Su Yu’s voice remained clear, yet seed to carry a deadly allure,
"Co to my courtyard, how about that?"
He Yanxin’s eyes widened in disbelief, almost unable to believe her ears.
Him, what did he say?
Let her go to his courtyard? He...
At this mont, He Yanxin really felt that her brain was failing her, her reason had turned into chaos, she completely couldn’t grasp what Su Yu intended to do. She was both doubtful and excited, at a loss for how to react.
"You don’t want to?" Su Yu looked at He Yanxin as if she were dumbfounded, and asked again.
"I want to, of course, I want to!" He Yanxin nodded, anxiously replying, fearing Su Yu might change his mind.
"Then let’s go!" Su Yu suddenly reached out, placing his hand on He Yanxin’s shoulder, prompting her to instinctively turn her head.
Even through the gloves, she could feel the temperature of Su Yu’s hand, almost as if it could burn her, leaving her completely unsure how to think at that mont.
But why was he wearing gloves?
Su Yu’s gaze didn’t fall on her but shifted to Zhang He in the hall, giving him a look that made Zhang He instinctively feel afraid.
Indeed, Zhang He also found sothing strange, feeling this sudden man’s appearance unnerving, and that glance made him feel a natural suppression, like... he couldn’t describe the feeling, but he instinctively felt fear, and before Su Yu could speak, wanted to slip away quietly.
But alas, how could Su Yu give him a chance to escape?
"Take him away." Su Yu coldly uttered.
"What?" He Yanxin asked strangely, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she was lifted by Su Yu, before she could comprehend what was happening, the scenery before her eyes blurred as if it were a painting splashed with water.
When she felt her body being put down, it took quite a while for her to adjust to the light, she rubbed her eyes, unable to see clearly, instinctively shouted: "Su Yu?"
"Not sure why you call husband, uh, husband, what do you call husband for?" Han Jing’s leisurely voice suddenly reached He Yanxin’s ears, like a thunderbolt that exploded in her head!
He Yanxin’s eyes widened, looking at Han Jing sitting on the soft couch, lips curled in a smile, gazing at her from above.
"You, why are you here?" Even if He Yanxin was still in a daze, she realized sothing was amiss, she had sent people to kidnap Han Jing, yet here was Han Jing sitting calmly while she... she was brought here by Su Yu?
She hurriedly looked beside Han Jing.
Su Yu sat with a slightly displeased expression on the chair next to Han Jing, removed his gloves in front of He Yanxin, threw them to the ground, face full of disdain.
Those were... the gloves he had just worn while grasping her shoulder.
He Yanxin’s blood seed to freeze instantly, unable to comprehend what was happening before her eyes, she slightly curled her fingers, nails digging hard into her palm, trying to prove she might just be dreaming, but the sharp pain told her everything was indeed real.
But why, why was it like this? Did she fail? Did her plan to kidnap Han Jing fail? She didn’t know what crossed her mind, she looked back...
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