"Young Master, the person has been identified, it is Miss Su. Please come back with us, otherwise we will not be able to deal with the commander-in-chief."
Eight men in plain clothes who had been following him for protection surrounded him and prepared to take him away by force.
Chu Yihan gritted his teeth and said with sinister eyes, "If you want her back, I will never go back until I find her."
He still had to find out who had harmed her.
Even if she really... really suffered an accident, he would take her bones back to his hometown.
Several men looked at each other, knocked him out decisively, and then used stun drugs to ensure that he would not wake up and cause trouble.
"Jenny Young Master, we are taking Young Master away first. Thank you for taking care of us."
Jenny quickly waved his hand. "No, you guys go quickly. I have to leave here right away and go somewhere to hide."
In this way, Chu Yihan only got a cracked pocket watch and was forcibly taken back to the country without understanding anything.
After returning to China, no matter how much trouble he made, Marshal Chu refused to let him go again.
Even if he absolutely refused to eat, Marshal Chu would just call someone to give him an infusion and would not let him die again.
Later, Chu Yihan got seriously ill and had a high fever for several days. Many Chinese and Western doctors were invited to treat him. Then he slowly recovered, but he lost a lot of weight and even his chin became pointed.
After he recovered from the illness, his whole body became silent, his eyes no longer had the luster, and his body no longer had the cynical and arrogant air. He no longer went out to eat, drink, have fun, or hang out in dance halls and casinos.
He was like a dying old man who spent the whole day sitting in Su Qiao's original house quietly in a daze, or walking alone like a wandering spirit in the streets and alleys they had visited in the past.
Sometimes they would sit in the corner of the coffee shop where they had had coffee for half a day. Sometimes they would go to the Western restaurant they had been to for the first time and sit in the same position silently staring at the medium-rare steak in a daze.
Before you know it, two months have passed and the New Year is coming soon.
Haicheng, which has been in turmoil for a period of time, gradually became temporarily calm. People put on heavy cotton-padded clothes or coats and began to buy new year goods in preparation for the New Year. There was a little bit of hope and a little bit of rare joy on people's faces.
The bustling streets are still full of lights and green lights everywhere. Xianle Mansion, which has been taken over by foreigners, still has flashing neon lights, people drinking wine and singing every night, but there is only a little less passion and a little less fanaticism.
Just because there is missing a figure that is so dazzling that people can't open their eyes, like the sun.
Chu Hanyi, who was wearing a black coat, stood at the door and stared blankly for a long time, then walked past quietly like a wandering spirit.
"Chu Yihan."
Amidst the noise, a sound that was neither light nor heavy, but like a clear spring, suddenly came.
Chu Yihan thought for a while before realizing that someone was calling him.
He slowly turned his head, his eyes lifeless.
In the rotating and flashing neon lights, a pretty figure was standing there, hands in pockets, eyes crooked, looking at him with a smile.
Su Qiao, who was dressed elegantly, brushed her short chestnut curly hair that fell to her ears, and said with a smile, "Would you like to go in and dance?"
Chu Yihan blinked his expressionless eyes, slowly turned his head, and continued to walk slowly.
He was dreaming again.
I can't tell the difference between reality and fantasy anymore.
Su Qiao was stunned.
No way?
She just cut her hair short and made her facial features look a little bolder. Can't you tell?