latelenovela Chapter 147 Who Allowed You to Risk Your Life?
Chapter 147 Who Allowed You to Risk Your Life?
"Ok."
Qiao Jingyu gently closed the bathroom door, and her face instantly returned to her usual cold expression. After entering the bathroom, Qiao Jingyu changed back into her original black miniskirt. The skirt fit her body perfectly, outlining her figure curves, making her look sexy and mysterious.
After getting dressed, Qiao Jingyu took out her cell phone from her handbag and dialed Song Yang's number. The phone rang only once, and Song Yang quickly picked up the phone, his voice full of anxiety and concern: "Did the police arrive in time? How are you now? Are you injured? Did that hateful Lu Xingyuan do anything wrong to you?" A series of questions came out of his mouth like a string of cannonballs.
Hearing Song Yang's urgent question, Qiao Jingyu couldn't help but feel a warm current in her heart. It feels so good to be cared for and missed by others! Thinking back to her previous life, ever since she severed ties with her father, the only person who cared and loved her, no one has ever cared about her safety like this. Thinking of this, the corners of Qiao Jingyu's mouth rose unconsciously, forming a beautiful arc. Her mood became particularly happy, and her voice became much lighter: "Don't worry, the police came very timely, I'm fine, that Lu Xingyuan didn't have time to do anything to me, so you can put your heart at ease."
Song Yang on the other end of the phone was obviously relieved after hearing what Qiao Jingyu said: "That's good, as long as you are safe. I have also dealt with my affairs here. You just wait for me at the door of the bar, I will come to you soon."
Qiao Jingyu frowned slightly and pulled at her skirt uncomfortably. She said softly, "I have to go to the police station to record a statement. It's already late, so you should go back first. Let's make an appointment tomorrow and take the relevant things to go find Lu Jinghai together."
When Qiao Jingyu finally finished recording her statement and walked out of the police station, it was already twelve o'clock in the morning. The streets at night seemed particularly deserted, with only the street lights emitting a dim light. However, just as she stepped out of the police station gate, she saw Feng Bo waiting outside.
Feng Bo saw Qiao Jingyu and immediately went forward to greet her, "Ms. Qiao, Mr. Duan is waiting for you in the car." As he spoke, his eyes involuntarily fell on Qiao Jingyu's dress. She was wearing a miniskirt and a belly-exposing top. She looked sexy and fashionable, but very different from her usual image. Feng Bo subconsciously frowned.
Qiao Jingyu blinked her big, lively eyes and couldn't help wondering. It was so late, why was Mr. Duan still waiting for her here? Was there something important? Suddenly, she remembered what happened this morning. Mr. Duan said that if she couldn't find out the truth about Mu Kaiyuan's case, he would also bear the corresponding responsibility. So, this time he came to her most likely to discuss the progress of the case.
Thinking of this, Qiao Jingyu calmed down and walked towards the direction where the car was parked. At this moment, Feng Bo's voice came from behind: "Ms. Qiao, please wait a moment."
"Assistant Feng, what's wrong?" Qiao Jingyu stopped lightly, her beautiful eyes moved, looking at Feng Bo who was standing beside her with a hesitant look, and asked softly.
Feng Bo hesitated for a few seconds, "Ms. Qiao, Mr. Duan is in a very bad mood today."
Qiao Jingyu nodded slightly to show that she understood, and then thanked him politely: "...Oh, okay, I understand. Thank you for your reminder, Special Assistant Feng." However, just as she was about to turn around and leave, Feng Bo spoke again: "Mr. Duan is also feeling a little unwell."
Hearing this, Qiao Jingyu couldn't help but feel nervous. She asked nervously, "What's wrong with Mr. Duan? Is your head hurting again?"
Feng Bo frowned, his brows full of worry and anxiety, and slowly replied: "Duan always has a headache, and also has a slight high fever."
High fever? This word exploded in Qiao Jingyu's ears like a thunderbolt, and her heart instantly clenched into a ball. Without time to think about it, she hurriedly ran towards the car.
This time, Qiao Jingyu stretched out her hand without hesitation and opened the back door. The slender figure of the man in the car was leaning on the seat cushion. The outline of his face was deep and three-dimensional like a sculpture, with clear and sharp lines. Although his expression was still as cold as ice, his innate coldness made him more mysterious and unapproachable. Even so, Qiao Jingyu's worries had long overshadowed her fear and awe of him in the past. Her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her, full of concern.
Qiao Jingyu called out softly, "Mr. Duan, are you okay?"
The man closed his eyes as if he didn't hear anything.
Could he have fainted?
Qiao Jingyu thought about this in her heart, and then she slowly sat down next to Duan Yuchen. She gently stretched out her hand and carefully placed it on Duan Yuchen's forehead. At that moment, she clearly felt a burning sensation in her palm, as if she had touched a burning flame. The heat was so intense that Qiao Jingyu could not help but frown and wondered: How could the burn be so severe?
Thinking of this, Qiao Jingyu was extremely anxious and turned around quickly, planning to get off the car to ask Feng Bo about his condition. After all, Duan Yuchen was already in such a state with a fever, why did he refuse to go to the hospital for treatment? Moreover, it was already late at night, but they came to the police station inexplicably. What was going on? Could it be that Mu Kaiyuan's case was more important than Duan Yuchen's health?
However, before Qiao Jingyu even touched the car door, she suddenly felt a strong hand firmly holding her shoulder. In an instant, she felt dizzy, and the next second, an extremely strong masculine scent rushed towards her like a surging wave.
Qiao Jingyu widened her eyes in astonishment, looking at the man in front of her who suddenly pressed her down on the seat. She was so panicked that she even stuttered when she spoke, "Duan... Mr. Duan..."
"Where are you going?" Duan Yuchen's low and magnetic voice sounded, mixed with anger that was difficult to conceal.
"You have a very high fever now. I want to find Assistant Feng and ask him to take you to the hospital for treatment." Qiao Jingyu tried hard to calm her inner panic and keep her tone as calm as possible.
"Who allowed you to act rashly tonight without regard for your own safety?" Duan Yuchen's eyes as deep as the sea were fixed on Qiao Jingyu. A hint of anger had quietly appeared between his handsome brows. His originally cold voice now sounded full of resentment.
Qiao Jingyu had never seen Duan Yuchen like this before. All along, the Duan Yuchen in front of her was as gentle and friendly as an elder. She almost forgot the rumors about his vicious and cruel character.
His big hands tightly grasped her shoulders, and the hot temperature of his palms spread throughout her body through the thin clothes. Most of his body was covered on hers, and their legs were tightly pressed together, with the distance between their bodies less than ten centimeters.
Qiao Jingyu was so frightened by the sudden change and the man's inexplicable anger that she froze in place. Her body tensed and her lips trembled slightly. "Mr. Duan... could you please step aside for a moment?"
"Have you forgotten so quickly what you promised me?" Instead of retreating, Duan Yuchen moved closer.