CHAPTER 147: CHAPTER 147: IS THERE ANOTHER WAY? (1)

Beichen Rui kicked him aside expressionlessly and said to the guards at the door, "Take him away."

"Yes." With the order given, the guards immediately entered the room. Ignoring Li Chengze’s resistance, they each grabbed an arm and dragged him out directly.

"Young Master Chen, you can’t do this to me... I have ties with your grandfather, you won’t be able to explain this to him!" The heart-wrenching screams echoed down the hallway, but Beichen Rui didn’t pay any attention. Gradually, they became softer and more distant.

...

He stood in place for a long while before walking to the bedside. He looked down at the now still bed and gently lifted a corner of the blanket.

Ye Xinluo’s eyes were tightly shut, her eyebrows furrowed together, showing that she was uncomfortable.

Her wrists were already red from the intense struggle.

"Ye Xinluo?" Beichen Rui called softly, but for a long while, there was no response, as if his words had disappeared into the void, without a ripple...

She had sunk into her own thoughts, her entire being in a daze, unable to hear someone calling her name.

A faint trace of heartache flashed in Beichen Rui’s eyes, too quick to catch, even he was somewhat shocked by it.

"Uncomfortable..." she murmured lowly, each syllable like a heavy blow, striking steadily and accurately at his heart, leaving a faint feeling of suffocation.

At this moment, in a hazy state, Ye Xinluo suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling it towards her, resting her head on it as a pillow.

It seemed that only like this could she sleep more comfortably.

Beichen Rui’s heart softened at her cute appearance, and he couldn’t help but squat beside her, watching her side profile in a daze.

However, this peaceful moment lasted only a few seconds. Perhaps because the restless element in her became unsettled, Ye Xinluo suddenly pushed his hand away, turned over, and held her knees tightly, resting her head on them.

He had once heard a psychologist say in a news report that ninety percent of people who sleep in this posture do so because of a lack of security.

Standing up again, he took off his suit jacket and gently covered her with it, then wrapped an arm under her neck and held her in his embrace.

He always had a room here, and occasionally when he didn’t want to go home, he would come here to stay. Leaving the room, he walked quickly towards the elevator, the guards following closely behind, not daring to breathe heavily for fear of getting caught in the crossfire.

Returning to the room, Beichen Rui carried Ye Xinluo to the bed, gently laying her down and pulling the quilt over her.

He went to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, dampened it with water, and then returned to the bedside.

Carefully, he helped her wipe her face. With the main light in the room on, Beichen Rui then noticed that the redness on her cheeks was somewhat unusual.

He stood up, walked to the window, reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and dialed Mo Han’s number.

"Hello." The noise on the other end was quite loud. Who knows where he had gone off to again.

"Do you know of any way to counteract that kind of thing?"

"What thing?" Mo Han sounded confused, momentarily not understanding, "Boss, could you speak a bit clearer? I don’t quite get it..."

Beichen Rui recounted the events of the night to him. Instantly understanding, Mo Han responded indignantly and confidently, "That’s easy, just find someone."

"..."

"Hahaha, this joke isn’t very funny at all."

Awkwardly trying to lighten the atmosphere, in reality, the presence on the other end of the call was so intimidating that he didn’t dare say more.