Jiaojiao, You Don't Want To... [Yandere Reverse Harem Novel]

Chapter 23 (1/2)

The night was deep, yet a faint blue like mist began to appear, and the rain continued to fall. The study was still lit by a slightly yellow lamp, and Xie Guanhe's eyes felt a little sore. He rubbed them. The study still retained its old-fashioned style, with heavy wooden bookcases and shelves exuding a sense of solidity. The decoration style and furniture also had a touch of simplicity.

On the desk were several rotary phones that seemed out of place in this modern age, surrounded by piles of documents and books. Two men with straight backs and uniforms stood at the door of the study. A figure approached from the slightly old corridor, stopped at the doorway, exchanged salutes, and then entered the study.

"Mr. Xie," the man said after a moment, "the Aviation Bureau has a request to call."

Xie Guanhe was still rubbing his eyes. He looked up, his voice flat, "They have objections to the application I approved?"

He opened his eyes, held his pen, and turned to another page of documents, "But they've already approved it. It's too late to have any more objections."

"No, it's an inspection," the man lowered his head and whispered, "Over in Country X, the Jiang family's landing site was suddenly issued a document by the foreign stationed inspection department. They said they received inside information, suspecting that criminals are escaping using the Jiang family's private airline. They say they have the right to conduct inspections."

Xie Guanhe chuckled, "They're getting into a competition here."

The man paused, "After all, the inspection department was fostered by them."

"The Lu family doesn't have the power to come back yet, so they're sending a warning first," Xie Guanhe shook his head, said nothing more, and focused on reviewing the documents in his hands.

The man was left standing there, but he wasn't in a hurry. He simply poured out the cold tea and refilled it with a fresh cup of hot tea.

Xie Guanhe signed his name, closed the document, and finally said, "Don't worry about it, just tell the Jiang family. They're not stupid, this is a good opportunity for them."

The man nodded.

He knew very well that the Jiang family was able to apply to him for a private flight to send Wen Zhijiao away, most likely because she had caused some trouble again. But because of Yuancheng, they dared not take action and could only resort to this.

Fortunately, the Lu family had an old grudge with the Jiang family. Now, they wanted to make the Jiang family uncomfortable on foreign soil. The Jiang family could take this opportunity to get rid of Wen Zhijiao. They could push the blame, and the hatred would never fall on their heads.

Xie Guanhe couldn't help but smile. The Jiang family was truly lucky to have this opportunity. He buried himself in the documents again, but soon, the annoying ringing of the rotary phone suddenly sounded. He frowned and picked up the phone.

He quickly heard a voice.

"Sir, the Jiang family's private flight reservation has been canceled. At the same time, the Jiang family has sent word that Mr. Jiang was in a car accident, and his injuries are serious, with severe blood loss."

The sky was covered with gray clouds. It was clearly afternoon, but the sunlight was completely blocked by the clouds. Below, the wind swept across the streets, and the thin trees swayed violently. Soon, the wind blew into a villa with a certain history, and the leaves of the bushes were blown away from their original shape.

The windows on the second floor rattled in the wind. In the gloomy weather, the sound of the piano inside the house also carried on the wind.

The man at the door wondered if his report was too low, so it was drowned out by the piano. He dared not speak, but waited. In the living room, a grand piano stood in front of the window. The wind blew the white curtains up. A young man stood with his back to him.

The young man was still bending over to play the piano. His shoulders and neck moved a lot, but his posture was still beautiful. A series of passionate, frantic, yet melancholic notes flowed from his fingers. Another gust of wind blew into the window, his white shirt filled with wind, and his black hair fluttered in the wind.

After a long time, the piano piece reached its end, but the young man's hands slammed down on the keys, a series of harsh, jarring noises echoing in the room.

The man dared not speak. After a long time, he heard a light voice, "I know."

He looked up, but saw that the young man was already wiping his hands with a white towel. The young man's fingers were long and slender, with distinct knuckles, very beautiful, but there was a very obvious scar on the back of his hand.

But he only glanced at it, and quickly lowered his head.

The door closed. The wind blew a tree in front of the window so that it bent over. The sign of a heavy rain didn't last long, and finally began with a thunderclap.

"Boom boom boom!-"

Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and the rain continued to fall.

The moon in the night sky finally disappeared, making the terrifying storm night less eerie.

Outside the car, the communication shield was already closed. The security guards gathered together, checking new orders. Inside, the damp wind blew against Pei Ye's back. His clothes were soaked, and the chill spread from his limbs.

