Chapter 811
If Something Happens to You, She’ll Be Sad
No one else discovered what they had done, and they immediately felt relieved.
Tang Yuchen held a stack of cash in his hand, amounting to tens of thousands. The eyes of the other men showed a greedy glint—not because they wanted the money but because another fat sheep had walked into their trap.
“You too, get in the car!” the leader of the three men commanded sharply.
Tang Yuchen smirked coldly, “A bunch of fools courting death!”
He gave them a chance, but they didn’t take it. They insisted on bringing about their own ruin, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Calmly putting the money away, he asked An Ji in a composed manner, “Can you handle this on your own? Need any help?”
An Ji stood straight with his back to him and smiled, “No need, I’m not drunk to the point of being useless.”
The three men were shocked by their conversation when An Ji suddenly struck out, grabbing the wrist of the man holding a knife and twisting it forcefully. The sound of bones cracking echoed, and the man screamed in agony.
The other two were momentarily stunned, and before they could retaliate, An Ji felled them with a punch each, swiftly taking them down.
A few security guards from Ming Dian rushed over upon hearing the noise. Tang Yuchen instructed them, “Take them to the police station, charged with robbery and attempted murder.”
The security guards, who all knew him, nodded quickly and went forward to escort the three struggling men away. They left soon after.
An Ji, slightly out of breath from his exertion, leaned against the car door, lowering his gaze and remaining silent in front of Tang Yuchen.
Tang Yuchen lit a cigarette and offered it to him, “Want one?”
An Ruo waved it off lightly, “My sister doesn’t like me smoking.”
Tang Yuchen’s expression momentarily froze, and he clenched the cigarette pack, tossing it aside carelessly. From now on, he wouldn’t smoke anymore either.
“Let’s go, I’ll drive you back. You’re in no state to drive.” he said to him.
An Ji suddenly raised his head to look at him, “Did you deliberately come to help me?”
Otherwise, why did he show up the moment someone tried to rob him?
Tang Yuchen’s eyes were cold, almost devoid of light, as if the brightest sunlight couldn’t penetrate his gaze.
“If something happened to you, she would be sad.” His explanation was only eight words.
This time, it was An Ji’s turn to be stunned, his eyes turning pitch black, leaving no clue to his inner feelings.
“I guess you don’t want me to take you home; I’ll find someone to drive you.”
An Ji didn’t refuse, got into the car, and said indifferently, “Whatever.”
Tang Yuchen glanced at him, then had his driver get out to drive him.
Before leaving, he added, “Your sister doesn’t like you getting drunk either.”
An Ji’s body went rigid, and he clenched his fists, wanting so badly to step out and give Tang Yuchen a good beating. What right did he have to preach to him using her!
Had he forgotten that the person who hurt her the most was him!
But he restrained his impulse, not going out to confront him.
Because he knew, his sister least wanted to see them hurt each other.
Tang Yuchen got into his car and drove away slowly. It had been a long time since he had last sped.
He feared that driving too fast, he would miss her in a crowd. He was even more afraid of getting into an accident and having no chance to see her again.
He always believed she was still alive, yet his heart was constantly in pain, filled with despair.
Watching the pedestrians on both sides of the street, Tang Yuchen’s eyes couldn’t help but grow moist.
An Ruo, where are you?
Whether you’re alive or not, please give me a sign to find you, okay?
Or is it that you never want to see me again, so much so that you won’t even appear in my dreams?