She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

Lu Jie was unaware of the agreement reached between Han Xi and Lu Pei. Having suffered another loss at Han Xi's hands, he was too ashamed to stay any longer and reportedly returned to the capital overnight.

Han Xi and Fang Li stayed in the village for one night. When Fang Li woke up the next morning, she found out why Han Xi had brought her there.

The bamboo house windows gleamed in the morning dew. When Fang Li climbed the wooden ladder to the platform, she was rooted to the spot by the sight before her.

The distant snow-capped mountains looked as if the gods had spilled gold paint on them, and the continuous mountain ridges shimmered with a molten gold luster under the rising sun, with the light refracted by the ice crystals so dazzling that one could not open their eyes.

The sea of ​​clouds at the foot of the mountain churned and rolled, sometimes engulfing the mountainside, sometimes receding to reveal bluish-gray rocks, like a fairyland.

"Does it look good?"

Han Xi stood behind her, holding two bowls of steaming corn porridge, with fine water droplets clinging to the rims of the white porcelain bowls.

It took Fang Li a while to find her voice, her fingertips trembling slightly: "How come there are snow-capped mountains here? I didn't see any nearby when I came during the day."

"Qingfeng Town is located in a mountain valley, which is why it cannot be seen. Here, the altitude is high enough that you can see it naturally."

Han Xi handed her the porridge, the warmth of his palm passing through the bowl. "The old couple said that they can see the sunrise over the mountains for no more than thirty days a year."

Fang Li held the warm bowl of porridge, looking at the undisguised smugness in his eyes, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Did you do it on purpose?"

She turned to look at him, the morning light falling on her eyelashes and casting dappled shadows. "Lu Jie took me to see the night view, and this is what you bring me to see? Han Xi, do you have to be so childish?"

Han Xi raised an eyebrow and reached out to brush away the osmanthus blossoms that had fallen on her shoulder: "I just wanted you to see something better."

He really did it on purpose.

Last night, when I saw the way Lu Jie looked at Fang Li in the billiard room, my long-dormant possessiveness grew wildly like weeds.

What is Lu Jie?

He can give what he can give, and he can give even better.

Ever since he was fifteen and they snatched the same book from the library, he had never lost to that flamboyant guy.

Fang Li smiled as she bit her spoon, but her heart was filled with sweetness, like she was carrying a piece of honey.

This taciturn man is always clumsily trying to prove something in his own way.

She tilted her head back and took a sip of porridge. The sweet taste of corn mixed with the scent of the mountains and fields warmed her stomach comfortably.

"Let's go back."

She tugged at his sleeve. "Wen Yang and the others must be getting impatient."

The path down the mountain was more difficult than the way up; Han Xi practically had to half-carry her to get across the gravel slope.

Lin Mo had already parked the car at the intersection. When he saw the two of them coming, he quickly got out of the car and opened the door. His gaze lingered on Fang Li's reddened ankles for a moment, but he wisely didn't ask any more questions.

As the car drove away from the mountainous area, Fang Li saw more than a dozen messages from Wen Yang on her phone, the latest of which was from half an hour ago.

"Lili! Filming has officially started. My senior and I are on a 3 PM flight back to Beijing. You two hurry up!"

She replied "Coming soon," then turned to Han Xi: "Wen Yang and the others' flight is at 3 PM."

"Have Lin Mo reschedule to the same class."

Han Xi was looking at documents and didn't even look up when he heard this. "Let's go back together."

3 PM, Kunming Airport.

Wen Yang was standing on tiptoe, peering through the crowd. When she saw Fang Li and Han Xi approaching, she immediately shook off Zhou Yufan's hand and ran over: "My goodness! You're finally here! The plane would have taken off in five minutes!"

She looked Fang Li up and down, then suddenly lowered her voice: "How did the battle go last night?"

Fang Li's face instantly turned red, and she pinched her arm: "What nonsense are you talking about? What battle situation?"

"You didn't come back all night, let alone that you just went somewhere to sleep."

Wen Yang winked and said, "President Han traveled all this way, and after being provoked by Lu Jie, didn't he do anything else last night?"

"No."

Zhou Yufan walked over, carrying the backpack that Wen Yang had carelessly tossed aside: "Alright, it's time to board."

As the plane took off, Fang Li leaned on Han Xi's shoulder to look at the clouds.

Wen Yang and Zhou Yufan were sitting in the front row, arguing fiercely over a magazine.

"I heard that Lu Jie returned to the capital last night," Fang Li said softly.

Han Xi hummed in agreement, then paused his fingers as he flipped through the financial newspaper: "Chairman Lu needs an explanation. The port project is more important to the Lu family than just a single project. He probably won't have time to bother you for the time being."

Fang Li was somewhat surprised: "You had already predicted this?"

"I warned him long ago, but he didn't know when to stop." Han Xi's tone was very calm, as if he were talking about something perfectly normal.

Fang Li felt helpless and didn't say anything more, but just snuggled closer to him.

At 8 p.m., the plane landed at Beijing Capital International Airport.

The baggage claim area was bustling with people. Han Xi and Zhou Yufan followed behind, pushing their luggage carts, while Lin Mo carried several heavy paper bags filled with local specialties that Fang Li had bought in Kuncheng.

Fang Li and Wen Yang walked ahead hand in hand, chattering about the interesting things that happened during their trip to Kunming.

"You didn't see Lu Jie's expression!"

Wen Yang laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight, "Standing there shirtless, you look just like a plucked chicken!"

Fang Li laughed until tears streamed down her face: "Keep your voice down, don't let anyone hear you."

"What did you hear?"

Wen Yang raised an eyebrow, "He deserves it! Who told him to keep bothering you..."

Before she could finish speaking, Fang Li suddenly felt a gust of wind rushing towards her.

She subconsciously looked up and saw a young couple rushing towards her. The man was carrying a black backpack and his eyes were so fierce they looked like he wanted to eat her alive.

"careful!"

Almost simultaneously, Wen Yang and Han Xi's voices rang out together.

Wen Yang reacted quickly, suddenly hugging Fang Li and turning around to block that direction with her back.

The man's bag slammed into her lower back with a dull thud.

"Uh!"

Wen Yang groaned in pain, her face turning deathly pale, cold sweat streaming down her forehead.

"Yangyang!"

Fang Li exclaimed in surprise and helped her swaying friend.

Han Xi threw down the luggage cart and rushed over like a gust of wind, kicking the man in the knee.

With a crisp cracking sound, the man screamed and fell to his knees.

Lin Mo followed closely behind, grabbed the woman's wrist with his other hand, and pressed her to the ground.

Zhou Yufan also realized what was happening and immediately shielded Fang Li and Wen Yang behind him, looking around warily: "Are you alright? Where are you hurt?"

"I'm fine..."

Wen Yang gritted her teeth, her hand clutching her lower back. No blood seeped from between her fingers, but the excruciating pain made her almost unable to stand. "There seemed to be bricks in that bag..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo immediately opened the man's backpack.

Several sharp-edged half-bricks rolled out, still covered in cement dust.

"Hold!"

Zhou Yufan couldn't help but swear, his face turning ashen, "How dare you bring this!"

Han Xi's expression could no longer be described as gloomy; it was an almost ferocious coldness.