C13

The black Rolls-Royce moved smoothly through the night, as if it were one with the night.

Inside the carriage, the atmosphere wasn't as tense as when they first arrived, but it couldn't be said to be comfortable either. Even if the two people sitting in the back seat didn't do anything, it would still cause a lot of pressure on the others.

Gong Yan leaned against the back of his seat to rest. Suddenly, a faint fragrance drifted into his nose along with the breeze blowing from his side, stirring his nerves.

He opened his eyes and tilted his head.

The window at the other end of the seat was wide open, and a gentle breeze blew the woman's long hair into the air.

The woman, unaware that she was being watched, held up a small mirror that she had taken out of nowhere, straining to look left and right.

His eyes that were as deep as the sea landed on the tender pink tongue, instantly adding to it was a complicated emotion.

"You have a sore on your tongue?"

He was actually dissatisfied with her for opening the car window without permission, but as soon as the words left his throat, he turned his attention to the small tongue that made him feel uncomfortable.

When Pei Luoyi heard his voice, she retracted her tongue and glared at him, "Mister Gong, don't tell me that even looking in the mirror can hinder your eyesight?"

Didn't he just close his eyes to rest? If you don't want to read it, you can just not read it.

She suddenly felt that beside this man, she couldn't even breathe properly.

"You need to open all the windows when you look in the mirror? If you want to suck in the dust, I can get the driver to stop.

Ignoring the resentful gaze, Gong Yan locked a glance with the driver in the rearview mirror. "Close the window."

"Good …" Yes, Young Master Gong. "

The window slowly closed.

Pei Luoyi was infuriated. Her white cheeks were flushed red from anger, and she clenched her fingers so tightly that she was about to crush the mirror in her hand.

This man truly didn't have the slightest bit of gentleman in him.

"Mr. Gong, I opened the window because my tongue was burned while I was drinking tea with my grandpa. The interior of the car is too dark, I can clearly see through the window. Do you need to act like this?"

Gong Yan's heart skipped a beat.

Old Master Gong had always liked to drink kung fu tea, and kung fu tea was only tasted with small sips when the tea was very hot. Only then would one be able to taste the fragrance of the tea.

It was probably because women didn't know this that they would immediately drink from their teacups and get scalded.

So that cup of tea was full?

Imagine a woman being burned to the point of grimacing.

The man's lowered eyes flashed with a faint dark light. Unknowingly, his thin lips curved into a faint arc.

Lights and shadows alternated as they streaked across the man's body, but Pei-Loyi did not ignore the smile on his face.

From her point of view, this was Big Thorn who was mocking her for being stupid.

Even though she was still being held by him right now, she was still someone with dignity!

Her pride had been severely damaged, and she was still unable to fight back. Pei Luoyi felt unspeakably aggrieved in her heart.

He felt depressed all the way back to the terrifyingly large manor.

The brightly lit Thousand Islands Manor was like a sleepless night palace.

When the car entered the manor, the originally angry mood gradually turned into a few days of fatigue and helplessness.

This place was unprecedented, and to her, it was like a cage.

The car stopped in front of the little white house that held her.

"How long do you want to keep me in captivity, Miyake?"

Pei Luoyi looked out of the window at the familiar building, but didn't get out of the car. Her voice was calm as if she was asking what breakfast she would have tomorrow.

She turned her head and spoke slowly, "I've already signed the contract. With your ability, I believe that it's impossible for me to escape from under your nose. So, when are you going to let me go back? "

Could it be that he really wanted to imprison her for a lifetime until the truth was revealed, or perhaps imprison her until she died of old age and died with no proof?

The man kept one hand on the side of the window as he looked outside the window with a cold expression, as if he was deep in thought.

After a long time, Pei Luoyi finally heard him say, "Tomorrow, I'll let you go."

Pei Luoyi stared at his cold and aloof face and pursed her lips.

Sure enough, as she had expected, there was more to the man's words. "Before that, you have one more thing to do."

"What is it?"

Although she was very reluctant, she still asked.

However, the man didn't seem to have any intention of answering her. After finishing his words, he rolled down the window. Soon after, a large figure came over.

"Young Master Gong."

Pei Luoyi looked out the window at the tough man's face and could not help but feel anxious.

The first time he saw her, he knocked her out.

The second time, he locked her in the little dark room.

She really didn't have a good impression of this man.

Tang Sen glanced at the woman inside the carriage before retracting his gaze.

"Send Miss Pei up."

"Yes."

Pei Luoyi heard the man's faint reply and watched helplessly as he circled around to her side and opened the car door.

"Wait, I'll leave by myself. I won't trouble you any longer." Pei Luoyi's scalp tingled at the sight of this large man up close. Even his voice was trembling.

Gong Yan could feel that women didn't seem to like their subordinates. Although he didn't know why, he felt that she was a coward when she looked at a cat.

"Miss Pei, this is Young Master Gong's order, please do not make things difficult for me."

Before Pei Luoyi could turn around to plead with Gong Yan, she was pulled out of the car by the big fellow. The moment she lost her weight, she let out a terrified scream.

Looking at the figure that was being carried all the way until it disappeared inside the door, Gong Yan didn't move for a long time and didn't let the driver drive. His dark eyes were fixed on the door of the house as if his mind had been pierced through.

His legs and knees began to ache from the moment he carried the woman into the car. However, he was able to endure it to the extent that he did not show it.

However, it had only been ten minutes or so and the pain had increased so much that even if his face did not change, he could not resist the sweat that was seeping out of his forehead and soaking his temples.

The hands on his knees tightened bit by bit, his dark eyes were covered with a layer of blood-red color, whether it was anger or resentment.

One year, an entire year.

It had been an entire year since he had pulled out of the abandoned car and delivered it to the operating table to retrieve his life.

Closing his eyes, the scenes of the past year flashed through his mind. The sweat in the recovery room seemed laughable and feeble in the face of this pain.

"Young Master Gong, your legs …"

The bodyguard in the front seat had just spoken when he received the man's gaze which was so gloomy that it could drip water. He subconsciously shuddered.

"Drive... Call the doctor. "

The man's breathing was very heavy, as if suppressing an indescribable pain. He squeezed out these words with great difficulty from between his teeth.

"Yes."

Naturally, the driver didn't dare to hesitate. He stopped the car, stepped on the throttle, and the black Rolls-Royce turned its head, speeding towards the villa in the middle of the manor.