C193 (1/2)

”Are you sure?” Ling Chen's gaze was sinister, but the hot summer made Song Chengyou feel a suffocating cold from the South Pole. Even though Jane Fan was standing beside him and tightly holding his hand, he could still feel a slight chill seeping into his bones, directly into his trembling teeth.

”I'm not sure, but is Director Ling sure?” Jane Fan mocked. In her eyes, the man in front of her had turned into the man who was protecting Su Rui. He was gentle and considerate, he was domineering and stubborn, he had his own children, he was willing to do anything for him.

”Yes, I'm sure!” Ling Chen took a step forward. The sound of his shoes on the stairs was very soft, but it made everyone hold their breath. All of them could feel the domineering aura exuding from this person, as well as his killing intent that was akin to buddhism and buddha killing buddhas.

”Are you sure about what?” Jian Fan let out a cold snort. He grabbed Song Chengyou's hand and suddenly raised it high. The two rings on it sparkled in the sunlight and stung Ling Chen's eyes.

”I'm sure. I want to be with you! ” Ling Chen's body trembled as he stared at Jian Fan's face. She seemed to be suntanned, her eyes were even more stubborn and hard to tame, but it made him yearn for her, ”Jane Fan, come to my side. ”Come back with me!”

His gaze was domineering, filled with deep affection for her, but she only felt his stubbornness, his changeability, and that hypocritical face that no one could see through. His hands clenched involuntarily. Even though he knew that it might hurt the man beside him, his actions did not stop.

Song Chengyou was being held by her. Perhaps it was because of his anger, but Jian Fan's hand strength was very strong. At this moment, he had increased his strength.

His fingers ached from her grip, and his heart ached from her performance. She really only felt guilty about herself. She didn't love herself. Upon realizing this fact, although Song Chengye felt a bit sad, he let out a long sigh of relief as if he had already expected it.

His gaze was indifferent as he looked at the furious Ling Chen in front of him. He pulled out the hand that Jane Fan was holding.

Empty in his hand, Jian Fan looked to the side in surprise. Song Chengyou revealed his usual smile, full of the aura of a ruffian, but with a sense of loneliness and indifference, ”Xiaofan, I am willing to give you my freedom. Wherever you want to go, I will support you unconditionally. Even if you want to go to him. ”

Song Chengyou shot a glance at Ling Chen, the threatening look in his good friend's eyes was really strong. If it was in the past, he would definitely choose to back off without hesitation. But now that he had the woman he loved the most, the pain he felt when he pushed her into his good friend's arms allowed him to look directly into Ling Chen's eyes.

He spoke indifferently. He seemed to be praying for himself, but also for Jane Fan.

Song Chengyou stepped forward and looked straight into Ling Chen's eyes. His snow-white suit and black shirt reflected a cold and simple light.

”Chen, can you treat Jian Fan well? She is an angel! ”

”I know best whether she is an angel or not!” Ling Chen stretched out his hand, looking at the unhappy Jian Fan, the anger in his heart surged, but he could not suppress the evil in his heart, and he threw Song Chengyou onto the ground. The floor was scorching hot, and Song Chengyou's heart was burning even more.

”Ling Chen, can you give me an answer?” He looked at him stubbornly, as if he were putting on a drama of two men fighting for a beautiful woman.

Ling Chen's anger once again surged. Even though he was facing his best friend, he was still as cold as an iceberg that would not melt even after a thousand years.

”Song Chengyou, do you think you have the qualifications to do so?” Ling Yu waved his hand, ”Men, bring this man who betrayed me down!”

”Ling Chen, you can't!” Seeing that Ling Chen was so heartless, Jian Fan was once again unable to suppress the anger in his heart, and stood in front of Song Chengyou. Her eyes were very pretty, and her stubborn look was filled with concern for Song Chengyou. This concern was like she was refining poison, causing the anger in Ling Chen's heart to surge even more.

”Is that so? I can't? ” Ling Chen retorted, and pulled Jian Fan up. Jian Fan, who was wearing a pair of high-heeled shoes, fell unsteadily into his arms. His scorching breath landed on her ears. The familiar smell caused her to unconsciously struggle. But this only made his longing surge even further. He took a deep breath and slowed down his voice.

”Take Song Chengye away.” This time, he did not betray her again, but the anger in his heart towards Song Chengyou lessened a bit.

However, as the emotions faded away, along with Song Chengyou's scolding and Jane Fan's worry, everything vanished into nothingness.

Now that he tightened his grip on the woman's waist, his strength increased a little. For the first time, Ling Chen's gaze towards Song Chengyou became icy cold, ”Song Chengyou, you, want to go against me?”

His voice was cold, his expression resolute. Song Chengyou sat up from the ground and looked up at him with his arrogant eyes. He really wanted to say something, but in the end, he only stubbornly nodded his head.

Then he stood up and looked at the two men in black suits beside him.

”Aren't you going to take me with you? Now. ” His chest was in pain from the punch just now, and his voice was slurping. Hearing this, Jian Fan became nervous and wanted to say something to show his concern, but he was discovered by Ling Chen who was quick on the uptake. He forcefully covered her lips, blocking her from speaking any words she might spit out.

”Ling Chen, what are you trying to do?” Song Chengye was brought away, and beside Jian Fan was only the overbearing and stubborn Ling Chen, as well as the servants who were dissatisfied but did not dare to express any objections. Yun'er and You'er stood to the side. It seemed as if they wanted to step forward, but they were stopped by the expression in Jian Fan's eyes.

”You know best what I want to do. ”Jian Fan.” Ling Chen coldly spoke, catching a glimpse of her gaze, and his eyes darkened.

”Those who are idle can leave.” With just a few simple words, it had already expressed his thoughts.