"I'm here to take you back to the Jiang family manor, of course, I'll take you to see Jiang Yuancheng." Pei Ye's lips twitched, a mischievous smile on his face. He leaned back, "You thought I was going to kidnap you by stopping your car in the middle of the night?"

After saying that, he leaned forward and looked at the car, confidently saying, "Get in my car. Your tire blew out. Of course, you can also take this slow and bumpy car back to the manor."

"That's because you stopped me, and the tire hit something."

Wen Zhijiao was a little puzzled by his confidence.

Pei Ye "oh"ed, but laughed. He was about to speak, but then remembered something and turned to his own car.

As soon as he left, the wind and rain blew in through the cracks in the car door, making Wen Zhijiao shrink back. Such a heavy rain, so cold, she really didn't want to get out of the car.

Just as she was thinking this, Pei Ye came over with something in his arms. As he got closer, she saw that he was holding a jacket. Pei Ye knelt in the seat, leaned forward, wrapped the jacket around her, and put it on her.

Wen Zhijiao struggled, her hand hadn't even come out of the sleeve, when Pei Ye pulled the collar tight, pulled the jacket hood over Wen Zhijiao's head, and then zipped it up. The zipper made a smooth "zipper" sound, and then the gaps in the hood were completely covered by the zipper, her face was also completely blocked. The jacket directly turned her into a long, faceless triangular dumpling.

Wen Zhijiao: "...Are you sick?"

Her vision went black, she struggled quickly, her hand reached out from the hem of the jacket, and her scolding voice was muffled.

Pei Ye burst out laughing, his lips stretched, his eyes curved, and then he grabbed the two empty sleeves and tied a knot. In an instant, Wen Zhijiao's arms were tied up, and she was unable to move for a moment.

Ah ah ah! What a boring and childish person!

Wen Zhijiao was a little崩溃, the next second, Pei Ye pulled the zipper that had reached the top down to her chin. Wen Zhijiao finally saw the light of day again and breathed freely. She frowned, "Untie the knot."

"No." Pei Ye said, walking out, but then grabbed the knotted sleeve and pulled her out of the car like a prisoner, "Don't move around. It's a tight knot. ()"

Wen Zhijiao: "...?()_[()]?『来[]+看最新章节+完整章节』()”

I'm really done with this person!

But his teasing was useful. Wen Zhijiao was wrapped tightly in the jacket, and she didn't feel cold at all, nor was she wet.

"Click-"

As Pei Ye opened the passenger door, he stuffed Wen Zhijiao into the car, then sat next to her and untied the knot. He walked back and forth in the rain a few times, his body was already soaked, his white hair was pathetically sticking to his face, and water droplets dripped down his jaw.

After a lot of effort, he finally untied it.

Wen Zhijiao pulled her hand out of the sleeve, Pei Ye also closed the door, walked to the driver's seat and started the car.

The car drove smoothly on the road, and after a few minutes, Pei Ye's voice suddenly sounded, "Before, didn't the Jiang family agree to the engagement? Why did this happen tonight?"

She was silent for a moment, looked up, but saw Pei Ye's eyes in the rearview mirror, with a look of inquiry. After a few seconds, he looked away and said, "Whatever, I'm not asking you to answer, afraid of what—"

"Buzz buzz buzz-"

The vibration of the phone interrupted his voice.

Pei Ye's breathing became heavier, he put on his Bluetooth headset, "Forget it."

He said to the headset, "What's wrong, where am I, I—ah? What did you say?!—Okay, I know, I'm on my way."

The car tires screeched against the ground, and the car came to an abrupt stop.

The phone hung up, and the car was quiet for a moment, only the sound of the rain drumming softly into the car.

Wen Zhijiao knew that he must have received the news of Jiang Yuancheng's car accident. She clutched the hem of her clothes, waiting for Pei Ye's answer, and prepared to cry. But for a long time, there was only the sound of the engine starting in the car, and outside the front window, the blinding headlights illuminated the rain.

She was a little strange, she looked towards Pei Ye, but saw Pei Ye's gaze in the rearview mirror. The car lights were not on, she couldn't see his expression very clearly, but in the extremely dim light, she felt Pei Ye turn his head, his gaze falling on her.

"What's wrong? Why did you suddenly stop?"

Wen Zhijiao asked softly, her heart inexplicably lifted.

