He broke his vows for her, and a tycoon descended to earth for love.

Jiang Yan's expression suddenly froze.

Even his gesture of reaching for the cigarette in his mouth froze halfway through, and he looked at her in surprise.

Siyi chuckled, a hint of contempt and disdain in her voice. "Young Master Yan, you're just someone who thinks you can do whatever you want because you're rich and powerful. To put it nicely, you're a spoiled brat; to put it bluntly, you're scum! You have a huge legal team behind you, don't you? So, I, a newly graduated lawyer, am definitely no match for you. I know that even if my friend and I all died here today, you probably wouldn't go to jail, but I still want to tell you, what goes around comes around. Is there any point in living like this?"

The surrounding space froze instantly, and it seemed as if two poisoned blades were shooting straight at him.

Actually, Siyi didn't regret it, but she couldn't deny that she was a little scared.

Although she had clashed with Jiang Yan several times, he never seemed to show this kind of expression, no matter what she said or did.

It's as if a wild beast is lurking deep in the depths of your eyes, ready to tear you apart and devour you whole.

She instinctively straightened her back, but she still couldn't resist the chill that surged up from the soles of her feet, making every hair on her body stand on end.

"What did you say?"

After a long while, he finally spoke. The fierce look on his handsome face was fleeting, or perhaps just his own illusion. When he spoke again, his voice had returned to normal. He slowly exhaled smoke while smoking, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Siyi took a deep breath, knowing she couldn't back down now; once she started, there was no turning back.

"I just want to tell you that you can't live like this. What's the point of living like this?"

She paused, noticing his downcast eyes and noticing he seemed lost in thought. However, Siyi sensed an unusual atmosphere. She turned her head, took out her phone from behind her, quickly pressed a few keys on the screen, and then placed it on the coffee table.

She looked at him and said slowly, "I have recorded everything we just said, including your threat to cut off Lin Qizheng's hand. I think this should be the best evidence to be presented in court."

With a gentle press of the button, sure enough, the voices of the two people talking came through the phone.

Jiang Yan suddenly narrowed her eyes, stood up from the sofa, and her hand holding the cigarette suddenly reached out and grabbed her chin, pinching it hard.

Siyi winced in pain, the pungent smell of smoke right in front of her nose.

She instinctively held her breath, only to see him looking at her with a half-smile.

Her usually languid voice was now tinged with coldness. "Scheme against me? Ye Siyi, you really are a woman with guts. Do you even know where you are? You dare to scheme against me, Jiang Yan Hui, here? Do you even know what death means, huh?"

Siyi breathed slowly, suppressing the urge to cough, and forced a smile. "This isn't the first time Young Master Yan and I have clashed. Although I, Ye Siyi, am not a big shot, and of course I'm afraid of death, I do know some self-defense. I knew it wouldn't be easy to get away from here today, so I've already sent that video to my older brother's phone. And my phone has a recording function, which means that your threats to kill me were also sent."

Ye Siyi raised her eyes and said, "Young Master Yan, my older brother is a policeman. If I can't bring Piaoyun and Qizheng back today, I think you might be invited to the police station for a chat again. This time, the evidence is conclusive. It will be difficult for you to cover up the truth."

Jiang Yanhui suddenly chuckled. The light was dim, so Siyi could only hear his sarcastic laugh, but she couldn't see the fleeting shadow in his eyes.

His voice was still languid, yet it carried a subtle tension that was hard to detect. Suddenly, he released her, flicked away the cigarette butt between his fingers, and clapped his hands. "Great! Absolutely fantastic! That was truly wonderful."

After clapping three times, they suddenly stopped.

Jiang Yan looked at her with interest and asked in return, "But do you really think I'm afraid?"

Siyi cautiously took two steps back, smiled, shrugged indifferently, spread her hands, and said, "Then let's give it a try. Anyway, I only have one life. To be honest, who isn't afraid of death? But if it really comes to that, it's really not that big of a deal. Everyone has to die eventually, doesn't they?"

Jiang Yanhui's deep eyes flashed with a multitude of complex and unfathomable emotions in an instant, but Siyi had no time to discern them.

She was certain that her method would work—

This empty city stratagem is... haha, what thief isn't afraid of soldiers?

She knew it was a bit risky, but Jiang Yan had just extricated himself from a murder case, and he wouldn't be foolish enough to make a big fuss over such a trivial matter.

For a moment, the private room was so quiet that it seemed as if only the two of them were breathing.

Siyi looked into his eyes. His eyes were beautiful, and when he narrowed them slightly, the lines at the corners of his eyes were particularly alluring.

A slight thought crossed her mind, and she subtly shifted her focus away from the viewpoint.

She finally heard his voice, unhurried, but it was the answer she wanted: "Very well, you can go now."

Siyi finally breathed a sigh of relief. Not wanting to waste a moment, she bent down to put her phone away, not even glancing at Jiang Yan, and hurried toward the door.

Her hand had just grasped the doorknob when the lazy voice behind her suddenly called out to her again—

"Wait a moment."

Siyi paused, not turning around, but her heart tightened. Had he noticed?

"Remember, this time you owe me."

He let her go not because of Ye Zhenghao. If he really wanted to make things difficult for them, he had plenty of ways to do so.

Dying is such an easy thing.

He didn't really care whether or not the recording was made, but her way of getting away with it really broadened his horizons.

This woman, despite her small stature, possessed a remarkably sharp mind. He curled his lips into a smile, slowly inhaled, and a determined glint flashed in his eyes—

Ye Siyi, Ye Siyi.

Jiang Yan repeated the name twice on his tongue; he hadn't been so interested in anything in a long time.

Ye Siyi, being such a smart person, naturally understood the meaning behind Jiang Yanhui's words.

She took a deep breath and said nothing.

He flung open the door to the private room and hurried off to find Lin Piaoyun and her brother.

Unexpectedly, at the end of the corridor, they vaguely saw two figures overlapping each other.

She knew that it wasn't unusual for people to have affairs in such places, but she was still a little embarrassed. She originally wanted to walk around it, but after taking two steps closer, she heard a slightly familiar male voice, with a cold tone, "I will only give you three days. Come find me here when that time is up."

"This has nothing to do with me, don't even think about it! I will absolutely not agree to something like that!"

The woman immediately raised her voice, sounding somewhat aggrieved, but even more so unwilling, with a hint of firmness beneath her softness.

This time, Siyi was even more certain.

The male voice just now belonged to Yu Chengfeng, but the person speaking now is Lin Piaoyun.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.