After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 1994: Chapter 1998: Still Awake?

In the third floor room, the light in the master bedroom was still on. Was that girl still awake?!

Five years ago, she silently protected him from the shadows.

This time, let him protect her, shall we?

Even with amnesia, nothing could stop them from falling in love.

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London, United Kingdom, Earl of Kent’s Mansion.

It was late at night, and most people in the mansion were already asleep. Even the night guards had entered the most lethargic period of their shift.

On the third-floor terrace, a figure cautiously emerged, looking down at the lawn illuminated by lights.

The light revealed his extraordinarily handsome face, none other than the future master of this Earl’s Mansion—Jiao Yang.

Knowing that Luo Xiaoqian was in trouble, Jiao Yang couldn’t stay here any longer. He had been patiently looking for an opportunity, and as the late night arrived, Jiao Yang immediately began to act.

Seeing that no one was around, he carefully tied his shoes, hung them around his neck, secured a bedsheet tied into several knots to the window frame, then climbed over the railing, cautiously descending bit by bit. The bedsheets, when tied together, only covered the height of two floors, leaving over a meter gap in the end. He let go of the sheet, lightly jumped, and rolled into the grass.

Fortunately, it was all lawn down below, and no big noise was made. He quickly put on his shoes and immediately moved toward the direction of the backyard.

In a corner of the backyard, there was a Chinese pine tree that his mother had specially spent a considerable amount to import from China. When he was young, Jiao Yang often climbed over the fence from there.

Years had passed, and the pine tree had grown tall and sturdy enough to support Jiao Yang’s current weight. A crooked branch stretched just right towards the courtyard wall.

Without hesitation, Jiao Yang immediately climbed the pine tree, making his way along the branch to step onto the wall, then leaped down.

Glancing back at the Duke’s Mansion behind him, he didn’t hesitate, immediately setting his pace towards the distant road, bypassing the alley, reaching the highway. Jiao Yang straightened his coat, brushed off the pine needles from his pants, and extended his hand to hail a taxi.

Instead of heading directly to the airport, he headed towards the direction of the poverty area.

His passport and some necessary documents were with his father. To leave the United Kingdom, he needed to prepare a new set of documents, so he had to find a friend for help.

The taxi made a few turns, dropping him off at a dimly lit street corner. A few young men smoking on the street side noticed this guy’s appearance and immediately stood up to approach Jiao Yang.

Jiao Yang calmly watched the few youths with ill intentions approaching, "Is Donnie here!"

A black youth with small braids skeptically sized him up and down, "What do you want with him?"

Jiao Yang fished out a few banknotes from his pocket and tossed them over, "Tell him, the Young Count has come to see him. He’ll know who I am!"

The black youth looked at him, then at the money in his hand, immediately nodding towards his companions, "Watch him; I’ll be right back."

The black youth turned and ran into an alley. Jiao Yang walked to the street corner, casually taking out a cigarette from his pocket, pinching one between his lips. Seeing several youths around him eyeing him eagerly, he chuckled and tossed the remaining cigarettes over to them.

One of the youths caught the pack, immediately taking out the cigarettes to share among his friends, one of whom proactively came over to light Jiao Yang’s cigarette.