Chapter 946: Chapter 946

"Oh? Young Master Yan, are you looking for the wrong person? There’s no one here named Dong Xieyou. But why does the name sound so familiar?" Pei Qinghan said with a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes.

Yan Song’s cold eyes narrowed slightly, and his tall body seemed to block out the sun, exuding an icy pressure that enveloped the entire space.

The room’s temperature suddenly dropped by several degrees.

Like an iceberg, like a spring breeze, as winter and spring alternate, like Hell, like paradise.

"Pei Qinghan, I know you’re a smart person, so there’s no need for me to say much more."

"Heh... Young Master Yan is not the same as before, so naturally, I wouldn’t dare neglect you, but the person you want isn’t with me." Pei Qinghan shrugged helplessly.

Yan Song’s cold eyes narrowed, and he suddenly kicked open the door to the adjacent room, which was empty, with no one inside.

The room was straightforward, impossible to hide anyone. Where exactly had he hidden Dong Xieyou?

Yan Song drew his pistol, aiming it at Pei Qinghan’s head.

The men in black on standby simultaneously drew their guns, aiming at Yan Song.

Pei Qinghan remained unfazed, propping his chin with one hand, watching Yan Song with interest: "Haven’t seen you in two years, and you’ve indeed changed a lot."

The bullet was in the chamber, and Yan Song’s eyes were cold, "I suspect you’re harboring a criminal. Now, please come with me to the police station."

Pei Qinghan raised an eyebrow: "Do you have any evidence?"

Yan Song suddenly fired a shot at the ceiling.

The deafening "bang" echoed as the chandelier "crackled" with sparks, crashing to the ground, brushing past Yan Song. From start to finish, he didn’t even flinch.

Pei Qinghan squinted, "Young Master Yan, the person really isn’t here. If you have the time to waste with me, the person has probably left the country by now."

Yan Song gave him a long, hard look, said nothing more, and turned to leave with big strides.

Yuesheng blocked the doorway, like a god of death.

Yuesheng stepped aside, watching as Yan Song departed.

"Follow him, make sure he’s gone before you return," Pei Qinghan instructed.

Yuesheng nodded and left with big strides.

"Why are you avoiding him?" Pei Qinghan suddenly asked.

Mingyue jumped in from the window with Yun Ya; Yun Ya landed steadily on the ground, while Mingyue took a few steps back and disappeared in a flash at the window.

"Now isn’t a good time to meet," Yun Ya answered ambiguously; given the circumstances of such a meeting, how should she explain? She wanted to wait for a suitable time to explain to Yan Song.

Pei Qinghan glanced out the window: "Your bodyguard is quite formidable." Coming and going without a trace, with skills eerily elusive, if not witnessed, Pei Qinghan might have thought such a person existed only in the martial arts worlds. Original content can be found at ɴovelfire.net

Yun Ya wasn’t in the mood to discuss the prowess of bodyguards. She walked over and sat on the sofa, speaking in a low voice: "He’s definitely waiting outside the bar now; your words won’t fool him."

Pei Qinghan laughed: "I knew it would be ."

"I must take Dong Xieyou away, and as for that person, you handle it. Hold him for a while. Once I make a breakthrough with Dong Xieyou, I will personally deliver him to Yan Song, and then you can release him."

"Okay." Pei Qinghan nodded lightly. He was always , unconditionally supporting Yun Ya, no matter what she requested, even knowing she was wrong.

Yun Ya looked at the man before her, Pei Qinghan, who was now twenty-five years old, overflowing with the charms of a mature man, easily captivating any woman’s heart.

In this life, she wanted to draw a clear line with him, never to be entangled again. Yet unknowingly, she owed him more and more. She would often tie them together with interests, as if that would allow her to enjoy his support with a clear conscience, though it was just self-deception.

His eyes were forever veiled, giving nothing away, yet only in her presence did that fog seem to be dispersed by sunlight, revealing a core of clarity and warmth.

Two years ago, he had undergone corneal transplant surgery, recovering well post-operation so that darkness would no longer bother his eyes.

Though they hadn’t gone through as much this lifetime, the spark in his eyes when he looked at her had already made her understand, but her heart could no longer accommodate anyone else.

To her, Pei Qinghan was like a friend, more like a brother. He himself maintained the right boundaries well, so in his presence, she was always at ease.

As she pondered, Yun Ya heard him softly ask: "How do you plan to leave?"

Yun Ya thought for a moment: "Let Mingyue take Dong Xieyou away first; I have my own ways to leave."

Half an hour later, a group of drunken young people staggered out of the bar, acting wild, cursing, and making quite a noisy scene.