Yan Jian desperately tried to endure, attempting to think about those models backstage at the runway. Fortunately, she studied fashion design herself, so she had witnessed many scenes of models changing clothes backstage. To save ti, the models didn’t have any hesitation or shyness, even when facing male designers and assistants, they could calmly undo their clothes.
She considered herself as a model. At this mont, she was not Tang Yanjian, but simply fulfilling a responsibility and carrying out a mission.
Jas squinted, staring at Yan Jian, watching her go from initial shyness and slight trembling to gradually having a determined look in her eyes. Finally, she calmly let go of her hands which wanted to cover, and then lifted her chin proudly under his gaze.
He frowned instead.
He wanted to see a shy, mysterious Eastern girl, not a female soldier ready to sacrifice herself.
He gritted his teeth and said to the phone, "I’m really sorry, the child is not with ."
"What did you say?" Tang Yanqing was anxious on the other end of the phone, and Yan Jian’s eyes widened, looking as if she wanted to rush over and tear Jas apart.
Jas squinted his eyes at Yan Jian, arrogantly saying to the phone, "It’s not that I wanted the child, it was George. Children are so troubleso, what am I going to do with one? So after getting the child, my people handed her over to George’s people."
Tang Yanqing listened on the phone and suddenly asked, "Who is by your side?"
Jas was also slightly startled, his gaze swept over Yan Jian, and then he tried to say calmly, "No one."
He imdiately countered, "Why, worried about George’s n by my side? Then why did you call so recklessly? Shouldn’t you have checked first?"
Tang Yanqing sighed softly, "You’re right. But the child’s safety is more important than anything."
Jas squinted his eyes, "More important than your own life?"
Tang Yanqing responded without hesitation, "Yes. For her, I wouldn’t hesitate even if it costs my life."
Jas burst into a strange laugh, "It’s not even your daughter, it’s that illegitimate child’s, so why bother?"
Tang Yanqing’s voice was calm, "That child is Shi Nian’s daughter; that’s enough. Besides, no officer asks who the child belongs to before rescuing her."
Jas raised his eyebrows slightly.
He couldn’t help but recall his past. Back then, after being hard, he knew he couldn’t cry to his mother nor could he tell George, but he also never thought about calling the police. Hearing Tang Yanqing say this now, he couldn’t help making an assumption: if he had called the police back then, would the police have protected him, would they have helped him deal with that old man?
He thought for a mont and then laughed. So many years have passed, what aning does such speculation have?
Tang Yanqing pursued, "In your view, where is George’s people most likely to take the child?"
Since George and Jas could still communicate well, perhaps Jas’s opinion would be more valuable.
Jas squinted again, his gaze falling on Yan Jian, and said word by word, "I, don’t know."
Yan Jian was infuriated, bent down, picked up her shoe, and threw it at him.
She truly didn’t hold back, the shoe heel aid straight at his face. Jas frowned, dodged slightly, barely avoiding it.
Tang Yanqing also heard, and asked again, "Jas, who is with you?!"
Behavior analysis is not just about observing with eyes, listening to sounds can also make judgnts. At this mont, as he discussed such important issues with Jas, he himself was fully focused, but it was clear that Jas was distracted.
This distraction didn’t co from Jas’s arrogance and contempt, but from an objective circumstance. He could imagine Jas’s current scene by the sound of Jas now: Jas’s eyes were constantly fixed on sothing.
The focus Jas had for that person was clearly more than what he had for him.
Tang Yanqing unconsciously thought of Yan Jian.
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During the investigation, Yanyi advised not to relax vigilance against Jas, and the people sent out did not find anything unusual about Jas. When the police couldn’t muster more manpower to monitor Jas, Yan Jian silently handed him a portable hard drive one night. He opened it and found it filled with nurous audio files. As he played them, he realized they were all the words Jas had said in his office. The recordings were extrely detailed, almost covering 24 hours a day, and as long as Jas appeared in the office, everything he said was recorded.
Yan Jian quietly helped him imnsely. Sotis in the castle, it was George, not Huangfu Huazhang himself; the na Mo Ya Village was learned by him this way.
He was overjoyed and carefully asked Yan Jian how she got them, and she simply said that it was by coincidence when helping Jas renovate his office that she planted the bugging devices there. As for how Yan Jian and Jas t, Yan Jian wouldn’t say much, only claiming it was a chance eting in a shop.
