Jingxia Rose

Chapter 121: It's good that you're here.
The temperature on spring nights is around zero degrees Celsius.

Ji Xian was dressed very thinly, wearing a pair of high-heeled sandals. The small section of her calves and ankles exposed by her skirt were reddened by the bleak cold wind.

As soon as she stepped out of the warm house, she struggled to control her trembling, her fingertips gripping her bag turning white, and she tried her best to maintain a gentle and natural smile on her face.

After Mr. Gerry got into the car and left, the smile on her face couldn't be maintained, especially when she heard that greasy and disgusting voice behind her, her face immediately turned pale and darkened.

She slowly turned around and looked at Zheng Feilin with a cold and indifferent gaze.

But at this moment, she resembled a delicate flower in the cold wind, her upturned eyes slightly reddened, and her already bright and beautiful face was now deathly pale.

It adds to her pitiful and fragile appearance.

Zheng Feilin's heart fluttered at the sight, and he swallowed hard before smiling and saying, "Miss Ji, don't misunderstand. I came here just because you're dressed so lightly and it's so cold outside. I'm afraid you'll catch a chill. Why don't you sit in my car for a while? I'll wait with you. Or, I can take you home."

Everyone knows the heart of Sima Zhao.

Ji Xian knew Zheng Feilin's filthy thoughts, and said in a very distant and cold tone, "Thank you, young master Zheng, but my boyfriend will be here soon, so I won't trouble you any further."

"You have a boyfriend?" Zheng Feilin was surprised for a moment, then smiled. "That's okay. But your boyfriend is so inconsiderate. He made you wait outside in this cold weather. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to bear it."

"Miss Ji, how old are you this year?" he asked self-assessingly. "Judging from your appearance, you should be around twenty-five or twenty-six."

"How about Miss Ji consider me? I think we'd be a good match."

As he spoke, he approached Ji Xuan, smelling the faint floral fragrance emanating from her, mixed with a hint of alcohol. He was so captivated that he wanted to get even closer.

Ji Xian subtly avoided the question, his face cold. "Young Master Zheng, please show some respect, or else..."

"What else? Call for help or the police?" Zheng Feilin sneered. "I told you young girls like you don't know any better. I'm patiently questioning you and trying to please you. This is part of the fun. If you don't know what's good for you..."

He paused, the ecstasy in his eyes gradually turning into greed, and just as he was about to grab Ji Xian's hand...

Suddenly, Ji Xian's waist was grabbed from behind, and Zheng Feilin's hand, which was reaching for Ji Xian, stopped in mid-air as his wrist was forcefully restrained.

He let out a painful cry, "Ah, ah, ah, it hurts, it hurts! Who the hell are you? Let me go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the grip on his wrist tightened, and another scream rang out.

It sounded especially jarring in the bleak, cold night.

Ji Xuan was startled, turned his head and looked up, his clear iris reflecting that familiar silhouette.

Unlike his usual aloofness and gentleness, his face was now clouded with gloom, and even the emotions bursting from his peach blossom eyes were extremely sharp and sinister.

Wen Qi disgustedly shook off his hand, hugged Ji Xian tightly in her arms, and asked, looking down, "Are you alright?"

Ji Xian gently shook his head, his reddened eyes misting over with a thin layer of water.

She never thought she would be so vulnerable. Even when she encountered turbulence on her way back from Moscow, she didn't cry out of fear.

But this time, the urge to cry came out of nowhere.

Seeing her like this, Wen Qi felt as if his internal organs were aching.

He reached out and touched the back of her head, then gave her a reassuring kiss on the forehead. "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Seeing that she was dressed so lightly, he took off his coat and wrapped it around her, asking softly, "Who is he?"

"The young master of the Zheng family."

Ji Xian felt the warmth emanating from his body and felt very comfortable, with a desire to hold him tightly in his arms.

Zheng Feilin was thrown off balance by the blow and almost fell over. He had lived for over twenty years and had always been a powerful figure. When had he ever been beaten up?

He had initially intended to argue back, but seeing Wen Qi's height and the oppressive look in his eyes, his arrogance vanished instantly. He then pointed a finger at him resentfully, warning fiercely, "If you dare lay a hand on me, you're dead! I'll make sure you get what's coming to you!"

"I am waiting."

Wen Qi uttered three extremely cold syllables lightly, his sinister eyes carrying a hint of contempt, "I'm also very curious, how exactly does the Zheng family intend to make things difficult for me? Give my regards to your father, and the Wen family will remember this debt."

Wen, Wen family?
Which Wen family?

These two words were enough to make Zheng Feilin appear clear-headed, and even reveal a hint of foolishness.

This surname is not commonly seen.

Especially within Beijing's elite circles, there is only one family with the surname Wen.

He gasped, a chill running down his spine, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head.

That kick felt like it hit a steel plate.

Wen Qi put his arm around Ji Xian and got into the car. The car's heater was on full blast, and Ji Xian felt her previously frozen blood begin to flow again.

After Wen Qi got into the car, he took her hands, which were a little stiff from the cold, and gently rubbed them, trying to generate warmth to ward off the chill.

He frowned deeply and said with self-reproach, "It's my fault for not coming sooner, leaving you out in the cold wind for so long."

She was almost bullied by that little bastard from the Zheng family.

Ji Xian felt a warm glow in his heart and shook his head, "I'm much better now."

If it weren't for the atmosphere of the party, she would have definitely wrapped herself up completely.

The car headlights cast a dim, warm glow, and only then did Wen Qi begin to seriously examine her outfit for the day.

Black dress and red lips, glamorous and dazzling.

Her long eyelashes were slightly curled, and her eyes held a faint air of aloofness and fragility. Her swan-like neck had a graceful curve, and a delicate white rose necklace hung on her collarbone.

His gaze settled, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and he stopped rubbing her hand.

Ji Xuan's appearance is delicate and plain, and coupled with her gentle and mild nature, she looks like plain water in a pretty cup from afar, but if you pick her up and shake her gently, she can change into various colors.

Delicate but not gaudy, charming but not vulgar.

He coughed lightly, somewhat awkwardly. "I will handle the Zheng family's affairs."

Ji Xuan opened his mouth, as if to say something, when his voice rang out again, "If his hand had touched you just now, he should be at the hospital setting his bones by now."

A hint of surprise flashed in Ji Xuan's eyes.

To be honest, I've seen Wen Qi's ruthless methods in business, but in daily life he's too aloof, humble, polite, and particular about rules.

This is the first time I've seen him so ruthless and out of control.

A slight smile played on her lips, and a hint of tipsiness lingered in her eyes. Her voice was soft and pleasant as she said, "It's good that you're here."

When Wen Qi got close to her, he smelled the alcohol, but he assumed it was just the smell she had picked up at the party.

Now it seems she must have drunk it too.

"Did you eat anything tonight? Drinking alcohol on an empty stomach is bad for your stomach."

Ji Xian leaned back in her chair, her eyes sparkling with a touch of liveliness, and her tone sounded more like a coquettish plea, "No. I'm a little hungry."