Tyrannical Tycoon Haunts Me Relentlessly

A few minutes later, someone really arrived outside.

The feeling was somewhat familiar, Xia Yinian unconsciously stood up and turned around to look outside.

A figure walked in swiftly, followed by another person.

"Young Master, the Seventh Young Master from Ye City has arrived, two people," Yui Ji ran in to report.

"Hmm," Jing Hanye waved his hand.

"There’s more..."

Before Yui Ji could finish speaking, both Feng Yan and Tian Xing also appeared in the spacious side hall.

"The Third Young Master of Yaoshan, also two people." Yui Ji glanced at the incoming people and completed his sentence.

Bringing in no brother is basic respect for others, and both Gu Beicheng and Feng Yan understood this.

Jing Hanye still waved his hand, remaining seated in his spot, his thin lips slightly curved.

Watching the man running for her, Xia Yinian froze.

After meeting his gaze for a moment, she noticed his injured hand.

"Beicheng, what happened to your hand?" She stepped forward twice, grabbing his hand.

Gu Beicheng pulled her into his arms, closing his eyes to smell her scent.

Opening his eyes, his gaze fell on the man at the other end of the table.

Jing Hanye raised his eyebrows and stood up.

"I never thought Nian Nian would be so popular."

"Prepare two more sets of tableware; the Seventh Young Master and the Third Young Master of the Feng Family came a long way, they must be hungry."

"Yes." Sister Rong glanced at another servant, and the two withdrew together.

"Beicheng, what happened to your hand? There are still many glass fragments inside," Xia Yinian said, truly concerned.

Gu Beicheng looked at Xia Yinian’s previous seat, knowing she hadn’t eaten much, he held her and moved forward.

"Eat something first, don’t let yourself starve."

His voice was warm, completely different from the Seventh Young Master who had just entered.

"Oh," Xia Yinian nodded, only then noticing Feng Yan beside them.

"Ah Yen, you’re here too." Knowing her actions with the Seventh Young Master seemed a bit too intimate, Xia Yinian struggled and left his embrace.

"I’m okay, Young Master Jing saved me." Xia Yinian turned to look at Jing Hanye, smiling somewhat awkwardly.

She still didn’t know who he was and was worried that revealing her relationship with Beicheng might affect him negatively.

After contemplating, Xia Yinian went and linked her arm with Feng Yan’s.

"Why are you wearing so little? Your hands are ice-cold, let’s go eat something to warm up. Young Master Jing is very kind, he prepared lots of delicious food for me."

In Xia Yinian’s view, Feng Yan was like a brother to her, so linking her arm with him isn’t a problem.

The most important thing is, Beicheng knew about her relationship with Feng Yan, so she wasn’t worried he’d be angry.

Turning her head to see Gu Beicheng, who had stopped and wasn’t speaking, Xia Yinian assigned Feng Yan a seat and then carefully took his injured hand.

"Come, let me take a look."

Pulling Gu Beicheng to sit in his seat, Xia Yinian raised her gaze to Jing Hanye opposite.

"Young Master Jing, do you have a medicine box here? I’d like to tend to the Seventh Young Master’s wounds first."

"Hmm," Jing Hanye nodded, shifting his gaze, "Yui Ji, go prepare the medicine box."

"Yes, Young Master," Yui Ji nodded and left.

Xia Yinian drew a chair to sit beside Gu Beicheng, picking up his hand and placing it on the table.

Jing Hanye returned to his seat, looking at Feng Yan.

"Ah Yen, just here from Yaoshan?" he asked softly.

"Hmm, got the news Nian Nian was kidnapped," Feng Yan nodded in response.