicate pink paw, it gently tapped Yan Qing's hand. The tap was light but carried an undeniable insistence, as if urging Yan Qing to continue petting it. The adorable sight was enough to make anyone chuckle.
Noticing the kitten's discontented little taps, Yan Qing's lips curled into a slight smile, revealing a hint of affectionate amusement.
The sudden smile bloomed like flowers under the warm spring sun—soft and inviting, yet subtly alluring.
Yan Qing had fair skin, and beneath long, curled eyelashes were deep, bright eyes filled with the essence of countless mornings. A high nose glimmered softly under the light, casting a charming shadow on the side of the face. A few strands of hair casually fell over the forehead, adding a touch of effortless charm.
Although Yan Qing remained silent, Jiang Ming nearby keenly noticed the interaction.
Jiang Ming, already strikingly handsome with features carved like fine art, turned his gaze toward them. His slender eyes resembled deep pools, but instead of landing on Yan Qing's smiling face, his attention was drawn to the little kitten.
The kitten had placed its paw on Yan Qing's hand and occasionally shot icy glares at Jiang Ming, as if asserting its territory. The pink pads on its tiny paw stood out against Yan Qing's skin.
Animals are often sensitive to their surroundings, and this kitten was no exception. It quickly sensed a chilling presence nearby that seemed to seep into its very being—like icy tendrils making every hair on its body stand on end.
Feeling frightened, the kitten let out a soft "meow" and quickly curled itself into a ball, burrowing tightly into Yan Qing's embrace, trembling slightly.
It tucked its tail in close, forming a fluffy little sphere that revealed only its round, wide eyes, which scanned the surroundings warily as if there were terrifying monsters lurking nearby.
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