Chapter 45
If there were a ranking for "Best at Making Threats," I have no doubt this guy in front of me would be at the very top. But how did he know about Ma Ting? He'd been with me for the past three days.
I stared at him with confusion. He smiled back at me, his features handsome and elegant, his beautiful eyes filled with absolute sincerity and innocence. A chill ran down my spine, and I quickly turned away. I couldn't help thinking that if you hung this guy's photo on the front door, it would be more effective than any door god.
And so, I ate another three days of "spicy pizza." Compared to the first three days, these three felt like an eternity. Every time my eyes met Yang Yun's, I'd be like a startled rabbit, reaching for the phone countless times only to pull my hand back countless times. What made it even more infuriating was that he rehearsed the door unlocking process right in front of me ten times, muttering each number out loud—so every day I had to resist not just the temptation of the phone, but also the temptation of the front door.
I thought about calling Shang Guan and then running out. I thought about calling Ma Ting to warn her to hide. I thought about asking Shang Guan to protect Ma Ting from Yang Yun. I thought about...
My thoughts made my head throb with pain. Nightmares plagued me every night, startling me awake countless times. How I missed those late nights rushing through proposals now! Compared to this, back then truly was paradise.
But no matter what I thought about, the moment I pictured Yang Yun's icy fingers, all my thoughts retreated on their own. For this guy, I had developed an absolute terror.
When his fingers pressed the speakerphone button again, I actually felt relieved—finally it's over, whatever it is will be clear now. After this, Shang Guan can deal with him. Of course, I'll have to face Shang Guan too, but compared to Yang Yun, Shang Guan is merciful as a Buddha.
His elegant, slender index finger pressed the speakerphone button, but then he pulled it back: "A Yi, do you think Fei-ge is easier to talk to than me?"
I froze, my back immediately going cold. I watched him warily. What was he planning now?
"Fei-ge and I are the same age. Why do you think I call him 'ge'?" he said, smiling faintly. "It's because Fei-ge is the most impressive of our generation." His tone carried absolute admiration and praise.
I started sweating.
"You said you couldn't escape from me. So how did you manage to escape from Fei-ge?" He glanced at me sideways, his eyes full of mockery.
My heart lurched. That deliberately buried afternoon suddenly surfaced in my mind. Gasping, sweat, low hoarse growls, dark and deep eyes... When it all ended, I was somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness, but I still remembered—Shang Guan washed me, dried my body, covered me with the blanket, and then... and then he left.
Yes, he left on his own. No phone call, no one calling him, he left by himself. Why did he leave? To avoid me? Did he regret it? Did he want to give me some quiet space?
No, that wasn't it.
If he wanted to avoid me out of regret, he would have returned my ID and bankbook, maybe even added some compensation.
If he wanted to give me quiet space, he just needed to leave the room.
Shang Guan had a firm will, a resilient nature. I'd never seen him avoid or retreat from anything. If his leaving that day wasn't because something came up, then it was...
"Figured it out?" Yang Yun smiled as he watched me.
I gasped for air, beads of sweat dripping down. My emotions churned like magma. I'd never considered how well Shang Guan understood me. In my mind, he had always been dictatorial, domineering, unyielding.
When he said east, I couldn't go west. When he said south, I couldn't go east. I'd always thought I was the patient, easygoing one, but I'd never wondered why I could be so accommodating.
My temper wasn't endlessly good. I could get angry too, I could be upset too. For example, with Yang Yun, even though I was afraid of him, once it reached a certain point, I would resist. I could refuse to pick up his calls, could ignore his threats.