Just as Leng Shan walked into the first-floor lobby, he looked up and saw a figure falling from the fifth floor. He was shocked, "Xingshuang...".
As he was about to rush forward, a figure bolted like lightning, catching the falling Leng Xingshuang firmly in its arms.
Leng Shan was montarily stunned, but quickly gathered himself and approached, "Xingshuang...".
Leng Xingshuang had thought she was certainly dood. She had heard that those who fall to their death have terrifying, disfigured faces, their brains splattered everywhere, their faces utterly ruined. Her death would be so tragic that she’d be an ugly ghost even in the afterlife.
As her body fell, the sensation of weightlessness overwheld her, her mind went blank as all her past obsessions beca epheral clouds with the fall.
The only person she regretted wronging was her grandfather.
She shouldn’t have acted recklessly, shouldn’t have ignored her grandfather’s advice. If she died, her grandfather would surely be heartbroken; for a white-haired person to bury a black-haired one is cruel to him.
The falling process lasted only a few seconds, but for her, it felt eternally long. She was tornted by the fear that gradually spread; no pain in life could match this.
However, the anticipated pain never arrived, and the imagined burst of her brain didn’t occur either. She landed in a pair of arms, soft like a mother’s embrace in her dreams.
Tears still flowed uncontrollably as she looked up in fright, her gaze eting a handso young face. A dazzling mane of blonde hair shone like the sun, almost too brilliant to look at directly.
She stared blankly into those eyes, as deep and enchanting as the ocean, so captivating that with just one glance, she willingly sank into them, praying never to awaken.
The mont she lost consciousness, she heard a sigh gently echo in her ear, "What a good girl... so close...".
That tender whisper, like a Buddhist chant, effortlessly soothed all her fears.
No nightmares, only endless birdsong and floral scents.
"Xingshuang." Leng Shan, losing his usual composure and calmness, rushed up shouting with excitent.
Seeing Leng Xingshuang faint, he felt a darkness take over his vision. If not for his assistant catching him in ti, he would have collapsed.
Leng Jiao hurriedly descended from the stairs, "Miss Xingshuang."
He imdiately went forward, took Leng Xingshuang’s wrist, checked her pulse, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Luckily, Miss is not seriously hard, just a bit shocked. A little rest and she’ll be fine."
Leng Shan let out a breath, looking at the young man who was still lazily composed, no longer daring to underestimate him, "Master Amos, you are a life-saving benefactor to my Leng family. This kindness will never be forgotten."
Amos signaled Leng Jiao to take Leng Xingshuang from his arms. Once she was in Leng Jiao’s hold, Amos stretched his arms a bit, "It was just a small effort. A gentleman, after all, can’t just watch a young lady perish in front of him; that would be a sin."
Though Amos’s Mandarin wasn’t perfect, he used idioms quite fluently.
Leng Shan instructed Leng Jiao, "Take Xingshuang to the hospital for a thorough examination to ensure her safety."
"Rest assured, Sir." Leng Jiao, carrying Leng Xingshuang, left in a hurry.
Leng Shan then realized that his back was drenched with cold sweat. He looked at Amos’s arms, "The impact from the fifth floor wasn’t light. Just in case, you should get checked at the hospital too."
Amos clenched his hands, smiling nonchalantly, "I’ve trained since I was young; this little harm is nothing. But what’s odd is how Miss Xingshuang fell from the fifth floor."
Leng Shan’s gaze turned cold for a mont, lifting his eyes to look towards the fifth floor, a burst of hostility erupting in his eyes.
Amos winked at Lan Xiping beside him, his eyes seed to say there’s a good show to watch.
Lan Xiping snorted, "Not even caring about her life."
"I know you’re jealous of playing the hero and saving the beauty, just not giving you the chance."
Lan Xiping: ...
"Mr. Amos, Chairman Lan, I apologize for today’s incident. I have so matters to attend to; please follow my assistant to the lounge to wait."
Amos smiled, "Old Sir, please be at ease, no need to mind . The scenery at Cold Moon Building is pleasant. Lan’er and I will take a stroll."
Leng Shan cupped his hands and stord off to the fifth floor with determination.
Amos followed behind Leng Shan; to outsiders, he seed like a mischievous youngster who loves excitent. But the guests cast unusual glances at him.
Leng Shan, neglecting nurous prestigious families, personally went to greet a VIP. Everyone speculated whether this VIP was from the Yu family or the Gu family. Although Gu Bichen and Yu Ruohuan were present, as juniors, Leng Shan didn’t need to personally greet them. However, these three families, due to their status, never attended such banquets. Only their attendance could prompt Old Sir Leng to personally co out.
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