Knowing this, Tang Yanqing sensed sothing amiss but had too many things going on during this period and couldn’t find a separate ti to talk to Yan Jian clearly. He just carried a sense of guilt in his heart, which started from when he was handling the matter of Little Sound.
At that ti, the eldest sister was suddenly involved in the case, and everyone sympathized with her, trying to rescue her. As a result, in the love triangle between the eldest sister, Little Sound, and Yan Jian, everyone without exception sided with the eldest sister, unable to help but bla Yan Jian.
Now, thinking back, Yan Jian falling in love with Little Sound was also the most straightforward emotion, unrelated to any sche, and fundantally wasn’t wrong. Moreover, she was the youngest sister in the family, accustod to being pampered by elders and siblings. How truly sorrowful she must have been when she was isolated and helpless...
But she didn’t beco despondent; instead, she took on the responsibility of her sister’s store and quietly ca up with Jas’ recording. This made him, as her brother, feel deeply inadequate.
Instinctively, he was very worried that there might still be deals between Yan Jian and Jas in private. Jas, also a child of the Ford family, wasn’t soone Yan Jian could easily deal with. His greatest fear was that Yan Jian might be deceived by Jas. Under no circumstances did he want his family, especially this youngest sister, to pay so heavy price for his own case, for his own matters.
He then asked in a deep voice, "Was it Yan Jian?"
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Jas also jumped in shock, involuntarily staring at Yan Jian, giving a cold laugh at the phone: "Are you crazy?"
Tang Yanqing shouted loudly at the phone, "Yan Jian, is it you?"
The room was quiet, although Jas didn’t have the speaker on, yet Yan Jian could still hear her brother’s stern shout.
Like a heavy hamr striking down, her tears instantly flowed.
She didn’t want her family to discover it, even though her brother wasn’t directly in front of her, but only guessing through the phone, she still felt thoroughly ashad.
She was truly useless, unable to hide it from her brother. Now in such a life-and-death situation, how could she still cause her brother to be distracted by her?
With tears in her eyes, she vigorously shook her head at Jas.
Her brother must not find out.
Jas coldly laughed at the phone with a sneer: "Mr. Tang, you really have had enough. There’s soone by my side, a woman, the type you pay for. Just when things were going well, you disrupted with your sudden call, but how could you randomly guess it’s your sister?"
He paused for a mont and said sothing harsh: "Is it possible that, in Mr. Tang’s mind, his sister could be that kind of person who goes out to sell herself?"
After saying that, he hung up the phone and imdiately turned it off.
He threw down the phone, only to see Yan Jian looking at him in despair, her gaze shattered.
He frowned.
What he had just said was only to dispel Tang Yanqing’s suspicions, to stop Tang Yanqing from continuing to guess it was Yan Jian... He really didn’t intend to humiliate her.
But whether intentional or not, she still misunderstood at the mont. What use was there in explaining?
He gave a cold laugh: "What, do you feel aggrieved again? If you felt aggrieved, you shouldn’t have agreed to initially. Since you agreed, you must bear the grievance and fulfill it. I have no interest in a woman who only knows how to cry and whine. Being with a man should originally be a happy thing; if you’re like this, it becos aningless."
Yan Jian grabbed another shoe and threw it at him: "Go to hell!"
Jas slightly tilted his head and easily avoided it. Yan Jian paid no heed to herself being undressed and cried in despair: "You took away Shi Nian’s child! You’re not human!"
Jas squinted his blue eyes and stared at Yan Jian: "What does it an to be human? I want to know too. Maybe it’s soone like you: complete parents, harmonious family, siblings who care for each other; and not like , where having a Dad is equal to not having one, a Mom who is completely unreliable, a brother who I’d rather clash minds with..."
There was one more sentence he didn’t voice, which rushed to the tip of his tongue. He swallowed it hard, startled himself.
What he wanted to say was: "To have soone I want to love but instead have to harbor hatred for each other"...
He startled himself too. Did he just think of the word "love"? Did he really think he had fallen for this little girl in front of him?
Was he crazy? This was the Tang family’s smallest granddaughter!
He frowned, quickly stepping back, covering his mouth and turning his head away.
No way.
Even if... he would never admit it to anyone.
Squinting his eyes, he gazed at the night outside the window. His expression and the night equally deep and enigmatic: "So maybe you’re right, I shouldn’t exist as ’human’, or maybe better suited as a ghost."
As a ghost, he wouldn’t need to worry about whether she’d be sad, as a ghost, he would only need to devour her completely.
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