Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 761: [Yan Jian Extra] 29. If I were to die, would you be willing to let go (10,000 words)_4

Chapter 761: [Yan Jian Extra] 29. If I were to die, would you be willing to let go (10,000 words)_4

Subconsciously, she wanted to warn him to stay away from Jieyou; but... when she imagined the scene of these two uncles and nieces with blood relations but separated by a chasm of hearts, she suddenly felt so warm and moved.

That harsh warning suddenly couldn’t come out, and instead, her eyes felt warm, as if she was about to cry.

Jieyou lost her father at such a young age, and this guy in front of her—although domineering and forceful, wasn’t he also a lonely child?

She tried to smile: "But I never would have guessed, someone like Huangfu Huazhang would leave the answer to the lock this way... a hundred questions, haha, isn’t it too verbose?"

As she said this, tears uncontrollably fell.

Because within those verbose words was actually a father’s deep love for his daughter. A hundred questions, a hundred little matters, but for that father, each was a great matter: important enough to unlock his important office, important enough to even determine the future ownership of Fude Group.

Especially, if one considers more deeply, they can understand the father’s deeper motive: He voluntarily gave up Fude Group, but no one knew better than him the situation of Fude Group without him; he created the rivalry between James and Lin Qi.

If he wasn’t dead, if he returned, at any time he could still benefit as the fisherman and take back Fude Group; and this series of questions was a preparation for not coming back.

Perhaps at that time he was thinking, if he truly couldn’t come back, between Lin Qi and James, to whom should he really leave Fude Group? — the answer he left was that he wanted to leave Fude Group to someone who cared for Jieyou.

Those nearly verbose hundred questions required an adult to patiently meet with Jieyou many times, to talk a lot, to gain Jieyou’s favor to get the correct answers... and the entire process of getting the answers would even require a long time. So, ultimately, the person who could get all the answers must be someone patient with Jieyou, someone who could be accepted by Jieyou.

So it could be said that Huangfu Huazhang ultimately left this choice to his daughter. Hidden in this was also a test for James—if James chose to resent Jieyou, if James chose to ignore this blood relationship, then James would also be unable to open the door to this office.

Yan Jian’s tears fell and couldn’t be stopped, she cried while glaring at him: "Huangfu Huazhang is using this company to exchange for your acceptance of Jieyou’s bloodline, do you understand? You are still so indifferent to Jieyou, you have never even hugged her... She’s left with only you as her uncle now, do you know?"

James stared at the little girl who had turned into a teary mess over someone else’s matter.

She was from the Tang Family, shouldn’t she also hate Huangfu Huazhang?

This wasn’t even her own matter, why was she crying like this?

But... inside his heart, there were more layers of—emotion stirring up.

He sighed, walked up, and embraced her in his arms.

—Little Fool, she actually forgot she was supposed to avoid him, yet she was so easily captured by him like this.

Should he tell her, the reason he fell for her was firstly her appearance, and secondly—because of her heart like this.

Clearly, it wasn’t her matter, clearly she could have ignored those involved, yet she stood up firmly. At that moment, she was the light, illuminating his eyes, illuminating his heart which had long been soaked in darkness.

.

Compared to her, he was too tall, too strong, so he picked her up, easily wrapping her around his waist.

He kissed her deeply all the way, carrying her to the wall.

He pressed her against the glass curtain wall, embedding her into the brilliant world of lights, right in front of him, becoming the biggest focus in his world, then deeply kissed her.

As her clothes were pushed up, the coolness of the glass imprinted against the skin of her back, she quietly inhaled, lifting her toes.

Tears still stained her face, leaving a slight salty taste to his kiss, like kissing the undulating seawater with eyes closed.

She was tired of crying and cold, so she surprisingly didn’t have the strength to struggle in his embrace. When he kissed her, aside from gently trembling, she actually accepted his plunder, letting out soft moans.

Moved by passion, he turned her around, allowing her to face outward through the glass curtain wall...