"Boom-"

Several bolts of lightning struck. At that moment, she saw his dark eyes, his illuminated face also stained with an inhuman ghostly aura because of the purple electric light, and his slightly open lips vaguely revealed sharp canine teeth.

Wen Zhijiao didn't know if she was scared by the thunder or by him, but she dared not speak.

After a few seconds, she heard Pei Ye's voice, "I seem to have a headache."

Wen Zhijiao said, "What?"

Pei Ye turned on the car lights, the dim light made his pupils constrict for a few seconds before expanding again. He saw Wen Zhijiao's puzzled expression, a few strands of hair on her forehead were wet, with a playful curl, her beautiful brows were furrowed, and the loose jacket almost completely covered her.

Did she notice that the smell of rose body wash on her body mixed with the smell of detergent left on his clothes?

It's strange, he's hated the smell of perfume and fragrance since he was a child, and the servants who served him would deliberately choose detergents with a faint smell, so faint that he usually wouldn't notice.

But why did he suddenly smell it now?

Or maybe he could always smell it, perceive it, feel it, but he just chose not to think about it? Some things, once you start thinking about them, you can't help but care. Suddenly caring about where your tongue should be, the frequency of your breathing, the size of your steps, you'll go crazy.

Because things that should be natural, should be as they should be, can't be natural, can't be as they should be.

She should have been his fiancée, and they should have completed the engagement naturally. But now, Jiang Yuancheng's life is hanging in the balance, and she doesn't even have the engagement ring on her finger, which is enough to prove that the Jiang family doesn't intend to accept her.

Why let her go back?

Why not... hide her?

Pei Ye looked away, he said, "I'll take you to my house first. I've been in the rain for too long, I have a fever, I can't drive anymore, I'm afraid I'll have an accident."

After saying that, he coughed violently as if to prove it, and his handsome face turned slightly red. He took a deep breath, his voice hoarse, "I heard your communication devices were confiscated by security? Do you want to use my phone to call your family?"

Wen Zhijiao's hand touched her nail polish, her brows furrowed slightly.

He looked like he wasn't feeling well, it wouldn't hurt to delay a bit. Anyway, Jiang Yuancheng was like that, if it wasn't for the system—no, he's like that, she should just run away! Why go see that so-called system?

Wen Zhijiao suddenly thought of a brilliant idea.

If Pei Ye went home to rest, the driver who came to pick her up probably wouldn't know much. She could completely borrow the driver's phone to call Wen Sui and her parents, ask them to pick her up, and then their family would run away overnight!

Anyway, the Jiang family was probably busy dealing with Jiang Yuancheng, and they didn't like her anyway, they wouldn't look for her.

Freedom was within reach, she immediately wanted to agree, but when she looked up, she found that Pei Ye's gaze was fixed on her, his teeth pressed against his lips, his black eyes were dark, as if he was going to completely absorb her into his eyes. It was still that kind of rebellious,欠得像混混 expression, but it gave her a subtle feeling of... aggression.

...Something's not right, but she couldn't find what was wrong. Her mind was in a mess, and her eyeballs slowly rolled. After a few seconds, she raised her hand and touched the wet curls on her forehead and cheeks, blocking his gaze.

"Forget it, I'm in charge, whether you agree or not, I'm going home."

Pei Ye coughed a few more times, ready to start the car, he smiled casually, smiled, and said, "I'll have the driver send you later, I really don't know why I had to run for Jiang Yuancheng in the middle of the night—"

"Are you really uncomfortable?"

Wen Zhijiao interrupted him, also leaning forward, for a moment their distance shortened.

Pei Ye's eyes widened, the next second, she raised her hand and touched his forehead. Her body temperature was low, but he had been in the rain for so long, his cold forehead felt her temperature, and he felt a little hot.

The smell of rose mixed with detergent lingered in his nostrils, and he suddenly felt that he really had a fever. The heat in his ears spread all the way to his forehead, and he even started to sweat.

"It seems really hot." Wen Zhijiao withdrew her hand, her brows drooped, as if she was a little worried, her face pale, "Sorry, if it wasn't for what happened tonight, you wouldn't have a fever."

Pei Ye's lips opened, but then he noticed that her hand was on her face, he immediately widened his eyes, his sharp-toothed lips opened, "You, you, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, I think you're really serious." Wen Zhijiao looked worried, "Let's go to the hospital directly."

