Chapter 153: From Your Mouth to God's Ears

Even with the rain pouring down, it couldn't stop the police officers inside the squad car from stacking their heads one over the other against the window, trying hard to peer out at the scene.

Each and every one of them stretched their necks out like giraffes.

"What's the situation now? That must be Xiao Yu's boyfriend, right?"

"Holy crap, I couldn't even clearly see what he looks like, but I somehow inexplicably feel like he's handsome!"

In the rainy mist of dawn, the surroundings were draped in a thin veil of haze.

In a posture utterly devoid of a sense of security, the young man bent his waist and buried his face deeply into the crook of the young girl's neck.

The bright beams of the car's headlights pierced through the mist, spilling over them and making them look as though they were draped in a hazy veil of gauze.

They embraced tightly, time freezing at this very moment.

It was as if the most beautiful illusion had arisen within this bustling and damp season.

Everything around them faded into insignificance.

Not a single sound stirred.

Qin Mingyu, sitting in the driver's seat of the sports car, slumped over the steering wheel with a full-blown "motherly" smile, looking with a tinge of sour envy at the tender scene unfolding ahead.

It resembled a slow-motion shot in a movie, yet it was genuinely happening right before his eyes.

He racked his brain, desperately trying to find ornate vocabulary to describe such a scene.

Yet, his words ultimately fell short and thin, unable to articulate the young man's blazing emotions and the surging undercurrents of his pulse.

It all boiled down to one single thought—

Damn it, it even made him want to fall in love!

"They're moving, they're moving!" The moment there was any movement over there, Li Zhizhi became immensely excited, front-row spectator that she was. "Holy crap, Xiao Yu got pushed away!"

"What? Pushed away?"

"How could she be pushed away? Weren't they just hugging each other?"

Li Zhizhi acted like a wartime journalist, providing an excited and thrilling commentary for the oblivious crowd in the back. "That's right, after being pushed away, Xiao Yu immediately launched a counterattack, her hands tightly wrapping around the young man's slender waist. Hmm, he might even have abs, but I can't see because of the distance, though I'm guessing he probably does. Pay attention, look closely—the young man's hands are resting on Xiao Yu's shoulders; he seems still angry and is trying to push her away, but Xiao Yu is holding on so tightly that he can't push her off!"

The police officers: "..."

Tang Yu had no idea that her current efforts to coax her boyfriend were being watched by an entire troop.

The second she was pushed away, she immediately clung right back onto him.

With her small, wet head tilted slightly upward, damp strands of hair clinging to her temples, she looked up at him pitifully.

"Bian Yang, you're so fierce."

He had clearly been holding her so tightly just a moment ago, yet now he was pushing her away with such icy detachment.

The young man lowered his eyelids slightly, raindrops from the tips of his black hair falling one by one onto her cheeks, his gaze as cold and unfathomable as a deep, hidden abyss.

He simply stared fixedly at her like that, and after a moment, his thin lips parted. "Let go."

"No."

She hugged him even tighter.

In the end, she simply lunged forward, standing fiercely on tiptoes and looping her arms around his neck, a posture that made it even harder for him to push her away.

She was acting somewhat shamelessly, burying her face affectionately into the crook of his neck.

Bian Yang's Adam's apple slowly bobbed up and down. Finally, running out of options, he slid his hands under the backs of her knees and lifted her straight up into his arms.

A squeal of excitement immediately erupted from inside the police car as Li Zhizhi covered her mouth and frantically slapped the person next to her.

"Oh my lord, he picked her up! He picked her up! Tang Yu is being shoved into the car, into that black sports car!"

The male police officer beside her winced in pain from her blows.

Was it Tang Yu getting carried or her? Why was she getting so worked up?

Tang Yu was carefully placed into the front passenger seat, coming face-to-face with Qin Mingyu in the driver's seat.

Bian Yang's body was still getting drenched in the rain, but he didn't seem to care in the least. He dug a blanket out from the car, wrapped her up securely, and dried her hair with moderate firmness.

After rubbing it for just a few seconds, as if remembering something, he let go and dropped the blanket right over Tang Yu's head. "Dry it yourself."

She peeked out at him from beneath the furry blanket with clear eyes, no longer caring that Qin Mingyu was right there. With an obedient expression, she acted spoiled, her voice a bit raspy, sounding far less soft and tender than she imagined.

"But I want my boyfriend to help me dry it."

Compared to those trivial remnants of reticence, she clearly wanted Bian Yang much more.

Yet, for the very first time, Bian Yang turned a blind eye to her sweet-talking antics.

With a completely expressionless face, he also tossed his jacket over her head and leaned over to turn on the heater.

By the time she pulled the jacket off her head, Bian Yang had already closed the car door, picked up the umbrella she had previously discarded, and strode toward the direction of the police.

Tang Yu wanted to get out of the car, but Qin Mingyu stopped her and locked the doors.

"Little Sis Xiao Yu, I suggest you stay put. Brother Yang is extremely furious right now. Having spent all these years with him, this is the first time I've ever seen him looking so out of control. You'd better not provoke him for the time being."

Tang Yu was completely swaddled in the blanket, her hair still dripping water, her head drooping as she slumped in utter despair. "Then what should I do?"

