Chapter 71: You Are So Fierce

Gu Yan put herself in his shoes for a moment.

If she had waited for Shen Yanhui at a restaurant for ages, and the other party not only didn't show up but also ended up at the police station.

She would definitely be even angrier.

Therefore, it was also normal for him to be angry.

But it didn't matter; she would just coax him a little.

She put away her phone and sat back down in her seat obediently. Beside her, Gu Lin leaned in and whispered, "Is that the brother-in-law calling?"

Gu Yan's mouth twitched: "Brother-in-law?"

"I mean Mr. Shen, what did he say?"

Gu Yan couldn't help but roll her eyes: "He said for us to wait."

"Wait? What kind of tone was the 'wait' in? Waiting to settle scores or waiting to bail us out?" Gu Lin was a bit confused.

Hearing this, Gu Yan also became a bit uncertain: "It should be to bail us out, right..."

The two were whispering as if no one else was around, and the police officer couldn't help but knock on the table again.

About half an hour later, the door to the mediation room was pushed open.

Gu Yan looked up and met a pair of pitch-black eyes.

Shen Yanhui stood at the doorway, wearing a well-pressed dark gray suit, his shirt collar fastened neatly, looking ascetic and noble.

His figure was tall and straight, his brows and eyes calm; just standing there, he brought an invisible sense of oppression.

Gu Yan blinked.

Every girl must have fantasized in her childhood about a Prince Charming draped in light, stepping over all obstacles to arrive before her.

At this moment, Shen Yanhui perfectly matched her fantasy.

If the background wasn't the mottled green wall paint of the police station, and not the row of cold iron-barred windows behind him.

Iron bars.

Gu Yan's train of thought was instantly dragged back to reality.

Shen Yanhui didn't speak, his gaze falling heavily on the young girl, pausing for two seconds, then shifting away as he turned sideways to make room.

Chang Su and a middle-aged man carrying a briefcase walked in.

The lawyer stepped forward and handed over a business card: "Captain Wang, hello, I am Mr. Shen's legal representative."

Captain Wang took the card and looked at Shen Yanhui again: "Mr. Shen?"

Shen Yanhui finally spoke: "I am Gu Yan's husband."

Clatter—

The pen in Gu Lin's hand fell to the ground.

His expression gradually changed from confusion to shock, then to disbelief; he turned his head abruptly to look at Gu Yan.

Gu Yan pretended not to see.

Captain Wang was clearly also stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted: "So that's how it is... Since you are family, then..."

"Captain Wang," the lawyer interrupted at the right moment, making a "please" gesture, "shall we talk outside?"

Captain Wang nodded, and the two walked out of the mediation room.

The door closed.

Now only Shen Yanhui, Gu Yan, Gu Lin, and Chen Zhiyuan, who was pale in the corner, remained in the room.

He was already completely stunned.

There was no one who hadn't heard of Shen Yanhui's name.

In Jingcheng, his name represented power.

Shen Yanhui still didn't speak.

He walked to the bench against the wall and sat down, legs crossed, hands resting on his knees, his gaze looking calmly ahead.

But Gu Yan could feel that his peripheral vision was locked onto her the whole time.

That silent low pressure made her scalp tingle.

Five minutes later, the lawyer and Captain Wang returned.

The matter wasn't complicated; Gu Yan and Gu Lin filled out a pile of forms under the lawyer's guidance. At the end, Captain Wang waved his hand: "Alright, you can go, but don't let it happen again; don't be so impulsive in the future."

The two nodded obediently.

Before leaving, Gu Yan didn't forget Chen Zhiyuan.

"Chen Zhiyuan, you'd better kneel before my sister tonight and repent, otherwise..." She deliberately didn't finish her sentence, instead glancing toward Shen Yanhui's direction.

Having a powerful husband, one must naturally know how to borrow his influence.

Chen Zhiyuan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but fell silent under the gaze Shen Yanhui swept over him.

Gu Yan hummed lightly, stepped in her high heels, and left with great momentum.

In the hallway, Gu Lin finally couldn't hold it in.

He grabbed Gu Yan, gritting his teeth: "Gu Yan! You've got some nerve, you really had a flash marriage?!"

Gu Yan didn't look at him, her eyes following the man striding ahead: "I'll explain to you later."

She pulled her hand away and jogged to catch up with Shen Yanhui.

Hearing the footsteps coming from behind, Shen Yanhui paused, subconsciously slowing his pace.

Gu Yan caught up to him and tugged on his cuff: "Shen Yanhui."

He didn't stop.

Her eyes darted, she let out an "oops" and tilted her body to the side.

Just as she was about to fall to the ground, an arm reached across and firmly wrapped around her waist. Shen Yanhui had already turned around at some point, half-embracing her in his arms.

"What's wrong?" He frowned, his voice unnaturally cold and hard.

Gu Yan leaned into him, her brows slightly furrowed, and said pitifully, "My foot... I think I twisted it."

As she spoke, she took a light breath, as if she were truly in pain.

Shen Yanhui lowered his eyes to look at her; the light from the streetlamp hit from the side, casting alternating shadows of light and dark across his face.

"You deserve it."

But the next moment, he bent down and scooped her up horizontally into his arms.

Gu Yan continued to play the victim, wrapping her arms around his neck, her voice soft and sweet: "I'm sorry, I know I was wrong. I should have told you in advance, making you wait so long."

"I was scared to death, the police were so fierce..." She paused, "... and you were so fierce too..."

Shen Yanhui lowered his head: "I was fierce?"

Gu Yan climbed up the pole as it was offered: "You haven't spoken to me since just now, and you're saying you weren't fierce?"

Shen Yanhui looked at her bright and beautiful face; she had no idea what he was angry about.

Or rather, she knew, but didn't care.

He didn't speak, walking toward the car parked on the side of the road without saying a word.

Gu Yan pondered that she needed to find another way to coax him.

So, she leaned forward again, wanting to kiss him.

This was her habitual way of acting spoiled to coax him, and it worked every single time.

But this time, Shen Yanhui turned his head and avoided it.

The kiss landed on his jawline.

Gu Yan froze.

Immediately, a wave of grievance welled up: "I've already apologized and coaxed you, what else do you want?"

Shen Yanhui looked at her and finally spoke, his voice low: "You think that's what I'm angry about?"

"If not, then what?"

Shen Yanhui's temple throbbed; she really didn't know.

Gu Yan's temper flared up too, and she struggled to get down from his arms. Such a small person, yet no one knew where she got the strength, so Shen Yanhui had no choice but to put her down.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, she turned and walked away.

Her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

The force was great; she was yanked back, her back pressed against the cold car door.

Shen Yanhui held her waist and lowered his head to kiss her.

This kiss was not gentle at all, carrying a thick sense of possessiveness, or perhaps the meaning of punishment.

Gu Yan was furious; why should he get to kiss her whenever he wanted?

She struggled to push him away and bit him.

The taste of blood spread between their lips and teeth.

Shen Yanhui didn't stop; instead, he kissed deeper and harder, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

Gu Yan's tears fell.

Shen Yanhui finally stopped, resting his forehead against hers, his breathing heavy. His lower lip had been bitten open by her, and beads of blood were seeping out.

"You bastard..." Gu Yan cried and cursed.

Shen Yanhui used his thumb to wipe the tears from her face, his movements not particularly gentle.

"You remembered to call Gu Lin, but didn't remember to call me."

Gu Lin, who had just come out of the police station, heard this and was suddenly stunned.

No, man.

How are you even getting jealous of your brother-in-law?