Chapter Two.

Everything happened a bit suddenly. When the group of people who followed reacted, and reached out to touch their clothes, Han Zhuochen dragged the bald man who was wailing and blocked him in front of him, pointing behind them.

The clear sky is as blue as the sea, the clouds are so white, the water is so clear, the grass is so green, and the blood is so red.

Han Zhuochen is discussing business with someone else. I was in a hurry to go to school and didn't have time to chat with him. I just greeted him briefly and headed towards the sedan that was specially sent to take me to school.

Good morning, long time no see!

You have grown up so much again...

I ran back to the room without daring to stop, and tightly locked the door.

Give him a lesson, he won't be careless next time.

When I was thirteen and watching TV, I thought of a method to poison him in his food. Of course, I really had no way of finding a deadly poison like potassium cyanide that was used in the TV without being discovered by Han Zhuochen. With my limited knowledge of pharmacology, I could only deceive my way into obtaining a bottle of sleeping pills by staying up for several nights.

This is not something I can control.

I suddenly stopped in my tracks, collected myself, and said, "I couldn't sleep without seeing you come back... I'll feel relieved once you're back."

One evening, I nervously carried a cup of coffee with medicine to his study.

Hurriedly wash up and dress up a bit, then go downstairs in school uniform.

The person took a long breath and nodded and bowed before stepping back, as if afraid that Han Zhuochen would change his mind, and hurriedly ran out.

In his eyes, I saw disappointment. I know he doesn't like me growing up.

Good morning! I'm going to school now.

If I remember correctly, that person seems to be his assistant, responsible for his logistics business. I don't know what mistake he made again, but I can tell from his voice that he is terrified.

Whenever that time comes, he would say that I am like an angel, a pure and flawless angel.

Waking up from the dream, I always ask myself, if this world didn't have Han Zhuochen, I wouldn't have lost my loved ones, wouldn't have to watch his career become more and more successful, and I wouldn't have aged and withered.

If you don't mind, you can call me Mr. Han. Han Zhuochen smiled indifferently and said, "You also know that I haven't been in the underworld for many years, and I'm not used to being called that way by others."

I avoided his hand and forced out an embarrassing smile. "Do we have to do this?!"

He compared my small hand to his in his palm, looked at my delicate hand again and again, and gently wrapped it with his hand. His palm was so warm, as warm as my mother's hand.

And I, in this world, don't even have a single cloud of freedom that belongs to me...

Beauty? How about sending a few capable individuals to protect me instead of giving me a few beauties to surprise me? Living longer is better than anything else these days...

Han Zhuochen glanced at the wine bottle and leaned back against the chair indifferently, saying, "You don't have to give me face."

The bald man grabbed the bottle of alcohol next to him and smashed it on the table. He held the sharp edge of the broken bottle against Han Zhuochen's throat and said, "Don't pretend to be someone you're not. Do you think this is still six years ago? I'm giving you face by calling you 'Brother Chen', don't think I'm really afraid of you."

He raised his head from the thick files, took the coffee with a smile, took a sip, frowned, and sniffed: "What kind of coffee is this? Why does it taste so strange?"

At most, one can only return to the warm home in dreams, eating the green vegetables made by mother, searching for a hint of lingering deliciousness.

Completely ruined my life.

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Han Zhuochen waved his hand impatiently at him. "Just do as I said, and don't bother me with such trivial matters in the future."

I have been practicing this piano piece for nearly half a year, all for the purpose of giving him a unexpected surprise on his birthday today. I slowly shift my gaze towards Han Zhuochen, who is sitting on the armrest of the sofa. He is bowing his head, gently swirling the red wine glass in his hand... The crystal-clear red liquid spins and swirls inside the glass, entwined...

He walked up to me, reached out, and tightened the blanket around me, with a faint smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

His casual tone immediately reminded me of when I was six years old, with his elegant remark, "Didn't you hear what I just said?"

... ...

No need, it's already been resolved, it's a small matter...

However, Mr. Yu is our long-standing client, and we have always had a pleasant cooperation. I suspect that there may be prohibited painkillers in his shipment this time, perhaps due to a momentary oversight...

On a sunny day, I took advantage of Wang Auntie's inattention and sneaked into the kitchen to look for a sharp knife. Suddenly, I heard a noisy sound outside.

Fifteen.

Yes! I understand.

Boss. The assistant immediately ran back with utmost respect. "Do you have any further orders?"

The person standing next to him called him, successfully diverting his gaze that was fixed on my face.

Cannot!

Leaning against the door, my heart raced in panic. I tried hard to recall everything I did today, wondering if I had done something wrong, why did I feel like he suddenly became a bit mysterious.

Maybe he thinks that all little girls would like that thing. Every morning, he would specially have someone prepare it for me. In reality, I really dislike that greasy feeling.

"Don't put on airs with me." The bald man's already large eyes widened as if they were about to pop out. "Abao is my brother. You'd better give me an explanation."

Not sure how long I had been standing by the windowsill. When I remembered to check the time, I realized there were only thirty minutes left until class.

When he pulled me out and wrapped me in a towel, I could only look at him pitifully, with tears blocking my vision.

Why does his world belong to the vast sky and boundless sea?

Hmm. I nodded.

The morning light gently fell on his black hair, carrying a golden hue that will never fade, making him look like a noble prince.

After finishing the piece, I closed the piano and walked up to him, saying, "Happy birthday."

He turned around and called his assistant who was about to leave, put his fingers covered in cream in his mouth to suck them clean, and then said, "Just burn the goods, but don't make things too serious... Remember to clear the field before setting the fire."

Those people stood still in their tracks when they saw many people with guns standing behind them.

Originally a little hungry, but when I saw the fresh milk and cream cake on the table, I lost my appetite.

Well. The whole body is surrounded by his warm breath, no longer trembling.

I lay by the window and looked outside.

Han Zhuochen kicked the bald man and sent him flying two meters away. He took a tissue to wipe the blood off his hands and calmly said to a bodyguard next to him, "Notify the police... someone has brought a firearm and trespassed into a private residence, possibly with the intention of... murder!"

Qian Qian. His gaze slowly moved down from my face, scanning my whole body, and suddenly asked, "How old are you?"

Because he likes my chubby little hands holding onto his index finger, likes me sitting on his lap, swinging my short and thick little legs, and smiling at him, likes me sitting on the sofa with bare feet, waiting for him to come home, saying "Goodnight!" and then going to sleep.

He looked at me in surprise, and the seriousness on his face eased a lot, but instead added a bit of worry. After hesitating for a moment, he turned his head and shouted to his assistant who was walking away, "Wait."

When I was eleven years old, I naively thought that I could take advantage of Han Zhuochen's inattention and stab him fiercely from behind with a knife. Just like what was shown on TV, his white shirt would be stained red with blood, and then he would turn around, pointing at me with a pair of unbelievably wide-open eyes, and fall down dead in front of me without closing his eyes.

And his favorite thing to do is to throw little me into a huge swimming pool, making me panic and grab his arm, shouting, "Help!"

Seeing that he didn't say anything, I tentatively asked, "Shall I go to sleep?"

This time, the assistant wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and glanced at me quietly. That glance seemed to be filled with surprise, curiosity, and a hint of ambiguous doubt.

Have a cup of coffee.

Well!