Liao Tingting actually hired rcenaries to deal with Han Xi. Fortunately, the people protecting Han Xi were special forces from the military; otherwise, ordinary bodyguards wouldn’t have been a match for them.
After the car left the Eiffel Tower, Han Xi finally relaxed. She took out her phone and sent the selfies she had just taken to Lu Jinghan.
Soon, a call from Lu Jinghan ca in. Han Xi glanced at the screen and smiled as she pressed the answer button.
"Honey, I miss you."
Lu Jinghan stood in front of the office’s floor-to-ceiling window, his fingers holding the cigarette tapping on the glass absentmindedly.
" too," Han Xi whispered, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear as she continued, "Just now, we actually saw soone fighting with knives, scared to death."
"Go back to the hotel now. Wait until Chu Ci is done with work, then co back."
Lu Jinghan’s brow slightly furrowed, his deep, obscure eyes dark and unreadable through the misty smoke.
"Tonight, I’ll ask Manman and Chu Ci. If they have no objections, we’ll return tomorrow."
"Alright, be sure to stay safe."
After hanging up the phone, Lu Jinghan turned to look at Liao Tingting sitting on the sofa: "You’ve got quite the guts, don’t you?"
"Whatever I want, I’ll definitely get, and you’re no exception."
Liao Tingting’s lips curved with a sensual smile, her nail-polished fingers gently tapping on the sofa’s armrest.
"You probably overestimate yourself. All your rcenaries have been dealt with."
"Then you’d better protect her flawlessly, because if I find an opportunity soday, your Mrs. Lu might say goodbye to you forever."
Liao Tingting lifted her hand and made a killing motion across her neck, her smile tinged with a sinister cruelty.
Lu Jinghan walked to the desk and flicked the ash into the ashtray: "Does Miss Liao think I’ll give you that chance? It’s you who should be careful not to play with fire and get burned."
Liao Tingting stood up from the sofa and walked over to Lu Jinghan. Just as she was about to kiss his thin lips, Lu Jinghan grabbed her by the neck: "I’ve told you many tis, I don’t like any woman besides my wife touching ."
Liao Tingting’s face turned red from being choked, but she still maintained a smile, lifting her hand to entwine around Lu Jinghan’s neck: "I... have set... my sights on you."
Lu Jinghan looked at her with cold eyes and pushed her to the ground, glancing down at her from a height: "With just you? I’ll be watching."
Liao Tingting rubbed her neck, which was sore from being choked, and nonchalantly stood up using the wall for support: "You’ll never get rid of in this life. Since I’ve run into you again, I won’t let go."
"Again?" Lu Jinghan sat in the leather chair with his legs crossed, his eyebrows slightly raised as he smiled: "Could it be that Miss Liao and I knew each other before?"
"Mr. Lu, why don’t you take a good look back and maybe you’ll rember who I am?"
Liao Tingting walked to the sofa in her high heels, bent down to pick up her bag, and slung it over her shoulder: "I’ll be going then. If you rember, call ."
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At Paris Fashion Week, Gu Beichen held Chu Ci’s hand as they walked the red carpet together, laughing and chatting as they finished signing their nas and were stopped by the host.
"Beichen and Chu Ci really make a perfect couple. I noticed you two have been talking. You must be quite close in private, right?"
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