During a very serious meeting chaired by Yan Song, Yan He was discussing her theories about N’s pursuit and escape. Reasonable and convincing. However, he couldn’t help but raise his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on Nov3lFɪre.ɴet His head began to ache slightly. Certain fragments flashed through his mind swiftly, too quick to grasp. Who was it, with such a weak and lingering voice shouting in pain beside his ear? Repeatedly, it tugged at his heart. "Captain...?" Yan He called out several times, and the others looked over. Yan Song’s face was characteristically cold and lifeless, but no one knew his hand resting on his knee was trembling. He finally remembered. Last night, in his inebriated stupor, he was awakened just in time by that voice crying in pain. A quiver touched the tip of his heart, making him wish he could grow wings and fly to her side. No matter the storm in his heart, he maintained his usual composure outwardly. Calmly, he said, "Hmm," "Your analysis is good, but have you considered the practical implications? A massive search will cause public panic, especially with Jiangzhou being such a hotspot now, with so many eyes watching. Public suspicions will only accelerate conflicts, which goes against our original intent. N is severely injured now and won’t go to a hospital, so she’ll lay low for a while. Focus on scrutinizing entry and exit records and capture her without alarming the public." Yan He’s face paled; she didn’t expect him to so mercilessly dismiss her viewpoint. "I didn’t consider it thoroughly," she bit her lip and said softly. Yan Song didn’t spare her a glance, turning instead to the assembled group: "A specialist will soon be assigned from above to take over the Bauhinia Society case. Organize the clues you’ve gathered for handover when they arrive, and then return to the Capital City for further instructions." Yellow Hair raised an eyebrow: "Finally going back, I was about to suffocate here." Xiao Quan smiled broadly, "Goddess, wait for me." Yan He squinted, lowering her head. "Dismissed." Yan Song stood up decisively and walked out of the conference room. Yan He wanted to say something to him, but he was gone before she could catch up. She bit her lip in disappointment. Xiao Quan, arm around Wan Fu’s shoulder, smiled, "You think the boss ran off so fast to see Miss Ji? Hehe, during the meeting, I noticed he was distracted and knew he was definitely thinking about Miss Ji. Who knew the stoic boss could be so passionate." "But for a woman like Miss Ji, what man wouldn’t go crazy? The boss is quite fortunate." "Watch it, you’re bold enough to talk about the boss like that; be careful he doesn’t hear and deal with you." Yan He bit her teeth and left quickly. Xiao Quan watched Yan He’s retreating figure, then glanced at Yellow Hair with a smile, "Brother Mao, now is the perfect time to slip in; don’t say your buddy didn’t warn you." Yellow Hair snorted, running a hand through his hair slathered with gel, "Do you think I’m that kind of guy?" Xiao Quan raised an eyebrow, "You’re not that kind of guy? We’re all brothers here, no need to pretend. Plus, Xiao He has a strong background; if you manage to connect with her, at least ten years of struggle saved." "If it’s that good, why don’t you go for it?" "Hehe, I already have a goddess. Two-timing is unethical." "Always going on about your goddess, be careful she doesn’t get snatched away." Scorching breaths erupted beside her ear, stirring waves of shivers in her heart. She nearly stumbled, caught in Yan Song’s embrace. She looked up directly into his eyes, dark and profound, endless, where she clearly found her own reflection. "I was wrong last night, too impulsive..." Yan Song gently murmured, his fingers caressing her cheek. Yun Ya stared at him blankly; she had heard him apologize many times the night before, but none moved her heart moment. With a subtle pain in her lower abdomen, she broke into a sweet smile, "Brother Yan, promise me you won’t drink anymore." Yan Song laughed, rubbing her cheek, "Okay, I promise you." All the servants in the living room had been driven away by Aunt Li, leaving just the two of them to express their love, oblivious to everything around, except someone with exceptional hearing couldn’t stand it, and flipped onto the roof. Such cloying sweetness was unbearable. Yun Ya didn’t eat much for dinner, and Yan Song furrowed his brow, scrutinizing her face, "Are you feeling unwell?" As he spoke, he reached out to feel Yun Ya’s forehead. Under the lights, he noticed Yun Ya’s face was deathly pale. Holding her hand, previously warmed, now rapidly cooled like ice.