Chapter 899: Chapter 879: Is It Fun to Keep Pestering?
Huo Zhenyang’s voice suddenly became alert: "Why is he calling in the middle of the night?"
Although this little woman had sworn to him that there was nothing between her and Nie Yixiao, he still maintained a certain level of hostility toward any male creature around her.
"Brother Yixiao temporarily handed over the management of the bodyguard agency to his subordinates and a few other shareholders. He’s going abroad for a long vacation next week and just called to let me know."
His handsome face relaxed slightly. So, he’s leaving—then it doesn’t matter.
Jiayi muttered hesitantly, "His injury just healed, and the bodyguard agency has only recently gotten back on track and started showing improvement. Why is he suddenly going abroad on a long vacation, without saying when he’ll be back..."
He raised an eyebrow: "It’s not a bad thing to travel occasionally and relax one’s mood. Let him play around outside for a while—don’t be in such a rush to come back."
She shot him a glare, knowing it was pointless to explain further. He couldn’t wait for Nie Yixiao to leave Yunling.
At that moment, the corner of the second-floor staircase echoed with a noise.
Both turned to look over, only to see Qiao Yongyong standing upstairs, her face frozen in shock. A few seconds later, she finally spoke: "Brother Yixiao is leaving Yunling?"
On the day Nie Yixiao was discharged from the hospital, Qiao Yongyong had returned to Disheng. She locked herself in her room, without mentioning going back to Mexico.
Although Jiayi didn’t know what had happened, she understood that Qiao Yongyong must have suffered some grievance during the days she was taking care of Brother Yixiao.
"Miss Qiao." Jiayi stood up but saw Qiao Yongyong snap out of it, pretending nothing had happened: "It’s nothing. You two carry on chatting." Saying this, she turned and entered her room.
Jiayi, feeling uneasy, wanted to go upstairs to check. Her wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone, and she found him staring at her darkly: "What are you up to?"
"Going to check on Miss Qiao."
"She’s a grown woman—does she need you to fuss over her?" Huo Zhenyang complained, his head slightly aching.
With a little girl already in the house, many things were inconvenient to begin with. Now, with Qiao Yongyong refusing to leave Yunling, it made things even worse for him, as he couldn’t casually deal with her. Whatever he wanted to do had to be done in secrecy.
Just as Jiayi was about to speak again, her body was abruptly lifted into the air, as he impatiently carried her.
He grabbed her hand and looped it around his neck, striding up the stairs with large steps, warning her in a low voice: "Have you forgotten the target mission again?"
Her face flushed, instinctively knowing what he meant.
Quickly conceive a child—so that Huo Tianpei would have no grounds to object.
But is this really the right thing to do—
Before she had time to say anything, he had already reached the second floor, kicked the door shut, and drowned out her protest in the rising heat of their intimate chamber.
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The other side of the city, a rainy night.
Nie Yixiao had just finished packing the luggage he would bring abroad.
Suddenly, a streak of lightning cut across the sky, illuminating the view outside the floor-to-ceiling window as bright as day.
He stood up, walked to the window, and prepared to draw the curtains.
In the silver light of the lightning, he glimpsed a familiar figure downstairs.
Qiao Yongyong was standing under a French sycamore tree, holding an umbrella.
The rain was too heavy; the thin umbrella was barely holding up, its frame bent by the wind. She swayed and stumbled, her hair flying wildly in the gale—it was obvious she had already been thoroughly drenched.
He wasn’t surprised that this girl had managed to find his residence in Yunling.
Instinctively, he glanced at the phone still lying on his bed. He had just finished a call with Jiayi, and since his phone was running low on battery and it was late at night, he had shut it off to charge.
Perhaps that’s why she couldn’t reach him.
But for some unknown reason, she hadn’t come upstairs.
He stood by the window, watching her in the rain.
It was nothing more than a spoiled rich girl clinging to an unfulfilled desire.
After being rejected a few times, she would know the pain.
Perhaps this was one of her usual tactics when pestering men.
His gaze turned cold, and the hand resting on the curtain fell, pulling it shut with a swish.
The room lights upstairs went out in an instant, casting the rainy night into deeper darkness.
Qiao Yongyong gripped the umbrella tightly. Even though it was clear the lights in his room wouldn’t turn back on, her eyes remained fixed on his window.
The rain battered her body—she neither felt cold nor pain.
In his bedroom, Nie Yixiao tossed and turned, completely sleepless.
Damn it.
Finally, he sat up, irritably throwing off the covers, and walked to the window, cracking the curtain open.
His gaze sharpened.
The slim figure was still stubbornly standing there, as if she had rooted herself beneath the tree.
This girl must be crazy.
His expression darkened, and finally, unable to restrain himself, he grabbed an umbrella from the entryway and went downstairs.
Only when he stepped outside did he realize how fierce the storm was.
At 6’2", he had to exert effort to walk steadily against the wind. He couldn’t imagine how that girl hadn’t been blown away completely.
He quickly crossed the street and reached the French sycamore, his cold gaze fixed on Qiao Yongyong, whose hair was still dripping wet.
Sure enough, she was soaked to the skin, rainwater clinging to her clothes and outlining her curves distinctly—a strangely sensual allure.
Although he lived in a high-end apartment with decent security, it was still the middle of the night. A young girl like her standing on the street in this state definitely posed a risk.
Seeing him come downstairs, Qiao Yongyong’s eyes sparkled with delight. Her hands trembled as she gripped the umbrella handle, perhaps out of joy or due to being buffeted by the wind for too long: "Brother Yixiao."
"What the hell are you trying to do?" Nie Yixiao cut off her unnecessary words.
She saw the same cold indifference in his eyes as she had the other day, and the heart that had been lifted with excitement suddenly fell back to the ground.
It wasn’t concern for her standing in the rain—it certainly wasn’t an invitation to come into his apartment and seek shelter from the storm. It was simply irritation with her persistence.
Exactly—showing up outside a man’s apartment in the middle of the night was undoubtedly annoying...
But why couldn’t she control herself?
All she knew was that he was leaving Yunling, and once gone, she wouldn’t know when he would return. She absolutely had to see him.
"You’re leaving the country, right?" She gazed at him with hopeful eyes.
He was unsurprised that she already knew, and mocked her: "You ran to my building in the middle of the night just to ask me this?"
Having gotten her answer for coming tonight, Qiao Yongyong felt dejected, yet tried cautiously to probe further: "Where are you going? Miss Chu said you’re traveling—is it okay if I go with you? I’ll book the ticket right away. You’re flying next week, right?"
His eyes grew sharp, and he suddenly grabbed her hand.
Caught off guard, she nearly bumped into his chest. Looking up, she met his intense eyes filled with cold hatred beneath their usual seductive softness.
Those ordinarily charming peach blossom eyes made her involuntarily shudder in the harsh, rainy night.
His voice was even colder than his gaze: "Qiao Yongyong, you’re really annoying like this. I’ve never met a woman like you—what’s the point of clinging onto someone like a parasite?"
She forced a smile, squeezing it out with effort: "You said before that if feelings are abandoned so easily, they don’t count as real feelings. I remember. But it’s okay—I’ve asked my questions already. I won’t pester you anymore. If you don’t want me to go with you, I won’t. After all, your company is still here—you’ll come back to Yunling eventually, won’t you? I’ll wait for you to return. You should go back upstairs. I won’t disturb your rest anymore..."
