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“Let me see you again, and I truly cannot promise I will do nothing.”

The cool, restrained emphasis reached everyone’s ears.

This was not the Jiang Chen Ye Mian had ever seen.

Cold, arrogant, ruthless.

He wore a tailored suit, refined and noble in bearing, yet there was always a vicious air about him, like some fiendish spirit; in the depths of his eyes lingered the same chill as in her dreams.

He even gave off a weary, world-hating desolation, as though he had simply been provoked one time too many.

Ye Mian’s pupils contracted. Even with her eyes wide open, she would never have dared imagine that the person before her was Jiang Chen.

Only then did she finally understand why he had told her to close her eyes just now.

He was afraid of exposing his true self.

Her lips twitched, and she actually felt a little more at ease.

She had been somewhat prepared for this, so when facing the way a powerful man might tear off his mask, she could remain calm and unruffled.

After all, in this day and age, anyone who could rise from nothing had to possess some ruthlessness and means.

She had even seen him stab someone before.

A fight...

That did not seem quite so unacceptable now.

The few punks were all trembling.

They had already suffered a grave loss back when they faced that reckless youth who did not care whether he lived or died.

They had thought that the more one had, the more one would fear losing it.

But the person before them was clearly not like that.

He had become even more terrifying, even worse than before.

The thought of retreat had already taken hold of them.

Then someone else suddenly came running out from the alley nearby.

The men also sensed very clearly that the threat in the man’s words was real.

“All of you get lost. Don’t make me have my people handle you.”

...

Ye Mian sat in the passenger seat. A cool breeze drifted in through the car window, lifting her hair and brushing it back behind her ears.

Inside the car, Jiang Chen had returned to that refined, composed appearance, one hand resting on the steering wheel, his gentle, elegant eyes fixed ahead.

The wind carried his scent, slowly drifting over to her.

Leaning back in her seat, Ye Mian was still caught in the atmosphere from earlier.

From the corner of her eye, she stole a glance at Jiang Chen. From this angle, she could only see the small piercing in his ear and the gorgeous line of his profile.

It was as if, once he put on a suit, he would no longer wear earrings, giving off a solemn, proper impression.

But Ye Mian also remembered how he looked in casual clothes with his earring in place, looking every inch like a rich second-generation playboy.

Either way, he radiated poise and nobility with every gesture, as though he had been born to be a big shot.

There really were walls between people.

“Jiang Chen.” Ye Mian broke the silence, her voice soft and sweet in the manner of a southern girl. “Back when you were at First High, were you fighting because of me?”

Jiang Chen turned his head slightly, though his gaze remained ahead. The light from above cast a hazy glow over him, making the lines of his brows and eyes even deeper. His tone carried a trace of amusement. “No.”

“I don’t believe you.” Ye Mian propped herself on her arm and smiled too, looking especially confident.

Knowing that Jiang Chen would not say more, she had no ability to pry the truth out of a man like him.

So she simply sat quietly in the car. After a moment, she asked instead, “Can I ask you for something?”

The answer came at once.

“Yes.”

Jiang Chen’s features softened, and his voice grew even more lingering.

“I haven’t even asked what it is yet.”

“Anything is fine.”

His eyes were clear, yet unreadable, giving Ye Mian the illusion that whatever she wanted, Jiang Chen would give it to her.

Her eyes rolled, a sly thought rising in her mind. She turned back toward him. “How about we—”

She had only gotten halfway through the sentence.

The car happened to be turning at that very moment, swaying sharply. Driven by inertia, her body nearly fell against Jiang Chen’s side. She did not touch the hand he used to drive, but the posture was still terribly awkward.

Before she could steady herself, she heard the man’s voice above her head, saying each word distinctly:

“If you want to kiss in the car, that won’t do.”