# Chapter 41
Today's weather was fine, with no wind and a warm sun. Though it wasn't yet March, this southern city had already stepped into spring. Yet standing in the sunlight, I couldn't feel a trace of warmth.
I don't know how much time passed. Just as I was about to leave, a sharp pain shot through my right hand. I hastily turned around and found myself staring into a pair of beautiful, deep eyes. I froze right where I stood.
"What, forgot me after just a few days apart?" The voice was pleasant to the ear, carrying a hint of evil charm—like a seductive poppy. One knows it's forbidden medicine, yet one can't help being drawn to its temptation. Of course, that was for other people. As for me, I'd run as far as possible. But my hand was gripped tightly in his, and there was no way for a heroic last-minute escape. All I could do was try to feign calmness.
I forced a dry laugh. "Heh, what a coincidence."
He shook his head, clicking his tongue. "Coincidence? Hardly. I've been looking for you for a whole month. Ever since I heard you ran away from my dear Brother Fei, I've been tracking you down. Ayi, you've been very naughty, ignoring my calls is one thing, but how could you abandon Brother Fei too? If you really don't want him, you should come find me instead."
My face went pale. I stood there stunned, at a loss for words. Thinking of Ma Ting's words—"if you just think about it for a bit, it's not hard to guess"—made my mouth go bitter and my heart ache. Whether others were like Ma Ting said, I didn't know. But this Yang Yun... he probably knew everything long ago.
So were all his actions just pranks, or did he have some ulterior motive? I had never figured out what relationship he really had with Shang Guan. It seemed like there was hostility between them, yet it wasn't particularly obvious.
Before I could continue my wild speculation, he'd already grabbed my hand and was pulling me along. "Come on."
"Where? I'm not going!" I immediately struggled. Being bumped into by him was just bad luck—if I stupidly followed him somewhere, that would be courting death.
"Ayi," he turned back, smiling faintly. "I'm not asking—I'm telling you. Do you really think that now that I've found you, I'd let you go?"
I glared at him. "It's broad daylight right now, and there are so many people around. You can't force me." Thinking of his possible蛮力, I added, "If you try anything, I'll scream."
Forget about saving face now.
He snorted without a shred of politeness, not bothering to hide his contempt for me at all. "Then go ahead and scream. Scream all you want. I couldn't care less. Worst case, I just inform Brother Fei. I'm sure he'd be thrilled to hear this news. Lately, he's been going crazy looking for you. Go ahead, scream—once you do, I'll make a call."
I stared at him, practically fuming. But if he really wanted me to scream... I didn't dare.
Yang Yun grinned. "Since you're not going to scream, then come with me."
I didn't move, grinding my teeth silently.
"Come on. Do you really want me to inform Brother Fei?"
Bastard, scumbag, shameless混蛋—does he know how to do anything besides threaten? Waving his little authority around. All he can do is use Shang Guan against me, right? I heaped every curse I could think of upon him in my mind, but my legs moved anyway. This petty bastard could only threaten me, that's true—but he also only needed to threaten me...
After walking a few steps, we turned a corner and there was his flashy法拉利 sports car, currently stuck in a pothole with no cover. I didn't hold back my laughter. Serves him right! Driving a sports car like that in China—it's a miracle his undercarriage wasn't wrecked.
He glanced at me, speaking unhurriedly. "I really should thank whoever stole the manhole cover. If not for that thief, my car wouldn't be stuck here. And if it weren't stuck here, how could I have found you?"
I immediately started mentally cursing that thief's eighteen generations of ancestors.
But curse or curse silently, in the end Yang Yun dragged me into a taxi, and then to an apartment building.
The apartment was spacious. All the rooms except the bathroom had been knocked together into one open space. Besides the essential appliances, there was nothing else. The whole place looked more like a model home—though presumably not many people would actually want to buy such a place.
"Go ahead, sit wherever you like. Make yourself at home."
I looked around. Besides the bed, there was nowhere else to sit. And of course, I wasn't about to sit on the bed.
"What do you want?" I watched him warily.