The love story of a wealthy family amid anti-fraud storm at the border

When Yi Chen returned to the small building, he looked at the empty bedroom and found that no one had left.

Ling Yue still left, no one could change her stubborn nature.

Thinking of the gunshot wound she had suffered yesterday, Yi Chen dialed her cell phone anxiously.

The phone rang a few times, and when it was connected, Ling Yue's voice was heard.

"Hey……"

"Yuer, where are you?"

Yi Chen didn't say much, but one could still hear concern and anxiety in his calm voice.

"I, I'm going home."

Ling Yue did not mention that Yuan Ye had come and talked to him.

"Hey……"

Ling Yue heard the sudden silence on the other end of the phone and thought Yi Chen had hung up.

After a while, Yi Chen suddenly spoke.

"Yuer, isn't the small building your home?"

Yi Chen's question left Ling Yue speechless.

She thought to herself, Xiaolou is, of course it is, wherever Yichen is is her home.

But she still had things to do, so she had to leave.

"I……"

The pain from the wound made Ling Yue's voice sound a little weak.

"what happened to you?"

Yi Chen noticed something strange on the other end of the line and asked anxiously.

"I'm fine."

"Don't move. I'm here to pick you up. Even if you didn't tell me, I can find you now."

It turned out that Yi Chen had already installed location sharing software on Ling Yue's mobile phone.

The next second, Yi Chen hung up the phone and headed towards the located address.

Before Ling Yue on the other end of the phone could reply, the "beep" sound from the other end seemed to tell her that she could not go anywhere.

Yi Chen was once so "domineering".

This made Ling Yue feel a little touched and a little overwhelmed.

After a moment of silence, Ling Yue was awakened by the urgent ring of the doorbell.

Then, the cell phone rang. It was Yi Chen.

"Yuer, what's the password to your door lock?"

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This, isn't this my date of birth registered with the Special Forces?

Although Yi Chen is an orphan, he doesn't know his date of birth.

However, in the special forces files, May 83, 5 was his date of birth.

Yi Chen's heart was instantly touched. It turned out that Ling Yue always kept him in her heart in her own way.

After opening the door and entering the living room, Yi Chen saw Ling Yue leaning on the sofa.

"Yuer, come back with me. From now on, let me take good care of you, okay?"

When Yi Chen said this, his tone was very soft and gentle.

Ling Yue felt that it was a bit ambiguous.

She didn't dare to look at Yichen's face, let alone his eyes, and only replied softly: "Yeah!"

Then, Yi Chen picked up Ling Yue and left.

In Yi Chen's opinion, since the assassination incident yesterday, there is no place safer than by his side.

"I, I can actually protect myself." Ling Yue said in a low voice.

"Have you protected yourself well over the years?"

Yi Chen's tone was firm but with a hint of intimidation.

"I... am okay!" Ling Yue thought about his experiences over the years.

Combined with what Ye Qiuyun told her about the past.

It seemed that whenever he was in danger, Yi Chen was protecting him secretly.

Yi Chen did not answer Ling Yue again, but quickly carried her into the car and then drove towards his home as fast as possible.

Along the way, the two did not speak.

After the car drove into the yard and parked, Yi Chen carried Ling Yue in his arms and walked towards his home without saying a word.

"You, put me down, where are you taking me?"

Ling Yue's heart was pounding with nervousness at this moment.

Yi Chen carried Ling Yue into the house and went straight to the bedroom with steady and powerful steps.

Ling Yue was in his arms, her hands unconsciously wrapped around his neck. Feeling the warmth from his chest, her heart beat faster and faster.

It was still the familiar taste, still the taste she liked. Ling Yue completely collapsed in Yi Chen's arms.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, Yi Chen gently placed Ling Yue on the soft big bed, but did not let go immediately.

His face was very close to Ling Yue, so close that Ling Yue could clearly feel the warm breath he exhaled.

Yi Chen's gaze was fixed on Ling Yue, and there seemed to be thousands of words in his deep eyes.

"Yuer, I said I will always be here. This will be your home from now on."

Yi Chen's voice was low and firm, as if he was making an eternal promise.

Ling Yue turned her head slightly, her cheeks flushed, and whispered:

"Don't keep saying that. I will... take it seriously."

Yi Chen's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a doting smile.

He reached out and gently touched Ling Yue's cheek, his thumb caressing her skin tenderly.

Ling Yue had never felt such gentleness from him before, and seemed a little intoxicated at the moment.

"You're right to take it seriously."

Ling Yue was flustered by his straightforward behavior.

Once upon a time, this taciturn special forces captain could also say sweet words.

She tried to cover her burning cheek with her hand, but accidentally touched the wound, causing her to hiss in pain.

Yi Chen's eyes were instantly filled with worry. He immediately sat up straight and checked Ling Yue's wound.

"Did I hurt you? It's all my fault. I wasn't paying attention."

As he spoke, his fingers lifted Ling Yue's collar, gently pushed aside the gauze, and checked the condition of the wound.

Ling Yue's cheeks turned even redder. She looked at Yi Chen's focused expression and was deeply moved.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

Yi Chen looked up at her, his eyes filled with a hint of reproach, yet also with unquestionable firmness.

"Silly boy, never do this again, ever again!"

There was a slight tremor in Yi Chen's words, and his chest was still heaving violently. Ling Yue knew that her injury made Yi Chen really worried.

Ling Yue's heartbeat suddenly quickened. She didn't dare look Yi Chen in the eye. She lowered her head, her fingers nervously tugging at the bed sheets.

Yi Chen looked at her shy appearance and felt soft in his heart.

He gently held Ling Yue's hand and placed her hand on his chest.

The slightly open collar of his shirt and the faintly visible scars on his chest seemed to be telling of his past.

"Yuer, during the years we were apart, my heart beat for you every day and night."

Ling Yue's hand felt his strong heartbeat, and her heart seemed to melt.

She raised her head slightly, with a hint of shyness and expectation in her eyes, "Yi Chen, I..."