Pei Ye forced himself to ignore the touch on his cheek, forced himself not to look into her eyes, and even held his breath. After a few seconds, he cleared his throat and said, "No, I don't want to delay your engagement with Jiang Yuancheng. It's only half an hour's drive from here to where I live now, it's quick."

He repeated, "It's quick."

Wen Zhijiao smiled, "But we're almost in the city, it's only a moment to go into the city."

Pei Ye was about to speak, but Wen Zhijiao withdrew her hand, her voice tinged with helplessness, "Let me think about the engagement properly."

His mind went blank for a few seconds, "Think about what?"

"Nothing." Wen Zhijiao smiled, she turned her head, her hat slipped, revealing her slightly fluffy and messy hair. After a long time, her voice was very soft, "Really nothing, let's just go buy some medicine."

Pei Ye's fingers twitched, after a long time, he said, "Okay."

He turned off the car lights, the car returned to darkness, the wheels turned, and the car drove away.

Wen Zhijiao took a deep breath, and the tension in her scalp gradually eased.

Soon, the car finally drove into the bustling streets, the rain and the neon lights on the streets reflected each other, and the water splashed up from under the wheels sparkled with flowing light.

But soon, Pei Ye heard the sound of countless police cars roaring, his hand gripped the steering wheel, and he had a bad feeling in his heart. Soon, the feeling came true, the entire road was completely blocked. An ambulance was escorted by a long line of military and police vehicles, driving from afar.

...Why did they change routes temporarily? They shouldn't have taken this road.

Pei Ye's eyes had a hint of anger, he picked up his phone and took a look, and soon saw Gu Ye's message.

[Gu Ye is a person: Yuancheng lost too much blood, the original route wouldn't make it in time]

[Gu Ye is a person: Guanhe sent people to block the road]

[Gu Ye is a person: Where are you]

He flipped his phone over, didn't reply, but looked in the rearview mirror again, but saw Wen Zhijiao turn her head to look out the window, her hand resting on the window glass. Soon, the long line of cars sped past, red and blue lights shining through the window, illuminating her face. Her gaze followed the car, as if she was a little dazed, her eyes widened slightly.

A few seconds later, she turned her head, and their eyes met.

Pei Ye saw her tears again, but she was holding her chest, her brows furrowed. She whispered, "It's so strange... my chest feels uncomfortable. It's like... something bad happened, how could it be, how could it be so uncomfortable?"

Her voice grew quieter, her eyes gradually moistened, and as she looked at him, a few tears fell onto her hand.

Pei Ye gripped the steering wheel, his eyes under his white hair drooped, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

The roadblock was lifted, he started the car and stopped by a pharmacy. He got out of the car, went into the pharmacy, and pretended to pick out a few boxes of medicine. As he walked out of the pharmacy, he saw Wen Zhijiao get out of the car, the rain had subsided a little.

She stood under the streetlight, without an umbrella or a hat, just looking at the rain. The water fell on her, her wet hair curled, her face became even paler, and the wind blew, highlighting her thin figure.

But Wen Zhijiao smiled, as if she found it refreshing, watching the raindrops fall on her, her red lips curved.

Pei Ye carried a bag of medicine, almost feeling like he was back in high school.

A beautiful girl who didn't talk much, her lips were always pursed, and she always seemed to have something on her mind. In class, she would hide a small mirror in her book, one moment she would be pulling her eyelids, the next she would be pinching her nose, and the next she would be squeezing her face. Occasionally, she would meet his gaze in the mirror, and she would frown, glare at him, and quickly look away.

It's strange, she was clearly making faces, but she always seemed more lively and beautiful than her usual melancholy and quiet self. Later, he discovered that she was even more beautiful when she was angry than when she was making faces.

One day after school, it rained. Private cars drove into the campus. Pei Ye had just gotten into the car when he saw Wen Zhijiao running down from the teaching building.

A car stopped near the teaching building, a servant got out of the car with an umbrella, she looked reluctant, but followed the servant into the car. A few seconds later, the car door suddenly opened, Wen Zhijiao was clinging to the door and running out, one hand hooked around her waist, and she dived out and ran away.

Jiang Yuancheng immediately got out of the car, his uniform was a little messy, and there were several bloodstains on his neck. He looked cold, grabbed her arm and said something, and she became even angrier, her face flushed.

She turned around, bent over, and bit Jiang Yuancheng's arm through his clothes. From a distance, Pei Ye could see his shocked expression.