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After Han Jingnian left holding Xia Wan’an’s hand, the crowd gathered in the venue dispersed quickly.
In a short while, the once lively venue beca extrely deserted, except for a figure standing alone at the back entrance.
After an unknown length of ti, a woman in a red leather jacket ca over. She stopped next to the man and said, "Boss."
He Che didn’t respond and stood still, like a statue.
Chen Cang stood approximately half a ter behind him, hesitated for a mont, and tried again: "Boss, everyone’s gone. We should leave too."
He Che finally responded, nodding his head, but showed no signs of leaving.
Just as Chen Cang was about to speak a third ti, He Che lightly closed his eyes and moved his lips: "Let’s go."
After uttering these words, he turned and hurriedly left. Chen Cang watched his retreating back for a mont before she sprinted to catch up with him.
Back in the car, as Chen Cang started the engine, she saw He Che, seated in the back row, fiddling with the ring she’d taken from his safe.
There was no emotion on He Che’s face. The golden rim glasses made his graceful features appear particularly gentle, but for so reason, Chen Cang sensed a hint of loss emanating from him.
She hesitated for a mont before asking, "Boss, are you... upset?"
"No," He Che raised his head, looked at Chen Cang with a puzzled glance, saw that she was looking at the ring in his hand, and then laughed lightly: "Oh, you an this? Why should I be unhappy for not being able to give away this ring? On the contrary, I’m relieved. I can continue to keep this heirloom my mother left ... And besides, seeing how protectively he treats her makes happy. I’m genuinely thrilled... How could I not be happy to have one more person looking out for her in this world?"
Chen Cang moved her lips as if she wanted to say sothing further, but He Che stopped her: "Take ho."
"Yes, boss." As Chen Cang turned her head to check the road ahead, her peripheral vision caught a hole on He Che’s arm, a burn from a cigarette: "Boss, what happened to your arm? How did it get that hole? Burned by sothing?"
He Che, reminded by her, glanced at his arm casually, completely unconcerned: "Oh, I accidentally burned it with a cigarette."
"Did it burn your skin?" As Chen Cang was saying this, she got out of the car and went to the back seat to examine He Che’s wound.
While unrolling his shirt sleeve, Chen Cang didn’t find any cigarette burn marks but saw a scar from a bite... A hint of sternness flashed across her face: "Boss, who bit this?"
He Che’s expression suddenly cooled.
Seeing his reaction, Chen Cang imdiately deflated. She remained silent for a mont before asking softly, "...Was it Miss?"
He Che didn’t say anything, but Chen Cang knew she was right: "...How could Miss bite so hard..."
"Don’t you dare criticize her." He Che’s voice interrupted Chen Cang coldly: "And it’s not her fault, it’s mine..."
It’s who didn’t allow the wound to heal, it’s who wanted to keep the traces of her bite...
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