Free Web NovelChapter 689: Chapter 3: Dao An, Hold Me
He exited Moments, found Sheng Yi’s number, and was about to call her.
He wanted to see her—right now.
Just as he was about to get through, a call came in. The caller ID showed the two characters for Gu Yuan. Dao An’s hand, holding the phone, paused for a moment. After a few seconds of silence, he quickly answered.
"President Gu."
This form of address would never change.
"Dao An, are you busy?" Gu Yuan didn’t waste time on small talk. She first asked whether it was convenient for him to take the call.
Dao An could hear the anxiety in Gu Yuan’s voice on the other end. He pondered, then said, "If there’s something you need, President Gu, please say it."
Gu Yuan briefly went over the situation, picking out the key points.
After she booked the plane ticket, at first she could still get hold of Sheng Yi and get replies, but Sheng Yi never picked up her calls. In the end the calls simply wouldn’t go through at all.
In that moment, Gu Yuan realized the thing she’d been most afraid of had probably still happened.
Other accidents were possible too, but after Gu Yuan personally called Quan Yin, she was able to confirm that the one who’d caused Yiyi’s accident wasn’t someone else, but—
Qin Bing had already arrived in M Country!
And Qin Bing had already found Sheng Yi.
Now she couldn’t be reached on WeChat, and the phone wouldn’t connect either. If Qin Bing was hell-bent on personally taking Sheng Yi back and cut off all of her communication devices, that would explain it.
In the half hour after he took Gu Yuan’s call, Dao An didn’t even know how he got through it.
The first thing he did was contact the police in M Country. Because of procedure, he mobilized all the influence he’d built up in M Country over the past year. The time it took for the police to be dispatched was the longest, most agonizing wait he’d ever endured.
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At the moment when her life was hanging by a thread, when she was at her most dangerous, aside from panic, fear, and regret, what flashed through Sheng Yi’s mind was: if she really died just like this, would her parents cry themselves unconscious, would Yuanyuan sink into depression and never walk out from the shadow of her death, would Dao An come back to attend her funeral... And on the entertainment news boards, would the story of her falling to her death overseas sweep across the whole industry...
Just imagining Weibo’s trending page filled with news about her death made Sheng Yi’s heart ache all the more.
But now, she was sitting safely in a room. There was no wind in her ears, the night hadn’t swallowed her up, and she hadn’t fallen.
In her arms, she was holding a man.
She knew it was Dao An.
She was already out of danger; right now she was very safe. The police beside them were trying to talk to her, probably to ask about what had happened. But she didn’t want to say a single word to them.
Dao An tried to pry her hands away, but she refused.
Whenever he tried to pull her off him, she started crying.
Sniffling and sobbing, not loudly, but in an utterly aggrieved way.
There was nothing they could do with her now, because her emotions were too unstable. They had to wait for her to calm down before they could talk properly.
Later, they all left. The noisy sounds in the room disappeared along with the police, and the room quieted. Sheng Yi could clearly hear the man’s breathing; if she lifted her eyes just a little, she could see his prominent Adam’s apple.
In her head, for the nth time, she confirmed to herself: it really was Dao An.
The person who came to rescue her really was Dao An.
Thinking about how he was someone else’s boyfriend, her rational mind told her she should let go.
But the moment she thought about how he was the one who’d rushed over to save her at such a critical moment tonight, all of that reason vanished.
She wanted to just stay stuck in his arms like this forever, to betray moral restraints and make him hers.
"Miss Sheng Yi?"
A gentle voice came from above her. She could tell he was deliberately keeping it low, probably thinking she’d fallen asleep and afraid of waking her.
Sheng Yi raised a hand and clutched at his coat collar, gripping it tight. In a small voice, she said, "Could you not be so distant? Call me Yiyi, okay?"
She clearly felt his body go rigid. In her understanding, that probably meant his patience had finally been worn thin by her. After all, ever since she’d been pulled back to safety, she’d been ’shamelessly’ clinging to him for a long time now.
Afraid he’d say something that would hurt her, she spoke in a pitifully aggrieved tone: "Dao An, hold me, comfort me a little. I was really scared to death just now. Right now I just... really don’t feel safe."
As she spoke, the arms around his neck tightened even more.
She didn’t care at all that Qin Bing had been taken away by the police, and she didn’t want to think about what would happen afterward.
Selfishly, she just wanted to keep things exactly as they were, because once she opened her eyes tomorrow morning, it would all be gone.
But what Sheng Yi didn’t know was that her selfishness was the greatest gift she could give this man, and that when she clung to him so intimately, his endurance as their skin brushed, and the hand that had been hanging at his side, not daring to cross the line by even half an inch, slowly lifted and finally rested on her waist—
His voice was low and steady, tinged with restraint. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and he called her again: "Miss Sheng Yi."
Sheng Yi’s heart thumped wildly. She raised her head to look at him.
The moment she lifted her head, her gaze locked with the deep, pitch-black pupils of this man, so dark it felt like they would pull her in the very next second.
