flstandardbreds Chapter 179 Liar
Chapter 179 Liar
"Are you crazy?!" Shen Yan's voice rang out above her head, filled with boundless rage.
Xie Yan looked up and saw that familiar face so close to her in the chaotic light of the car headlights on the street. His face was deathly pale, and his breathing was erratic, his chest heaving violently. He was clearly terrified.
"I..." Xie Yan opened her mouth, but found her throat dry and unable to make a sound. Her heart was still pounding wildly, as if it was about to jump out of her chest.
"Why are you running? Can't you hear me calling you from behind?" He tightened his grip, almost roaring, "Why are you running? Do you hate me that much?!"
Xie Yan then realized that hearing Shen Yan call her name from behind was not a hallucination, but real.
"My hand hurts."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xie Yan inexplicably shed a tear. She raised her other hand to wipe it away, but the more she wiped, the more tears fell, and she couldn't dry them no matter what she did.
The lingering fear of surviving the ordeal made her heart tremble. She didn't want to say it, but the pain in her hands was secondary; the truth was that her legs were weak.
Shen Yan's rage seemed to be extinguished by a downpour, and he instantly released the hand that was restraining Xie Yan.
A black minivan slowly pulled up beside the two of them. The driver got out and opened the door for them. He was somewhat surprised to find that the sandalwood cane that President Shen always carried with him was not with him at this time. How did President Shen get here?
Without giving her a chance to refuse, Shen Yan pulled Xie Yan into the car.
He still held Xie Yan's wrist firmly, maintaining a force that was neither too painful nor too strong, like a volcano in a dangerous phase.
The atmosphere inside the carriage was so quiet and suffocating that it was hard to breathe. Xie Yan took a few minutes to calm herself down before she realized that her wrist was being held in the other person's hand and was slightly sweaty.
She pursed her dry lips and forced a smile. "Mr. Shen, thank you so much for just now. You can just drop me off at the subway entrance; I can get home by myself."
It would be bad if Shen Yan found out she was living at Xie Qingyu's house.
Upon hearing this, Shen Yan suddenly turned his head, his dark eyes blazing with fury. "Dream on."
Xie Yan never expected to hear those two words.
She smelled the alcohol emanating from beside her and guessed that Shen Yan had probably drunk quite a bit today. She took a deep breath and said, "I live far away, so it's not convenient for me. I won't trouble you. Let me get off the bus."
"What are you doing getting out of the car? Going to your death again?" Shen Yan's words were exceptionally harsh at this moment, completely lacking his usual composure. Every word was sharp and unpleasant, laced with barbs. "Xie Yan, is your life so worthless?"
Xie Yan was stunned for a moment, thinking she had misheard, but then she became angry as well. "What do you mean? Can't you speak properly? You just saved me, and I'm very grateful to you, but please show some respect when you speak!"
She turned to the driver in front of her and shouted, "Stop the car! I want to get out!"
Shen Yan coldly ordered at the same time, "Don't stop!"
"Shen Yan, are you out of your mind?!"
"So what?"
"If you're sick, go get treatment!"
"It's none of your business!"
The driver was sweating bullets. Good heavens, in all his years of working here, this was the first time he'd ever seen President Shen actually argue with someone and get called crazy. Was he going to be silenced...?
With the mindset that the faster you drive, the less you hear, the driver was eager to floor the gas pedal and speed to his destination.
At this point, the two people in the back row had entered a truce mode, and the atmosphere was as cold as the Arctic.
Xie Yan opened her eyes from her resting state, and immediately frowned as she turned her head.
The courtyard outside the car window was unique and spacious, but it was unfamiliar; it certainly wasn't her home.
She tried to get out of the car before the driver could open the door, but when she turned around, her hand was still being pulled. Shen Yan closed his eyes, tilted his head back, his face pale and his expression exhausted.
The driver opened the car door, his eyes darting around nervously. "Mr. Shen, we've arrived."
Shen Yan didn't respond, and the driver assumed he was asleep. He called out twice more, and Xie Yan tried to pull her wrist away before he slowly opened his eyes.
The driver couldn't see Mr. Shen's cane, so he reluctantly helped him out of the car. But Mr. Shen almost fell over as soon as his legs touched the ground, and the driver almost couldn't hold him back.
