C39

"I will make you willingly appear, Little Yan."

Old Mistress Gongzi's tone was very light, with a faint confidence that she had a guarantee in her hand. There was also a trace of an obscure smile.

She hung up.

Gong Yan stood in front of the window, his vision paused for a while on the bustling scene outside, then he took back his phone.

His dark eyes were clouded as he took out a cigarette. After the click of the lighter, white mist began to leak out of his thin lips.

"..."

In the evening, the black Rolls-Royce entered the Thousand Islands.

The driver habitually drove in the direction of the main villa area. Just as he was about to turn around, he heard the man in the back seat suddenly open his mouth and say, "Turn right."

After being stunned for a moment, the driver responded. Then the car stopped in front of the white house.

Pushing open the door, Gong Yan walked towards the door with his long legs. As soon as he entered the room, he saw the servant hesitantly and anxiously walking towards him. His handsome face turned serious, he directly went past the servant and quickly went up the stairs.

The servant had yet to report anything, so he could only anxiously follow behind the man and report, "Young Master Gong, Miss Pei has locked the door. No matter how we call her, she won't open the door. She hasn't eaten or drank anything all day, so we're worried …"

The man suddenly stopped and looked at her condescendingly from several steps away. "If she doesn't open the door, you don't know how to take the key?"

That gaze was too terrifying, and the servant felt his entire body go soft. "I …" We tried, but... Miss Pei seems to have blocked the door. "

Blockade?

The man suddenly frowned and sped towards the room, taking two steps at a time.

When he reached the door, he couldn't turn his hand.

There were only two exits to the room. One of them was a sealed window, while the other was this door. It could be said that there was no possibility for a woman to escape.

The man's expression was extremely gloomy, as if there was water dripping out of it.

"Pei Luoyi, do you want to obediently open the door, or do you want to wait for me to unload the door like yesterday?" A cold, hard voice that was like ice popped out from the man's throat.

The silence stirred the patience of the man. He waited for less than three seconds and still did not hear a single sound from the woman.

The anger in his chest was ignited almost instantly as Gong Yan took out his phone from his pocket.

A few minutes later, a burly man hurried over.

"Young Master Gong."

The man didn't say what he was going to do on the phone, so Townsend waited.

"Open the door."

It was the same order he had given at the door of a small apartment yesterday.

Without any hesitation, Townsend answered yes and turned to walk to the door.

It took three seconds.

"Bam."

With one kick, the whole house seemed to tremble. A few anxious servants standing by the side huddled together in a ball.

Surprisingly, the white wooden door in front of him was not destroyed, and did not budge an inch. Only the kick had left some traces of damage.

Tang Sen looked at the situation before him and turned back to the man with an extremely ugly expression. He truthfully said, "Young Master Gong, there's something behind the door."

The man's gaze was fixated on the damaged part of the door. Without blinking, he ordered in a cold voice, "Continue."

"Yes."

A series of loud noises shook the whole house, startling the birds in the trees. However, the woman inside the room had no intention of opening the door, it was as if there was no one inside.

He didn't know how many times he kicked until there was the muffled sound of something falling inside the door. Only then did the white door finally collapse.

The man stepped into the room with his high-end custom-made leather shoes.

He looked around the room and finally fixed his gaze on the curled up figure in the middle of the bed. The black pupils contracted.

The tip of his foot subconsciously changed directions as he walked towards the bed.

On the bed, the woman's face was buried deep in the pillow, exposing only a small part of her face. Her pale cheeks and even her neck were abnormally flushed.

Her eyes were closed and her breathing was heavy.

Her long knuckles brushed away the scattered strands of hair on the woman's face. The burning temperature that came from her abdomen was a clear sign that she was having a fever.

With a frown on his face, Gong Yan turned his head to look at Tang Sen and ordered him to leave.

When he left, his gaze fell on the woman.

Her coiled up body was wrapped in a peach colored silk bathrobe, her soft black hair still emitted a faint fragrance of shampoo. It seemed like she had just come back from a bath and fell asleep, resulting in her fever falling into a coma.

An unknown emotion appeared in his heart. When he thought about how this stupid and hopeless woman blocked the door before going to sleep, that emotion disappeared in an instant.

"Pei Luoyi, if you were to burn your head, you'd be stupid."

He glared at the woman, forcing the words through his teeth.

The woman seemed to be able to sense it. As the sound of his voice faded, she frowned, but she didn't wake up.

There was a family doctor in the house, so Townsend didn't have to go out long before he brought the doctor back.

Gong Yan was sitting on a single sofa in the corner of the room with his long legs crossed. He looked indifferent and it was hard to notice his tense body.

Her dark eyes rested on the woman who was being examined on the bed.

The doctor made a brief examination, hung up the woman's fever drop, then packed up and reported the situation to the man.

Gong Yan listened expressionlessly, his eyes never leaving the woman on the bed.

After the servants left, they cleaned up the mess by the door. As the door was completely destroyed, it could only be left empty for a short period of time.

The room was silent for a moment, except for the heavy breathing of the woman.

She seemed to be in great pain, and the effects of the drops were not immediately effective, so she still had a terrible fever.

The sky outside the window had long since darkened, and the heat of the day had dissipated by quite a bit. The chilly night breeze would occasionally blow up the plain curtains, blowing gently.

Gong Yan stood up from the sofa, walked to the window and closed it.

He walked to the bed, put down the cane in his hand and sat on the edge of the bed.

Her eyes were half-lidded as she stared at the woman's flushed face.

Perhaps it was due to the fact that not a single drop of water had flowed in that day, but those two pale lips cracked out a few small cracks, forming a white skin.

For some reason, his mind wandered back to the day on her way to the Civil Affairs Bureau. The woman's chattering mouth was particularly unpleasant, but in the end she had smeared lipstick on her chin.

Wearing those lipstick for her with malice, and deliberately creating the illusion that he was going to kiss her, causing her to misunderstand, seeing her clearly resist reaction.

His lips suddenly curved in a pleasant smile.

Realizing that he was smiling, the man first felt a moment of drowsiness before he wiped the smile off his face.

Her thin lips tightened into a straight line.