Chapter 112: Is She Someone You Can Touch?

“Yao, let’s ignore her,” Cheng Yanchi said, placing a hand on Jiang Yao’s shoulder as he led her away.

Ye Yiyi watched their retreating figures, her gaze falling softly, a fleeting shadow of sorrow crossing her face.

Jiang Yao, feeling stifled in the room, found a quiet corner to sit in. From a distance, she noticed a security guard waving at her from the entrance.

Curious, she approached him. “Is there something you need?”

“Are you Miss Jiang Yao?”

“You know me?”

The guard shook his head. “No, I don’t know you personally. But a guest recognized you and asked me to deliver this.” He handed her a beautifully wrapped gift box.

Jiang Yao glanced at the box but didn’t take it immediately.

“What kind of person was it?”

“A young lady, said she’s a friend of yours and wanted to give you this gift.”

A young lady? Jiang Yao wasn’t one to have many acquaintances, and the few young ladies she did know wouldn’t be attending such an event tonight. Besides, if someone wanted to give her a gift, why bother going through the trouble of handing it over covertly?

Puzzled, she accepted the box, gave it a gentle shake to hear what was inside, then scanned the crowd of guests.

Could it be... Ye Yiyi?

Perhaps she wanted to make amends but was too shy to say so directly, choosing this gift as a peace offering?

With that thought, Jiang Yao thanked the guard, then retreated to a secluded corner of the corridor to open the box.

Upon opening it, she froze for several seconds.

Inside was something painfully familiar.

A beautifully crafted doll.

Her hands trembled as she carefully lifted the doll’s dress to reveal a glaring “Z” stitched on its chest.

Zeng Qiwen—he was supposed to be dead.

She had seen him fall from the building with her own eyes.

How could this be?

Jiang Yao had thought she had finally escaped the shadows of the past, but now, staring at the doll before her, a sudden doubt crept in: was this nightmare destined to haunt her forever?

No, no.

She took a deep breath.

“Jiang Yao, calm down. Zeng Qiwen is dead. He can’t possibly be part of your life anymore.”

She whispered to herself, forcing a steadying breath. “This must be from someone else.”

Someone who knew her history, someone imitating Zeng Qiwen to instill fear in her.

Who on earth held such a grudge against her?

Lost in thought, she suddenly heard voices from the far end of the corridor.

“Man, I really can’t leave right now. How about this—you save one for me, and when this ends, I’ll come over to try it.”

It was Luo Yixian’s voice.

Try it? Try what?

Jiang Yao instinctively clutched the box tighter and pressed herself against the wall.

“I heard those new wildcats are pretty,” Luo Yixian added.

Given Luo Yixian’s usual reputation, Jiang Yao knew exactly what he meant. Gritting her teeth, she cursed him silently a thousand times, then surreptitiously activated the voice recorder on her phone.

Ye Yiyi must be blind to associate with someone like him.

Jiang Yao couldn’t understand what charm Luo Yixian possessed to keep Ye Yiyi so infatuated.

But it didn’t matter. Soon, she would have all his words recorded and would play them for Ye Yiyi.

Luo Yixian was about to be exposed for who he truly was.

“Speaking of Ye Yiyi,” Luo Yixian sneered, “she’s really pretty. I plan to keep her around for a while until I get bored. Don’t worry, is there any woman I can’t handle? I already have her wrapped around my finger.”

Bastard!

Jiang Yao spat in her mind. If it weren’t for preserving evidence, she would have stormed out and taught him a lesson.

Just then, her phone vibrated loudly in her hand.

Startled, she quickly tried to silence it, but it was too late.

Luo Yixian appeared right in front of her.

At nearly six feet tall, he looked down at Jiang Yao, barely over five feet, with a condescending glare that felt like an accusation.

“What are you doing here?”

Jiang Yao pressed her lips together and casually slipped her phone behind her back. “Do I owe you an explanation? This isn’t your territory. I can do whatever I want here.”

“What did you hear?” Luo Yixian pressed further.

The intense pressure made Jiang Yao instinctively step back. “Then what exactly did you say?”

“What’s that in your hand?” Luo Yixian’s eyes locked onto her wrist. “Are you recording?”

“Hmph, none of your business!” Jiang Yao stiffened, ready to walk away.

Suddenly, Luo Yixian’s hand gripped her wrist tightly.

He exerted great force, trying to snatch her phone.

“What are you doing? Let go! Let go, do you hear me?!” Jiang Yao held on to her phone fiercely, then shouted at the top of her lungs, “Assault!”

Before he could react, a solid punch landed on Luo Yixian’s cheek.

Before he could recover, another strike hit his abdomen.

Luo Yixian released Jiang Yao and staggered back two steps.

His eyes widened as he saw He Yunqing standing firmly in front of Jiang Yao, his gaze sharp and unyielding.

“Is she someone you can touch?” He Yunqing’s voice was calm but cold as the harshest winter wind.

Luo Yixian rubbed his bruised face, glancing from He Yunqing to Jiang Yao, then suddenly smirked. “Hey, didn’t you just clear the air a few days ago? Why are you so protective of this woman now? Honestly, He Yunqing, just admit it—you and her have something going on, don’t you?”

Jiang Yao looked at He Yunqing’s handsome profile and bit her lip silently. “Luo Yixian, don’t spread lies. You’re the filthy one who sees everyone else as dirty.”

“Filthy?” Luo Yixian mocked, eyeing Jiang Yao up and down. “If we’re talking filth, who’s dirtier than you? I’ve seen all those rumors—probably all true, huh?”

Before he finished, He Yunqing’s fist rose again, landing multiple punches on Luo Yixian.

“This punch is to teach you to mind your own mouth!”

Jiang Yao felt a pang of worry. There were too many people here tonight.

If word got out that He Yunqing was fighting Luo Yixian, who knew what chaos would erupt.

“He Yunqing, enough!” someone called out.

But He Yunqing didn’t stop.

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