Hero Saves Beauty

Everyone looked over.

It was the piece of Glass Imperial Green in Wang Haoran's hand that had suddenly fallen to the ground.

The thin man was extremely nervous and let out a cry of surprise.

This was something worth over sixty million. If it fell to the ground and cracked, who knew how much would be lost.

"Be careful, what if it breaks?!" the thin man said to Wang Haoran.

Hearing this, Wang Haoran secretly found it amusing.

It's my stuff, what the hell are you so nervous about? This jade is wrapped in a lot of cloth, and the distance it fell is very short. How could it break so easily?

"This thing is a bit heavy, and my hands are tied, so it's really inconvenient to hold," Wang Haoran said to the thin man.

Untying Wang Haoran was impossible.

The thin man had no choice but to slowly squat down and pick up the jade from the ground.

He was very careful. Although he was squatting to pick something up, the toy gun in his hand was always pointed at Wang Haoran, and his eyes were fixed on Wang Haoran without letting go.

Just then.

The broken rope binding Wang Haoran's wrists suddenly loosened.

Wang Haoran rushed forward, snatching the gun from the thin man's hand.

The two wrestled together.

Seeing this, the driver and security guard wanted to rush forward to help.

However, as Wang Haoran struggled, the gun pointed this way and that, making them hesitant to approach for a moment.

Everyone was afraid of getting hit and instantly kicking the bucket.

Wang Haoran was still struggling fiercely with the thin man. The two seemed evenly matched, and it was uncertain who would win.

Could Wang Haoran not beat the thin man?

Of course not.

If Wang Haoran were serious, a few moves of Wing Chun would be enough to make the thin man call him daddy.

The gun barrel pointing this way and that was entirely Wang Haoran's deliberate doing.

The purpose was actually very simple.

The gun barrel pointed around for a while, then suddenly froze, pointing directly at Tang Bingyun.

Tang Bingyun was so scared her soul almost flew out of her body.

If the thin man's finger hooked slightly, she might perish like a fading flower.

Wang Haoran knew it was time. He immediately shifted his body, blocking the gun barrel.

Tang Bingyun's heart trembled violently.

He... he's risking his life for me?!

Ding, one of the female leads, Tang Bingyun, has increased her favorability towards the Host by 10. Current total favorability is 50. (Developing affection)

[Ding, the Host has severely altered the plot progression, gaining 500 Villain Points. Chu Bai's Protagonist Halo -30, Host's Villain Halo +30.]

While Wang Haoran was holding back the thin man, several security guards finally approached. Together, they snatched the gun from the thin man's hand and restrained him.

"So it was fake, but it looked so real."

The security guard who took the gun noticed how light it was and exclaimed in surprise.

With the situation under control, someone immediately called the police.

Tang Bingyun's friends all breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Wang Haoran as if he were a hero.

Chu Bai felt incredibly upset.

If Wang Haoran hadn't been so meddlesome and told the security guards to tie him up, he would have been the hero.

"Hey, can you untie me?"

Chu Bai's hands and feet were still bound, so he yelled at the security guards.

Hearing this, the security guards not only didn't untie him but instead questioned, "Kid, tell us, why did you try to harm President Tang just now?"

"I, I didn't. That gun was fake, it couldn't hurt anyone at all, that's why I was so fearless," Chu Bai argued.

"Damn it, if you knew it was fake all along, why didn't you just say so?"

"..." Chu Bai was speechless.

Tang Bingyun walked up to Wang Haoran, still shaken, and said, "Why were you so impulsive? What if something had happened?"

"It was a bit dangerous just now, but luckily I have a big life." Wang Haoran wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, pretending to be lingeringly afraid.

Seeing this, Tang Bingyun couldn't bear to blame him, only asking with a look of concern:

"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"

"My wrists are just a little sore from being tied up." Wang Haoran smiled.

"Let me rub them for you." Tang Bingyun didn't care if Wang Haoran was willing or not and directly began to massage his wrists.

This action was a bit forceful, which was consistent with her usual style of doing things. After all, having been in a position of authority for so long, some subconscious behaviors were hard to change.

However, Tang Bingyun's face was gentle and warm.

Tang Bingyun's female assistant watched from the side, stunned.

She had been Tang Bingyun's assistant for two or three years and this was the first time she had seen her so close to a man.

Is rubbing a wrist considered close? Perhaps not for other women, but for Tang Bingyun, who didn't even shake hands with male business partners, this was already very, very close.

"Why did you block the gun for me just now?" Tang Bingyun's moist eyes lifted slightly, looking into Wang Haoran's eyes.

"I saw you were in danger, so I instinctively blocked it," Wang Haoran said.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I wasn't thinking that much at the time." Wang Haoran, using his peach blossom eyes, stared at Tang Bingyun and asked, "Aunt Tang, why are you suddenly asking this?"

Tang Bingyun furrowed her brow.

When she had heard the address "Aunt Tang" before, she had found it quite pleasant.

But hearing Wang Haoran call her that now, she suddenly felt a sense of discomfort.

"It's nothing. I'm actually only a few years older than you. You should stop calling me Aunt Tang, it feels awkward."

You're telling me to stop now? What were you doing just now?

Got your heart fluttering because I flirted with you, and now you want me to change how I address you.

Heh, no way.

Unless you hit a home run with me, otherwise, I'm specifically not going to change it.

"My mother and you are like sisters. According to seniority, I should call you Aunt Tang," Wang Haoran said as a matter of course.

Tang Bingyun regretted it now.

If she had known, she wouldn't have taken advantage of Wang Haoran.

On the other side.

The old principal untied Chu Bai.

Chu Bai gained his freedom, but he still had a pent-up anger/frustration inside.

He scanned the surroundings and immediately started kicking the tied-up skinny man wildly.

After venting a little, he finally felt a bit better.

Chu Bai didn't want to stay in this place anymore.

All the rough stones with goods had been opened, what was the point of staying?

Thinking of this, Chu Bai glared at Wang Haoran hatefully.

If it weren't for Wang Haoran, he would have been the one to get rich.

That was over 120 million!

But speaking of which, this Wang Haoran's luck was too good, wasn't it? Could he also have x-ray vision?

No, that's impossible.

Chu Bai immediately denied it.

He was the Son of Destiny, how could this Wang Haoran have x-ray vision?

"Principal, let's go," Chu Bai said.

"Wait a moment." Tang Bingyun spoke up to stop him. "Since you saw early on that it was a fake gun, why didn't you say anything?"

"I wasn't sure at the time."

"If you weren't sure, then why did you still pressure that bandit like that? Were you trying to kill me?" Tang Bingyun questioned sternly.

Chu Bai didn't know how to explain for a moment.

He couldn't possibly tell the truth, could he?

I didn't say the gun was fake because I wanted to woo you and be your hero who saves the beauty.

"President Tang, Chu Bai did step forward at that time. You are a magnanimous person, why bother arguing with him?" The Principal stepped forward to help Chu Bai out.

"Principal Ren, I always thought you were a very fair person. It seems my understanding wasn't entirely correct."

After expressing her thoughts, Tang Bingyun ignored Chu Bai.

Clearly, she wasn't going to pursue the matter with Chu Bai.

The Old Principal knew that Tang Bingyun was letting it go because of his face and wasn't going to argue with Chu Bai.

At the same time, the Old Principal also understood that his influence with Tang Bingyun would become less and less effective in the future.