Xuan Mo Han, still regretting his actions, rushed to her side the moment he heard her words. Moving faster than a blur, he grabbed her by the throat with immense force.
"Say that again?"
Xuan Mo Han's eyes turned blood red, blazing with a violent, maniacal fury. His expression was terrifying, chilling everyone to the bone.
"Cough, cough!"
The grip on her throat tightened, his hand squeezing her life's pulse without mercy. In mere seconds, Jian You couldn't breathe, her face turning from flushed to a pale shade of purple.
Seeing the agony in her eyes, Xuan Mo Han slowly regained his sanity. He loosened his grip, then roughly flung her aside. He strode away, pausing to glance back one last time before leaving.
He quickly shook his head, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips. Why would he expect her to return, to appear before him? She wouldn't come back...
Li An, guarding the door, saw his President looking as though he had suffered a grave blow and immediately followed. "President, this Jian You..." How should she be handled?
"Get lost!"
Stumbling, Xuan Mo Han randomly picked a room and went inside, slamming the door shut behind him before collapsing onto the floor.
Those inside, seeing their President's unstable emotions, immediately stopped their training and exited, leaving Xuan Mo Han alone in the darkness of a corner.
"Assistant Li, this..."
One person asked casually. Li An's face immediately fell. "Go train next door. Speak less about things that don't concern you!"
The others obediently went to the adjacent training area, but... the training there was even more brutal!
Their hearts cried out in despair, but they dared not utter a word.
Meanwhile, Jian You remained seated on the floor, having finally caught her breath. Her neck still ached.
This Xuan Mo Han was truly a madman, his moods so unpredictable. She had thought that with such an outstanding child, his biological father would be even more exceptional. Instead, he was so disappointing.
She clutched her chest and slowly walked out. She truly didn't want to stay here any longer. If she lingered, she feared for her life.
At the doorway, Li An and Shi Yi stood guard on either side.
Seeing her emerge, they tossed her an eye mask. "Wear it." To be able to infuriate the President to such an extent and yet walk away unharmed, she was truly remarkable. Li An's perception of her had been completely redefined today.
Without even a second glance, Jian You put on the eye mask and coldly declared, "Tell Xuan Mo Han, I will leave the Xuan family and leave the child."
Unbeknownst to her, Xuan Mo Han was right behind the door she had just exited, leaning against it in despair. He heard her words clearly.
Leave the Xuan family, leave the child...
Was she truly so heartless? To abandon him... and the child? He lived each day as if it were an eternity, his mind constantly consumed by thoughts of her, never getting a single good night's sleep. Did she truly not care at all?
Xuan Mo Han violently threw open the door and lunged towards the woman being dragged away.
The others had been so intimidated by Xuan Mo Han's oppressive aura that they hadn't dared to move, fearing he might kill them at any moment.
Jian You also sensed something, but she completely ignored it, not even turning around. However, her wrist was soon gripped, and she was roughly pulled back.
The next moment, she was pulled tightly into a broad embrace, a masculine presence overwhelming her. Soft lips pressed against hers, biting with unrelenting intensity, making her realize...
Xuan Mo Han had gone mad again!
"Mmph~"
Jian You used all her strength to push him away, but he remained immovable. More importantly, her wound reopened. Infuriated, she bit down hard.
Xuan Mo Han's body reacted before his mind could. He dodged immediately, followed by an even deeper kiss.
The "ostriches" nearby looked at each other, daring not to witness the rather intimate scene unfolding before them.
Li An sneakily glanced at his engrossed President, then made a hand gesture. Within seconds, the others vanished.
After they left, Xuan Mo Han kissed away the blood trickling from Jian You's lips. Then, gently, bit by bit, he deepened the kiss. This familiar scent, the fragrance emanating from her body, and the feeling of holding her – everything made Xuan Mo Han sink into oblivion.
He didn't want to stop, only to remain immersed in this beautiful dream, never to wake up...
Xuan Mo Han kissed her tirelessly, but Jian You couldn't hold on any longer. She slumped down limply, her lungs about to explode.
During this time, Xuan Mo Han gave her space to breathe, his eyes red. He scooped her up horizontally and carried her to his private lounge, which had always remained empty.
Upon entering, Xuan Mo Han locked the door and tumbled onto the bed with Jian You. This made things even more convenient for Xuan Mo Han. He pinned Jian You's hands above her head on either side and lowered his head with even greater abandon.
"Mmph~... Xuan..."
Occasionally, Jian You still had the strength to utter a couple of words, but they were quickly swallowed by Xuan Mo Han.
However, Xuan Mo Han was not content with a mere kiss. Slowly, he moved to her ears, her neck, her collarbone. Seeing Jian You's fair, tender skin, Xuan Mo Han suddenly stopped. He remembered the mark behind Lan Qian Qian.
It was the thought of Lan Qian Qian that made Xuan Mo Han calm down. He slid the clothes off Jian You's shoulders and slowly turned her over.
By this time, Jian You had regained some strength. She immediately pressed herself down, quickly distancing herself from Xuan Mo Han. The eye mask had already fallen off during her struggle in the corridor.
"Xuan Mo Han, if you have any conscience left, then don't insult yourself, and don't insult me!"
Jian You suppressed her anger, attempting to reason with Xuan Mo Han. She understood clearly that while injured, she was no match for Xuan Mo Han, so she could only try to stop his actions.
Little did she know, Xuan Mo Han had already sobered up. And when he was sober, he would never touch any woman other than Lan Qian Qian.
Xuan Mo Han stared intently at all her features, saying nothing. Many things about her gave him a familiar feeling, but her face...
And her fighting skills...
She didn't recognize him...
Her personality was also different...
After a long while, Xuan Mo Han finally spoke, his voice hoarse, the light in his eyes fading. "You can go. I won't touch you again..."
Jian You looked at him strangely and cautiously confirmed, "Then I'm leaving?"
No response? That meant she could go!
Jian You immediately walked to the door and turned the handle. Before leaving, she glanced back inside. Xuan Mo Han remained unresponsive, his silhouette looking particularly solitary and dejected.
Jian You clutched her chest. It felt very uncomfortable there.