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

"Qi Yan."

Shen Rao hugged her neck at some point, his dark eyes fixed on the phone screen, and no emotion could be heard in his deep voice.

"Who is Zhong Shan?"

"You went abroad to protect him?"

Qi Yan felt a little cold behind her ears. Just as she was about to explain, she accidentally turned off her phone, as if she was trying to cover up her guilty conscience.

The air suddenly became quiet.

"..."

Shen Rao held her a little tighter, his chest heaving, his brain working rapidly, and before Qi Yan could speak, he wanted to think about some things first.

"Zuo Yu said that Zhong Chenjun's testimony was one of the main reasons why I got out so quickly. What's the relationship between Zhong Shan and him? Is he his rumored son? Did Zhong Chenjun use this to threaten you to do something for him?"

I have to say he guessed right.

Qi Yan, who was leaning against him, secretly cursed Zuo Yu for being too talkative.

Feeling the arms tightening around her and the wetness at the base of her neck, she sighed silently and muttered softly.

"I should have avoided you earlier."

"What did you say?" Shen Rao looked up suddenly, tears still hanging at the corners of his red eyes.

"Nothing." Qi Yan looked at him amusedly, "Crying again?"

"Who is crying? ... I am not crying..."

Shen Rao lowered his eyes, and his other big, bony hand slid down her pajamas and into her smooth waist.

Qi Yan felt a little itchy and held his wrist.

"Don't make trouble."

Shen Rao didn't listen to her. He placed his warm palms on her firm waist, kissed her earlobe, and coaxed her softly.

"Be good, let me see if you are hurt."

"I'm fine..."

The second half of Qi Yan's words died in her throat, her fingers trembling slightly. Shen Rao bit her ear lightly, and during this moment of hesitation, his big hand slid slowly upwards.

Check every part of her skin, afraid of missing any.

His hands are different from Qi Yan's.

Those were a pair of pampered hands without a single flaw, yet with a strong presence. Wherever they touched, the temperature would rise as if it had been burned.

Qi Yan couldn't stand it anymore. She grabbed Shen Rao's big hand that was resting on his leg and said after taking a deep breath.

"I'm really not hurt."

Shen Rao held the person in his arms, his eyes serious and focused, without stopping his movements.

"Qi Yan, you can't blame me. Who told you not to tell me about your injury? What if your leg is broken, or your skin is scratched or bleeding? I don't know what to do."

"..."

Qi Yan knew that he would not give up until he verified it himself, so she had to grab his sleeve and close her eyes.

"Then hurry up..."

Shen Rao looked at her indifferently, endured for two seconds, and couldn't help but kiss the corner of her lips.

After a while, Qi Yan grabbed his collar, panting.

"Is this necessary for the inspection?"

"I'm checking if your tongue is injured," Shen Rao's fingertips rested on her lips, gently pried them apart, and glanced at her with his heavy black eyes.

"Good," he leaned over and licked her, "Nothing hurt."

"..."

Qi Yan's head was hot, his lips were half open, his eyes were wandering, and his clothes were in disarray.

All this was caused by him, and Shen Rao's heart was filled with joy.

He concealed the gloom in his eyes, got out of bed, squatted down and carefully helped her tidy up her clothes, lowering his eyes and speaking as he did so.

"sorry."

Qi Yan, who could barely see clearly, asked curiously, "Why apologize?"

Shen Rao tightened his grip on her skirt, pursed his lips and said, "It's all because of me that you have to worry so much and be threatened..."

Although he didn't know the specific situation, he could vaguely guess it.

Zhong Chenjun is not a pushover. He won't come out to testify just because Qi Yan says a few words.

She must have agreed to Zhong Chenjun's request, probably the one who was Zhong Shan.

Zhong Chenjun has no father, no mother, and no family. The only rumor that he has a son only appeared after he was imprisoned.

This 'Zhong Shan' is most likely his rumored son.

Combined with the chat records I saw, I can piece together a general idea.

Shen Rao looked at the person in front of him who was always staring at him. He stretched out his hand to touch Qi Yan's face, but stopped in mid-air.

Rather than being jealous, he felt more distressed.

I feel sorry for her because she was wronged, and I feel sorry for her working hard for him.

"I'm sorry..." he choked again.

"What are you sorry for?" Qi Yan leaned forward, took the initiative to press against his hand, buried her face in his palm and rubbed it gently, "You have never been sorry for me, Shen Rao."

Shen Rao's nose felt slightly sour. He scratched her fair cheek with his fingertips, knelt on one knee in front of her, looked into her gentle and clear eyes and spoke.

"Ayan, I only wanted you to owe me before, so that you would feel guilty and distressed, and I thought you would not leave. I admit that I am despicable, but——"

He paused and said, "Now I look back and realize that I am the one who owes you a lot. I owe you so much that I will never be able to pay you back in this life, the next life, and even the life after that."

He held Qi Yan's face, knelt on his legs, and his eyes were red.

"What I said before was the truth, Qi Yan, really, you can do anything to me, anything is fine..."

Even if he was tied to the door like a dog, he would have no complaints.

Qi Yan held his forearm and pulled him up a little, then looked at him silently.

"Do you feel like you owe me?"

Shen Rao was stunned for a moment. Qi Yan bent her fingers and wiped across his eyes, her voice soft and slow.

"Do husband and wife need to settle accounts clearly?"

"..."

"Shen Rao, you don't owe me anything," she continued, "Husband and wife are one. Saving you is saving myself. I will not ignore you, nor will I force you to do something you don't like. I should... not be that bad."

At the end of her speech, she suddenly laughed.

The smile is very gentle and beautiful.

There is no need for too many fancy words, your smiling eyes are full of your beauty.

Shen Rao was stunned.

His heart stopped beating because it was already dead.

Shen Rao suddenly wanted to cry.

I want to ask you why you are so good? I want to ask you if you were a little bit bad, maybe I wouldn't love you so much, but that's impossible.

Qi Yan’s goodness and his love are both established facts.

Shen Rao sniffed, leaned his head on her thigh, and thought absentmindedly.

"We're not even married yet, but you're saying we're husband and wife. Are you taking advantage of me?"

Qi Yan curled her lips, touched his soft hair and said, "Yeah, you just realized it?"

"..." Shen Rao put his arm around her waist and said shamelessly, "Then you take more, don't suffer any loss."

Qi Yan couldn't help laughing out loud, and rubbed his earlobe which was gradually turning red with her fingertips.

"Okay, I won't be polite with you."

After a while, Shen Rao couldn't bear it any longer and grabbed her rebellious hand and turned to look at her.

"I ask you, you have to tell the truth."

"You ask."

"That guy named Zhong something-shan, is he the son of Zhong Chenjun?"

"Yes, he asked me to protect his son's safety." Qi Yan answered truthfully.

"Then, is he handsome?"

"Um--"

Qi Yan frowned and began to think, looking very distressed.

Shen Rao was a little unhappy. Why did he have to think about it for so long?

"Is he handsome or not?"

Qi Yan slowly lowered her pupils, looked at him straight and said, "I don't know."