The luxurious Rolls-Royce was very spacious.
Even with an additional bloodied victim inside, there was still quite some room around Yan Yan, but the scent of blood mixed with rainwater caused him to frown slightly.
He glanced at Secretary Qin, who immediately put on a sycophantic, flattering expression.
Retracting his gaze, Yan's long, cold eyes fell on the girl shivering in the corner.
Unexpectedly, she looked up curiously.
Their eyes met, one pair was deep and unfathomable, the other was clear and transparent.
Yan Yan's gaze paused slightly.
Not for that flawlessly beautiful face, but for those eyes.
In the depths of darkness he resided, he couldn't imagine how the world could possess such clean eyes.
So clean that at a glance, it stirred within him an urge to destroy.
Soon enough, Yan Yan looked away.
But he clearly felt that her gaze remained fixed on him, not moving an inch.
Amazed, curious, indescribable.
The Rolls-Royce was cruising at a relatively steady speed.
Inside the car, dominated by the man's naturally imposing aura, it remained as silent as ever.
Yan Yan lowered his gaze, his jade-like fingertips paging through the documents one by one.
Then, something no one could have predicted happened.
The injured girl suddenly bent over, stood on one foot, and lunged straight at him.
Secretary Qin was startled, his first thought being that she intended to harm the Boss!
Yet, before he could act, he watched the girl successfully embrace Yan Yan.
She lifted her pale, delicate, rain-dappled face, and with a silly smile she earnestly said, "You're so beautiful."
A terrifying aura radiated from the man at its center.
Cold sweat streamed down Secretary Qin's back, soaking it.
Yet, the girl remained blissfully unaware.
Even Yan Yan did not anticipate her audacity in placing her hand on his face!
Her soft hand, sticky with blood and rain, lightly caressed his face.
She tilted her little head, her eyes reflecting his mesmerizingly handsome face at such close proximity, seemingly a bit tipsy, she blurted out again, "You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen."
His cold eyes grew even darker.
Just as he was about to grab her and toss her out of the car, or simply crush her to death.
She withdrew her hand and buried her head in his arms, gently snuggling against him.
An inexplicable act of dependency and affection, inexplicably halting his raised hand.
Her small body like a cat, curled up in his embrace.
In a soft voice, she murmured, "So fragrant..."
This was her second sentence.
The man's handsome face instantly turned as gloomy as the sky outside, the ferocity pouring from his deep eyes revealing just how much he wanted to tear her apart!
Secretary Qin looked nervously at the clueless girl's back, resigning himself to closing his eyes.
He gave up; he couldn't save her for a second time.
The head of the Yan Family before him despised being called beautiful the most, the second being fragrant.
In his memory, those who mentioned these two words, regardless of gender, never saw the next day's sun.
And this little girl managed to say both right upon meeting.
She even smeared her entire body of blood and rain onto their germophobic Boss...
Perhaps the embrace was overly warm, for the girl, chilled like ice and having lost too much blood from being caught in the rain, immediately slipped into an even, steady breath.
Just as Secretary Qin was worrying himself to death over her, she had, unbelievably, peacefully... fallen asleep!
The tragedy Secretary Qin envisioned did not transpire.
The man lowered his gaze, seemingly staring at the head in his embrace, yet as if looking at nothing.
His eyes heavy, deep and dark as the sea, what he was thinking unknown.
Then, his sullen expression suddenly softened in an instant.
His lips, slightly lighter in color but delicately shaped, curled into an ambiguous smile.
A smile that could bring a city to its knees.
But to Secretary Qin, it appeared as the smile of a demon, elevating his fear to new heights.
Before he could even start trembling, he heard him speak, "Interesting, truly interesting."
His usual lazy, gentle voice, cold yet profound.
The curve of Yan Yan's lips remained unchanged as he tossed aside the blood and rain-soaked documents, allowing the tattered pages to scatter about.
He was genuinely curious, why when she lunged at him.
Though he could have easily dodged, he didn't.
Throughout the journey, he neither embraced nor pushed her away.
Allowing the girl's cold body to lie, lopsided and asleep, in his arms.