After Yan Han left for a long time, Song Xiang sat alone in the room. She had not changed her posture since the servant left.
It wasn't until twelve o'clock that the sound of the door opening and a car driving in was heard outside.
Strong light penetrated the curtains and entered the room. Song Xiang couldn't help but raise her hands to cover her eyes. She moved her body a little and realized that her whole body was numb.
There were footsteps outside the door, and she wanted to get up quickly, but her feet gave way and she fell down on the carpet in front of the sofa.
Click.
The door is opened.
The man's tall figure blocked the doorway, standing against the backlight, and half of his face was in shadow cast by the backlight.
He pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were neither salty nor bland, and he was unclear about emotions and anger. He stood at the door and glanced at Song Xiang, who felt her heart drop.
Yan Han walked into the room and slammed the door.
There was a big movement, which hit Song Xiang's heart hard. She gritted her teeth and stood up while resisting the numbness.
Yan Han pulled off his tie, threw his coat on the sofa expressionlessly, walked to the bar and got himself a glass of ice water.
He drank a lot of wine and was feeling angry, and now his whole body was in a high temperature state.
Song Xiang stood in front of the sofa, bravely planning to explain.
The man suddenly placed the cup on the marble table, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"I remember when you first joined the company five years ago, I warned you not to do porcelain work without diamonds. I hate women who think they are smart!"
His tone was cold, and every word was like a needle, accurately piercing into Song Xiang's most feared weakness.
Song Xiang clenched his hands tightly and opened his mouth: "Mr. Yan."
"You just think you're smart, but you still leave a tail for others because you think your life is too long, don't you?"
Yan Han turned around with a strong and aggressive attitude, and moved closer to Song Xiang step by step.
Song Xiang felt that the air around her was beginning to become thinner. She turned around in her mind to figure out what was wrong.
She asked Lan Lan to finish what she had done yesterday, so she shouldn't have taken Duan Ge to the hotel so eagerly. The other party would have found traces of her presence just by checking Yang's whereabouts, so it was reasonable for him to suspect her.
Yan Han stood in front of her, using his height advantage to exert pressure without reservation.
"You should be lucky. That old guy Yue Ji is cruel and wants you dead. If he was not too cruel and just found someone to teach you a lesson, then you would never be rescued as easily as you are today!"
He leaned forward slightly, deliberately getting close to Song Xiang's face, and lowered his voice, "Do you know how those people will teach such a troublesome woman like you?"
He was so close that Song Xiang could clearly feel the blending of each other's breaths. However, there was no ambiguity at this moment. The fear depicted in the words gradually turned into tangible pressure. As long as she thought about it for a moment, a wave of Qin came out of her back.
A fine layer of sweat beads.
"Just to save a hopelessly stupid woman like you, I almost ruined today's game."
Yan Han stared at the woman's rapidly changing face, word by word, emotionless, and the suppressed fire was slowly released.
Song Xiang bit her lip, being so stimulated by Yan Han's explicit words that she had nothing to say. This time she was indeed radical and underestimated the businessman's ruthlessness in pursuit of profit.
"sorry……"
"How much is your sorry worth?" The man interrupted her expressionlessly, with an unhappy curve on his lips, and continued to scold: "You did a similar stupid thing last time in Shanghai, I thought you would learn from it.
good."
"In the past five years that you have been with me, you still have some brains, but your behavior in the past month has made me question my judgment. You have no brains at all!"
Song Xiang said nothing. Normally, she would have raised her head and said "I didn't ask you to save me" to Yan Han, but she had just saved her life from Yan Han, and she really had no face to say such a mean thing.
Xixi words.
She raised her head, her eyes flickering, and the crystal clear substance in her eyes hadn't dried up yet. She stared at Yan Han twice, and two more drops fell down.
Crying in front of Shun Han made Song Xiang feel more embarrassed than getting hurt in front of Shun Han, so she quickly wiped her tears in a panic.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Yan, I can't make up for your loss, but I will take responsibility for this matter myself. Yue Ji has a big problem..."
Before she could finish her words, Yan Han suddenly raised his hand and pushed her shoulder hard.
Song Xiang's eyes widened with tears. She had no time to stabilize her body and fell straight onto the sofa behind her.
Yan Han kicked the coffee table open, stood tall in front of her, leaned over quickly, and raised his hand to grab her chin.
"Can you bear this responsibility?"
Song Xiang was speechless and was forced to raise his head, unable to squeeze out a single word.
Yan Han looked at the face close at hand, tracing his eyes all the way to her lips, taking in all her tears and trembling.
"You can't afford it." He concluded.
Song Xiang met his gaze and understood his intention at a certain moment, her body stiff and motionless.