Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

Is there something wrong with what he said?

Qi Yan didn't explain. She was too lazy to say a word to others. She rolled up the passenger window indifferently.

The SUV started, and Zhong Shan was forced to let go of his hands, watching the car turn around with the driver's side facing him.

The driver's window slowly rolled down.

Her delicate facial features were revealed, showing indifference and calmness, and an indescribable feeling of pity made Zhong Shan lose consciousness for a moment.

In an instant, his collar was mercilessly grabbed by a hand that stretched out from the car window, and a pair of cold eyes stared straight into his stunned eyes.

"Go to the back seat, don't make me tie you to the back of the car and run away."

The cold tone was like knocking on ice, or more like knocking on the cracks between his bones.

She maintained her posture and said again: "Did you hear that?"

Zhong Shan swallowed.

The chassis of the off-road vehicle was high, and his upper body leaned forward. The back of his neck was in pain, but he didn't dare to cry out. He just nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Listen, I heard you."

"Very good." Qi Yan's tone softened, and he let go of his collar. "Get in the car."

"..."

Zhong Shan had no objection and opened the back door and got in.

The atmosphere in the car was very tense. Qi Yan turned the steering wheel and drove out of the complicated alley with ease.

Zhong Shan held his backpack and looked at her secretly in the rearview mirror.

I have to say, this woman is really beautiful.

She still had that kind of aggressive beauty, but once her unique aura was released, that beauty was obscured and no longer obvious, because not many people would pay attention to her face anymore.

Beauty might be the most worthless thing about her, Zhong Shan thought.

"Where are we going?" Zhong Shan asked, hugging his backpack tightly.

This time Qi Yan looked up at him in the rearview mirror and said, "Go somewhere safe for you."

"Where is that?"

“……”Qi Yan said nothing.

Zhong Shan had to change the question: "Can you tell me where my dad is?"

This time, Qi Yan directly withdrew his gaze, looked straight ahead and drove seriously.

"Hey!" Zhong Shan patted the front seat, "I'm asking you a question!"

Qi Yan didn't even look at him and quickly turned the steering wheel.

Zhong Shan, who was sitting in the back seat, was not wearing a seat belt and his center of gravity was unstable, so he almost fell headfirst.

He propped himself up and shouted towards the driver's seat.

"Are you seeking revenge?!"

Glancing at her from the rearview mirror, she said, "Do I need to teach you such common sense as fastening your seat belt?"

Zhong Shan was choked back the rest of his words. He pulled the seat belt and muttered, "The service attitude is really bad. I don't know where he found it."

After fastening his seat belt, he still didn't give up and continued to ask: "Just tell me, is he safe now? You can always tell me, right?"

"I'm not saying it's for your own good." Qi Yan said.

"What do you mean by for my own good?" Zhong Shan fastened the zipper of his backpack. "I just want to know whether my dad is safe or not."

"Safe?" Qi Yan chewed on the word carefully and smiled faintly, "He is safe for now."

"What do you mean temporarily?" Zhong Shan stared at her.

But Qi Yan only said in an ambiguous tone: "It can be seen that your father protects you very well."

"..." Zhong Shan didn't understand what she meant, but he could vaguely sense the complexity, "Is keeping secrets also your job?"

Since he was so tight-lipped, this was the only guess he had.

"No." Qi Yan denied, "I just think it's troublesome to talk about it."

Zhong Shan: “…”

He was speechless. This woman was very difficult to deal with. It seemed that he had to use other means...

"I'll give you more money if you tell me everything you know."

Qi Yan was now interested and looked at him: "Do you still have money?"

"What do you mean by that?" Zhong Shan felt something was wrong, but he wanted to know Zhong Chenjun's safety more. "I have money."

"How much?" Qi Yan asked.

"How much do you want?"

"Um--"

Qi Yan thought about it, and continued driving at the same speed, but his tone slowed down a lot: "Tell me the information of Zhong Chenjun's overseas accounts and hidden accounts in China, and I will tell you, how about it?"

Hearing this, Zhong Shan's pupils in the back seat dilated slightly.

Go back in time, three hours ago.

Qi Yan received a phone call shortly after he was released from the detention center.

"I heard that you are going to protect Zhong Chenjun's son who recently returned to China?"

"Yes, I'm on my way there. You're well-informed," Qi Yan said while talking on the phone with the headset plugged in, flipping through the messages coming from below. "You're calling about this. You can't be asking me to buy you some local specialties, right?"

"It seems that you are in a good mood and have the leisure to joke around," Mu Yuan scolded her and then turned serious, "I guess Zhong Shan has the other half of Zhong Chenjun's assets. If you have a chance, you can get the information out."

"Uncle Mu..."

"After you got it out, the compensation was almost paid. Didn't you spend a lot of money on Zhong Chenjun? Didn't you always want him to pay?"

He added: "I know this is not within your job scope, but since you are going there anyway, just consider it as a side job."

"Okay," Qi Yan compromised, "I'll try my best."

"Just your words are enough," Mu Yuan said before hanging up the phone. "Everything is based on your safety. Remember that."

"Ah."

End of conversation, back to the present.

Zhong Shan was stunned for a moment before he asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

This way of asking questions is not like that of an ordinary bodyguard.

Just because he lives in a relatively clean world doesn't mean he is a fool.

"I am nobody," Qi Yan said, "If you want to exchange, then exchange. I won't make it difficult for you."

After struggling for a few minutes, Zhong Shan asked, "If I tell you, can you take me to see my dad?"

"It's better if you don't go to see him." Qi Yan advised out of humanitarianism.

Zhong Shan's focus was that she didn't refuse, and he excitedly leaned forward and grabbed the back of the driver's seat.

"As long as you take me to see him and make sure he's safe, I'll give you the account information."

Compared to my father, that money is nothing.

"I'm afraid some people will go crazy," Qi Yan stopped at the traffic light, "I suggest not going."

Whoever of these two people goes crazy will be trouble for her.

"What if I have to go?" Zhong Shan lowered his head and his expression could not be seen clearly.

'Crack--'

Before Qi Yan could respond, the sound of gun loading rang in his ears.

The cold, hard metal pressed against the back of her head, followed by a threat in a relatively steady voice.

"I want to go see him, you take me there."

The docile-looking young man stretched out his claws and grabbed at me.

Qi Yan gently bit the soft flesh between his cheeks, looked at the red light that was still counting down, and tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips from time to time.

The expression is distracted and impatient, but there is no fear or panic.

Too calm to be normal.

It was probably the first time he saw someone so calm when being pointed at with a gun. Zhong Shan's palms were sweating as he held the gun, and he repeatedly stretched his stiff fingers to prevent the gun from slipping.

"Did you hear me?" He pointed the gun forward, "I want you to take me there! Don't pretend you didn't hear me!"

"What are you going to do?" Qi Yan frowned and turned to look at Zhong Shan who was pointing a gun at her. "To turn yourself in?"