Qin Mingyu spread his hands. "You didn't see what he looked like when he arrived—I was scared to death! It's going to be tough to smooth things over this time!"

Through the curtain of rain, Tang Yu looked out. The young man's figure was blurred by the relentless downpour.

He wouldn't actually break up with her, would he...

The thought startled her, and she immediately shook her head to herself. "No way, he definitely won't break up with me."

Though she said those words, her hands were already tightly clutching the damp hem of her skirt.

"Breaking up probably won't happen," Qin Mingyu analyzed, rubbing his chin. "If Brother Yang really wanted to break up with you, would he have chased you all the way here? Would he have carried you into the car and given you a blanket? If he were truly heartless, it'd be a miracle if he didn't suffocate you with that blanket instead. So, you see, there's still room for maneuver."

Tang Yu felt this made sense and humbly asked for advice. "Then what should I do now?"

"Coax him, what else can you do!"

—

Amidst the endless rain, the people inside the bus watched as the young man held a black umbrella and walked toward their direction.

Until he came to a halt right in front of Tang Yu's suitcase, the umbrella canopy slowly lifting.

The young man's features gradually came into focus.

The dim streetlights cast an indistinct, shadowy border over his sharply defined facial contours.

This was an exceptionally young and exquisite face.

His features carried a chilling sternness, seemingly lingering right at the boundary between raw youth and seductive magnetism.

The corners of his brows and eyes retained the haughtiness proper to a youth, yet those eyes steeped in the night carried absolutely no emotion, radiating instead the chilling aura of someone in a position of authority.

It was a natural, innate dominance.

With one hand casually tucked into his pocket and the other holding the umbrella, Bian Yang swept a cool gaze across all the males in the police car.

Finally, the corners of his lips curved upward slightly, every movement of his exuding an aristocratic composure and restraint.

"During this time, our Xiao Yu has caused you all trouble."

For some reason, everyone caught a strong scent of gunpowder wafting from this single, short sentence.

Especially the words "our Xiao Yu," which seemed to be deliberately emphasized, acting as a declaration of territorial sovereignty.

Li Zhizhi was left completely dumbfounded.

The loose-fitting top the young man wore was plastered against his body by the rain, faintly outlining the contours of his abdominal muscles.

No wonder Tang Yu was constantly talking about her boyfriend day in and day out...

Aside from his figure, there was also this face—it really was a sparrow eating a cricket, quite a "chrip-ing" handsome catch! (TN: A playful pun on the Chinese slang for striking looks.)

Li Zhizhi sighed inwardly, thinking that Tang Yu really hit the jackpot with this kid.

"Not at all, not at all! This time we actually owe it all to Xiao Yu, otherwise things wouldn't have gone so smoothly!"

Li Zhizhi hastily chimed in.

Bian Yang cast a cool glance her way, his voice magnetic and pleasant to the ear, yet edged with a trace of thin chill. "You must be the Zhizhi-jie that Xiao Yu often mentions."

Li Zhizhi's eyes lit up, looking slightly shy. "Oh my, Xiao Yu even mentioned me to you? What kind of things did she say about me?"

Bian Yang smiled. "She praised you for being both beautiful and kind-hearted, always helping her find boyfriends."

"..."

The smile frozen on Li Zhizhi's face stiffened, and his piercing gaze made her heart skip a beat.

She felt as though the moment she was targeted, her head had been drilled open with wind whistling right through it.

Even with her slow reaction time, she could guess that he had come to settle scores.

"No such thing! Could I possibly be a senior who ruins other people's matches... hahaha."

Li Zhizhi forced an awkward laugh, frantically pinching the person beside her to get him to speak up.

Yet the young guy beside her casually swatted her hand away, crossed his arms, and rested them behind his head, pretending to be bored.

He adopted a complete "let the fellow Daoist die rather than this poor monk" stance of quiet detachment.

It made Li Zhizhi so angry she could hardly breathe.

These people certainly hadn't been acting like this just a moment ago!

The young man's voice was faint and detached. "Our Xiao Yu is very smart, yet very stubborn. No matter how difficult a path is, even if she has to bite her teeth until they shatter, she will swallow the blood right along with them." After a moment, he paused and softly added, "In this regard, I'm different from her. Things I dislike—no one can force me to see through to the end. But the sole exception is loving her..."

Word by word, beneath the dim light, the fluctuating emotions in Bian Yang's eyes were starkly apparent.

"No one can shake my resolve."

The young man's voice carried through the thin misty rain, clear enough for everyone in the car to hear every single word.

"Therefore, I will not give anyone the chance to snatch her away from me."

If the smell of gunpowder earlier could have been dismissed as an illusion, this time it was undeniably a battlefield thick with the smoke of war.

Li Zhizhi was stunned for a moment before waving her hands frantically. "No, no! Not snatching, not snatching at all! I also think the two of you are a great match!"

Where on earth would she find the guts to snatch her now?

That gaze of his looked ready to slice her into pieces!

"All those things we said earlier were just jokes, please don't take it to heart. You two should have a good talk!"

Bian Yang let out an "en," the hand withdrawing from his pocket gripping the handle of the young girl's suitcase. "Then I'll take your auspicious words."