“You’re injured, so why are you still smoking?” An Ke did not hesitate to snatch the cigarette from Pei Xuanyan’s hand and throw it into the nearby trash can, not forgetting to scold him: “How can the hospital allow patients to smoke? You don’t take care of your own health.” She did not think her behavior was inappropriate.
Pei Xuanyan could not have expected a woman to walk into his room and act like the master, scolding him. His originally furrowed eyebrows were now almost forming two vertical lines, and he asked unhappily, “Who are you?”
“I’m the person you saved that day. My name is An Ke.” She thought his faint smile before losing consciousness was meant for her, but now he didn’t even remember her existence. An Ke’s heart suddenly felt sour.
Pei Xuanyan nodded and then looked away, no longer paying attention to An Ke, continuing to read his newspaper.
“I’m here to thank you. If it weren’t for you that day, I would have already met King Yama,” An Ke sat on the edge of the bed, trying to express her concern: “I can only feel at ease after seeing with my own eyes that you’re okay.”
An Ke looked at Pei Xuanyan’s tightly furrowed eyebrows and his cold, emotionless face, which was worlds apart from the sunny boy she had seen in her research. At this moment, she really wanted to know what could have turned him into such a cold man.
Junhao didn’t give her any chance, shoving her into the backseat of the car. The driver started driving quickly without waiting for instructions, leaving Chen Yun standing alone in place, stunned. The car was divided into two tight spaces. Junhao took out a necklace and pulled An Ke over, putting it around her neck. He commanded, “From now on, you’re not allowed to take this off.”
“Why?” An Ke was not someone who would obediently comply, and made a move to remove the necklace.
“Don’t ask why. Just remember you can only listen to me.” Junhao turned his head and stopped looking at her.
