“He will drive me away,” Xie Chi’s body was trembling, “but I don’t want to leave Xiao Man, I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“You’re not going anywhere, just stay by my side,” Lin Xiaoman held his shaking hand gently, “Don’t be afraid, he can’t hurt me, and he can’t hurt you.”
Xie Chi looked at her with confusion and unease. Xiaoman continued, “Because I will protect you. Everything they took away, I will help you get back.”
Xue Chenyan had previously felt okay about this person and thought he was quite a cute little boy. But after hearing about his family’s actions towards Xie Chi, she only wanted this family to receive their due retribution. Xie Chi, harmed to the point of being unable to live like a normal person, unable to communicate normally. Despite having a genius-like mind, he could only crouch alone in a corner.
She could hardly imagine how a child who understood nothing survived those six years and how he had spent the next decade under others’ cold looks and disdain. He believed in and relied on himself, which is why he found her.
And Xue Chenyan was threatening to send Xie Chi away, wanting to deprive him of the only person who cared about him. “You don’t need to be afraid of them, they’re not worth being afraid of,” Lin Xiaoman’s gaze was extremely firm. “Those who have done bad things should be the ones feeling afraid.”
Xie Chi’s tears fell, and the fear, anxiety, guilt, and pain accumulated over many days finally burst out. “What consequences will there be if I don’t comply?” Xue Chenyan smiled and said something terrifying. “I really want to see.”
” Ji Zhixian casually glanced at him. “You don’t think you can enter the entertainment industry after doing such things?”
“I only know that money is the most useful everywhere,” Xue Chenyan laughed and sat across from Ji Zhixian. “Doesn’t Director Ji know this principle?”
“If it comes out that the heir of Tianming Group is a stalker, Tianming’s stock will plummet. How much money will you have then?” Ji Zhixian looked at him slowly and said in a deep voice.
