The Crippled CEO Fell For Me

Ji Yan’s moves looked like the moves of that top-secret figure from the family, but how could that be? Ji Yan was clearly a young businessman, and that top-secret figure had only appeared seven years ago. How old was Ji Yan seven years ago? There was no way! "What’s your relationship with Wild Wolf?" Zhan Cangqiong growled in a low voice.

Ji Yan did not answer. Instead, he silently gave Zhan Cangqiong a punch, stifling the rest of his sentence. Zhan Cangqiong spat out a mouthful of blood. The humiliation he felt was even more severe than the pain in his body. Shouldn’t these businessmen have big bellies or look strong but have no strength at all? Why was Ji Yan so powerful? Why was he the one getting beaten up? He was the future heir of the Zhan family, the future King of Darkness. It was an eternal embarrassment that he had been beaten so ruthlessly by Ji Yan, a mere businessman!

"Don’t fight, don’t fight anymore!" Shen Sisi finally came back to her senses after a long while. She was scared out of her wits. When she saw Zhan Cangqiong’s miserable state, she couldn’t help but scream and rush forward, "Stop hitting him. He’ll die. Stop hitting him!" She could not hold back her tears as she stood in front of Zhan Cangqiong to protect him. She closed her eyes and shouted, "If you want to hit someone, hit me. Don’t hit him!"

Shen Hanxing was speechless. Had Shen Sisi’s head been kicked by a donkey? Could her tiny frame withstand Ji Yan’s fist?

Even though Shen Hanxing did not like Shen Sisi’s behavior, she had to admit that it was useful. In order to avoid contact with Shen Sisi, Ji Yan could only retract his fist and throw Zhan Cangqiong to the ground. Then, he quickly retreated as if he was avoiding the plague. When she noticed Ji Yan’s actions, Shen Sisi felt humiliated and her tears flowed even faster.

Zhan Cangqiong fell to the ground, his face pressed against the warm ground. The blood dripping from his forehead blurred his vision. He looked at Shen Sisi’s slender figure standing in front of him, and as he listened to her cries, and a complicated warmth welled up in his heart. "Silly girl." He couldn’t help but grin with blood on his face and say, "You’re so worried about me?" He felt a little regretful. Shen Sisi was just like the first time he met her - pure, kind, and angelic. This was the second time she had saved him. How could he doubt Shen Sisi’s innocence just because of those investigation materials? She was clearly the best and kindest girl in the world.