Don’t Report Her to Me Again

Yan Sichen looked at the person. It was a female reporter in her twenties.

Out of final courtesy, he smiled at her.

“Qing Qing is an old friend of mine. In my heart, she’s my sister.”

The female reporter did not expect the truth to be like this. She lowered her head and did not speak.

The crowd fell silent.

Yan Sichen and Ning Qing maintained a suitable distance. It was neither ambiguous nor distant.

He helped her up and asked gently, “Can you walk?”

Ning Qing nodded mechanically, her eyes still colorless.

She took two steps with him, but her steps were unsteady.

Yan Sichen frowned in heartache and could only say, “Qing Qing, blame me when we get back.”

Ning Qing’s wet eyelashes trembled, but she did not object.

He lowered himself and picked her up.

Amidst the crowd’s surprise, he carried her to the backseat of the car. His hand, which had been suppressed for a long time, finally landed on her head.

His comforting words were gentle. “Qing Qing, it’s okay.”

Ning Qing lowered her eyes and was as dull as a soulless doll.

He sighed and said, “Wait for me.” Then, he left the car.

Behind him, the bodyguard held an umbrella.

Yan Sichen watched as another person ran over from the crowd. He lowered his head and asked, “Young Master Yan, how are we going to settle this?”

He stared at the group of restless people, his usually gentle facial features revealing a ruthlessness that did not belong to him.

However, he still had to be rational.

He said, “There’s no need to deliberately hide what I announced. Remind them not to write too much about today. Don’t write anything else unless it’s true.”

If they did not write it, they would naturally not do anything to him. However, it was difficult to say for Ning Qing.

He had to think for her.

“Then the photos…”

Yan Sichen’s calm eyes looked at a car by the roadside. The tightly-shut car window covered the person’s happiness and anger.

His lips thinned. “I don’t want to see anything ugly,” he whispered.

The subordinate understood and rushed to the crowd.

When Yan Sichen returned to the car, Ning Qing’s mood had already improved a lot.

She shouted hoarsely, “Brother Sichen.”

Yan Sichen sat beside her, separated by a fist-sized space. “Were you frightened?”

Ning Qing lowered her head and nodded.

Yan Sichen was afraid that she would think too much and changed the topic. He smiled leisurely and said, “The time is just right.”

Ning Qing did not understand what he meant. He pointed at his expensive watch.

The clock pointed to 12 o’clock.

“Perfect. We can eat together.”

Ning Qing hesitated.

Then Yan Sichen said, “If you go back alone, they might follow you.”

He was referring to the group of reporters from earlier.

Ning Qing felt a lingering fear as she grabbed her shirt.

When he saw this, his heart ached so much that his brown eyes darkened. He made the decision for her.

“To Jing Yue.”

The chauffeur replied, “Yes.”

Ning Qing quickly asked, “What about those people?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”

Only then did Ning Qing’s nervousness ease a little. “Thank you, Brother Sichen.”

Yan Sichen looked at her gently. “If you want to thank me, thank me later after dinner.”

The car slowly drove away from the scene of the farce.

Outside the supermarket, the crowd gradually dispersed.

In a car by the roadside, the temperature fell sharply and it was cold.

Lu Zhui did not dare to breathe too loudly. He looked at the man in the backseat whose face was extremely cold. “Young Master, the major media have already called. There will be no more reporters chasing Young Madam.”

“…”

His cold gaze followed the car the woman was in until it disappeared.

“Young Master, Young Madam… was taken away by Young Master Yan again.”

The man’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

As soon as he finished speaking,

“You don’t have to report her matters to me again.”