Jiang Jingheng drove himself over, so on the way back, he could only drive.
Mu Yan originally wanted to sit in the back seat, but it turned out he was driving a two-seater Rolls Royce sports car today.
There was no choice; she had to sit next to him.
The entire way, they didn’t talk.
He drove very steadily. The car window was open, and the wind brushed against her cheeks, which was very comfortable. Mu Yan’s originally anxious heart had cald down.
Suddenly, the scene from earlier flashed in her mind, where he rushed over without any hesitation and sheltered her in his arms.
In that instant, her heart was shocked, as if so emotion had surged to the extre and burst forth.
Once, soone had also risked their life to save her, almost losing their life.
But she and Jiang Jingheng had no personal connections; that marriage agreent was rely for mutual benefit. Was his rescuing of her too decisive?
Could it be... he had fallen for her, loving her more than life itself?
This thought appeared and was imdiately dismissed by her.
They say couples are like birds in the sa woods; when disaster strikes, they each fly their own way. Not to ntion, they are fake spouses.
Then, why?
Mu Yan instinctively glanced at the man beside her.
The night light was sowhat dim, casting shadows on his face, making his contours appear even more profound.
His features were exquisite, with long eyebrows, peach blossom eyes, a high nose, and thin lips slightly pursed, possessing an aristocratic air as if he was born to nobility.
In front of him, she felt insignificant.
Mu Yan found it amusing; if not for her simple background, how else could she have caught the eye of the famous Young Master Jiang of Upper City, becoming his hidden wife and a shield!
How could he possibly like her?
"You’ve been staring at for so long, do you think I’m very good-looking?" a light laugh ca from beside her.
Mu Yan abruptly withdrew her gaze, feeling a sense of embarrassnt from being caught.
At the sa ti, she couldn’t help but mock internally, how could he be so narcissistic; do his parents know?
Jiang Jingheng’s slender fingers casually rested on the steering wheel, and he turned to look at Mu Yan, his handso face full of teasing, "Just looking at the side, how can you see clearly? Now I’ll let you see the whole face."
Mu Yan couldn’t miss the teasing in his tone, embarrassed and angry, she glared at him, "Just focus on driving!"
Jiang Jingheng raised an eyebrow, "As you wish, Mrs. Jiang."
Mu Yan couldn’t be bothered to respond, continuing to look ahead.
After a mont of silence, she asked, "Why did you appear at C Channel today?"
"To pick up my wife from work." Jiang Jingheng’s lips curled slightly.
Mu Yan felt her temple throb, a bit impatiently saying, "Be serious."
"Of course, I’m telling the truth." Jiang Jingheng looked at her with so surprise, "What else do you think I went there for?"
Mu Yan, "..."
How would she know, maybe to pick up so little girl.
Anyway, if it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t be sitting here safely.
She sincerely said, "Thank you."
"Hmm?" Jiang Jingheng looked at her with so confusion.
Mu Yan t his gaze and repeated, "Thank you for saving tonight."
Jiang Jingheng looked indifferent, "There’s no need to thank ."
The thank you he wanted wasn’t just verbal.
"Hmm?" Mu Yan looked at him in surprise.
Jiang Jingheng gave her a deep look, didn’t explain, and continued driving while looking ahead.
Mu Yan thought for a mont and said, "In any case, thank you."
At that mont, the car suddenly braked sharply.
Mu Yan was startled, leaning back, about to speak.
Suddenly, he leaned over, propping a hand on the back of her seat, confining her in his domain.
He stared at her, his exquisite eyebrows slightly furrowed, his tone dangerous, "You don’t think I would save just anyone, do you?"
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