The beauty god is forced to love every day

The secretary behind him had to jog to keep up, and his high heels made a rapid "tapping" sound on the floor.

It seemed even more harsh in the quiet hospital. The secretary also realized this and slowed down his pace.

Yan Liting looked at the tiny Yan Qing, who was standing alone at the door of the emergency room, her white clothes stained with blood and her pink hair drooping.

The whole person feels fragile and helpless.

I just felt a sharp pain in my heart, and my eyes were full of heartache, "Aqing, are you hurt?"

When Yan Qing heard the familiar voice, she turned around and saw her elder brother. Her tense emotions suddenly collapsed and tears fell uncontrollably.

The trembling voice was choked with sobs, "Brother, I'm scared."

Yan Liting reached out and held the person in his arms, gently patting Yan Qing's back, "Don't cry, Yucheng will be fine, don't worry."

"I'll take you to get checked out. Maybe Yucheng will be out by the time I come back."

Yan Qing shook her head. "I won't go. I want to wait for Yucheng to come out. Besides, I'm not injured. The blood on my body is from Yucheng."

Seeing that he couldn't persuade his younger brother, Yan Liting gave up insisting and took off his coat and put it on Yan Qing.

I stayed with him and waited at the door.

It lasted until three in the morning, when the lights in the emergency room finally went out and the doctor came out.

Yan Qing hurried over, her voice trembling, "Doctor, how is he?"

"He is out of danger for now, but further observation is needed."

When Yan Qing heard this, he finally felt relieved and his tense body collapsed uncontrollably.

Yan Liting quickly picked the man up and signaled his secretary to follow and inquire about the details.

As Yu Cheng was transferred into the ward, Yan Qing quietly stayed by his bedside.

In the ward separated by a wall, Yan Liting sat on the sofa, his legs crossed, and reached out to untie his tie.

"specific situation?"

The secretary handed over the information and said, "The surveillance footage at the scene showed that Si Yanjin was the first to take action, and then others joined in."

"We also found out that the young master was bullied at school. Although it was not directly instigated by Si Yanjin, it was done by people around him."

Yan Liting watched the surveillance video, and his fingers holding the phone turned white from the force. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after watching it.

Yan Qing was not injured from beginning to end. When the fist was about to fall, Yu Cheng suddenly jumped up and protected him under his body.

"Send all the people on the list to jail. Pay special attention to Wang Quan and collect as much evidence as possible. Don't let him get out."

"Let's take care of the prison, too. Let's not make it too easy for them, but don't kill them too quickly. There's no need for the Si family to exist anymore."

"Let Yan Lici solve the customs issue as soon as possible and come back to deal with the Si family's affairs. I can't take action recently."

"Did you bring Si Yanjin with you?"

"I brought it. It's at the door," the secretary replied.

Yan Liting returned the phone to the secretary and said coldly, "Bring it in."

The secretary opened the door and let Si Yanjin in. Looking at the coldness emanating from Yan Liting, she was afraid that someone might get killed.

Before closing the door, I couldn't help but want to warn him, but I heard a cold voice, "I know my limits, close the door."

When Si Yanjin saw the person on the sofa, his body trembled uncontrollably. He felt as if his feet were as heavy as a thousand pounds and he couldn't move.

"Aren't you coming over?" Yan Liting glanced sideways, his voice still cold.

Si Yanjin took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand. The person he feared most in the entire capital was Yan Liting.

He has a warm smile on his face, but the oppressive feeling of being in a high position makes people shiver, and he is a complete madman.

He walked over slowly, "Brother Ting."

Yan Liting did not respond. His fingers tapped lightly on his knees, his eyes drooping and his emotions unclear.

Although there was no sound, it felt like a knock on his soul, making his legs weak and he couldn't help but want to kneel down and beg for mercy.

After a long while, so long that he could no longer hold on, he heard that cold voice slowly ringing out, "Do you know why I asked you to come here?"

Si Yanjin clenched his fingers nervously and whispered in defense, "I know, but I can explain. I didn't know things would turn out like that."

"I didn't mean it. I like Yan Qing. I didn't know it before, so I did some things that hurt Yan Qing."

"But I can make up for it. I am willing to do anything for Yan Qing, just..."

"Shut up." Yan Liting interrupted Si Yanjin's next words, slowly stood up, and looked over condescendingly.

"Si Yanjin, not all mistakes have a chance to be corrected. I have warned you before."

Si Yanjin was surrounded by a tall figure, and a cold breath hit his face, causing the corners of his lips to tremble a few times, and he suddenly remembered what happened when he was ten years old.

Yan Liting was probably in his twenties at that time, and he didn't wear glasses yet. His pair of black eyes were frighteningly sinister.

Because he took the wrong road, he didn't know where he was, and he saw Yan Liting, covered in bright red blood, standing in front of a pile of corpses.

There were pink roses all behind him, and he just stood there, blood was flowing on the ground, and he sniffed his bloody fingertips morbidly.

He reached out and plucked a pink rose nearby, then cut the neck of the only person still breathing. The blood instantly dyed the pink rose red.

Delicate and charming.

He was frightened for a moment and didn't notice Yan Liting walking over. By the time he realized it, it was too late.

Yan Liting half-knelt in front of him, put the red rose in the bag on his chest, and smiled slightly, "Si Yanjin, if one day I find out that you treat Aqing badly."

"You can be the next rose! How beautiful!"

After that, he had nightmares for a long time, and only gradually forgot about them when he grew older, and it has been more than ten years now.

Yan Liting has always been gentle and polite. He has never lost his temper, and for a moment, everyone has forgotten what happened that year.

He had also forgotten how terrible Yan Liting was, but now that he remembered it all of a sudden, he suddenly realized that what he had done was unforgivable.

Fear of falling down.

"It seems you remembered it." Yan Liting slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves to his arms.

The watch was placed on the table with a crisp sound, and the gold-rimmed glasses were also taken off.

The eyes hidden behind the glasses were full of violence and ferocity, and the whole person had long since lost the disguise of being gentle and suave.

He looked like a Shura from hell, murderous and bloodthirsty, making people shudder.

He reached out and picked up the baseball bat beside him, weighed it in his hand, and sneered at Si Yanjin, "I won't beat you to death."

"After all, I never killed anyone again after I changed my ways."