The driver reeked of alcohol, and it was unclear whether he was too drunk to stand or simply couldn't stand because he wasn't using crutches. In any case, he looked helplessly at Xie Yan sitting in the car, but dared not speak, since the two had just had a fierce argument.
Xie Yan got out of the car with a cold face and turned to leave, but then she heard the driver behind her exclaim as if he was about to fall. She gritted her teeth and went back.
Although Shen Yan was thin, he was tall and slender, and his body was incredibly heavy. It took the two of them a lot of effort to get him into the living room and put him on the sofa.
The driver made his mission accomplished and left. Xie Yan stood by the sofa, looking at Shen Yan, wishing she could slap him a couple of times.
Shen Yan got drunk and started acting crazy. Xie Yan had never seen him act so infuriatingly before.
Just as Xie Yan was suppressing the urge to hit someone and preparing to leave, her wrist was grabbed again.
"..."
"......"
She had assumed the man was already drunk and asleep, but now his eyelids were half-closed, his tone was cold, and his pale, ugly face made him look like a ghost: "Where are you going?"
The living room lights were turned on as soon as they entered, and the bright light illuminated everything in sight.
Xie Yan looked down at the disheveled young man on the sofa. His eyes were gloomy, and his white shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging to his body. The thin lines of his muscles were faintly visible, which was particularly intriguing. If it weren't for the fact that the person and the timing were not right, Xie Yan would definitely have taken a good look at him.
However, she was not in the mood to appreciate handsome men at that moment.
Shen Yan trembled slightly, cold sweat washing over his pores, and the intense pain in his knees kept him exceptionally alert.
Or perhaps, he simply felt that he was very clear-headed.
Even though Xie Yan was angry, she could tell something was wrong; Shen Yan's expression was unusually unpleasant.
She thought back on the details of the evening, and finally turned her gaze to his legs.
He had just gotten off the bus without a cane, and there wasn't one in the bus either, so how did he end up on the side of the road at that time?
Thinking of this, Xie Yan's brow twitched inexplicably, and she stopped dwelling on the previous argument. "You look terrible. Do you need me to call a doctor for you? Do you have a family doctor?"
Shen Yan, who was prepared to be rebuked, was stunned. He seemed not to have expected Xie Yan to care about him. His slow brain took a moment to process, and his slender body suddenly curled up into a ball on the sofa.
He curled up, trembling uncontrollably and breathing rapidly. He looked extremely frightening, as if he had suddenly fallen ill. Xie Yan was startled and quickly squatted down to check on him.
However, a tremendous force caused Xie Yan to lose her balance. After a dizzying spin, her positions were reversed, and she was pressed down onto the sofa by Shen Yan.
Her glasses were thrown off, blurring her vision. She could only see the sharp, angular outline of the person in front of her, whose expression seemed to be twisted in pain.
Until a drop of warm liquid hit her face.
"Xie Yan..."
A hoarse voice came from above. Shen Yan's breath was trembling, and he reeked of alcohol. Xie Yan realized when she got closer that he was probably even more drunk than she had imagined.
He was choking up.
"Give me back my Xie Yan..."
"Give her back to me..."
Xie Yan was lost in thought and didn't struggle; she simply watched him quietly.
She let Shen Yan run wild with his drunken rage, crying, growling, and acting out, but she remained silent, clenching her teeth and not offering a single word of comfort.
After a long while, Shen Yan finally got tired.
He pressed down on Xie Yan like a mountain, like a motionless corpse, his disheveled hair obscuring his eyebrows and eyes, with only tears streaming down his face.
"Give it back to me..." He kept repeating this sentence like a broken record.
Xie Yan's neck was already soaked with sweat. She was struggling to breathe under the weight of the person. She tried to push Shen Yan away, speaking as calmly as possible, "Mr. Shen, you're drunk."
"fraud."
Shen Yan's voice was barely audible.
The intense emotional outburst had drained him of his energy; he reeked of alcohol, spoke incoherently, and his words came out in breathy whispers.
Warm breath, damp with moisture, and soft lips pressed against Xie Yan's ear like a venomous snake. She felt a tingling sensation all over her body from this long-lost touch, but at the same time, Shen Yan tightened his arms, imprisoning her like a cage.
The two were so intimately close it was almost uncanny, like lovers whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears.
"Xie Yan, you're the one who doesn't like me."
"You're a liar."