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Lin Yan yanked on the iron chain, but her strength was too slight; Song Yuhang stood unmovable.
She cursed loudly in frustration, trying to push her away with her left hand, yet she was pulled into her embrace, Song Yuhang holding her wrist.
“That person just now, wanted to kill you, right?”
Lin Yan breathed heavily, “Knowing that and you still won’t let me go?”
Song Yuhang, unperturbed, took a few steps forward, pulling on the iron chain, forcing Lin Yan to follow suit.
“You’d be much safer with me.”
“Pah!” Lin Yan spat disdainfully, cursing inwardly, always a bad omen when around her.
The two of them, hand in hand, with the keys in Song Yuhang’s right pocket, could only walk side by side, shoulder to shoulder. Lin Yan, with a cunning gleam in her eye, spoke softly.
“Look, walking out like this in front of so many people, isn’t it a bit improper? A person needs face as a tree needs bark. Let me go, and I will still follow you willingly.”
Lin Yan slightly raised her right wrist, smiling at her in a flattering manner.
Song Yuhang’s lips slightly curved up: “I think you’re right, so let’s do this—”
Saying so, she grabbed her hand and stuffed it into her own jacket pocket.
Lin Yan stumbled, nearly biting her own tongue off.
She ground her teeth fiercely: “Song, Yu, Hang.”
For some reason, whether it was her tone, her demeanor, or the way she moved, there was always a shadow of Lin Yan about her.
This sense of familiarity compelled her to want to do something beyond the ordinary towards her, like now, grabbing her hand and stuffing it into her own pocket. Yet, when she came back to her senses, she was again overwhelmed by a surge of guilt from head to toe.
Song Yuhang’s eyes carried a hint of sorrow as she let go of her wrist, intending to take off her jacket to cover the handcuffs.
Lin Yan glanced at her movement, a spark of inspiration hit her—her chance had arrived!
Just as the key was taken out from the pocket, Lin Yan made a direct grab for it.
Song Yuhang quickly clenched the key within her palm and reflexively blocked her attempt.
She hadn’t expected that Pei Jinhong would actually not be able to dodge it, especially since it was just a simple straight punch.
The frail woman in front of her bent down, coughing awkwardly a few times, and then was pulled backward by inertia, hitting her waist against the railing. She slightly tilted her head back, her black hair forming an arc, her forehead covered in cold sweat.
Song Yuhang’s pupils shrank, and she was also pulled over by the chain. However, she quickly wrapped her arm around her waist and pulled her towards her to prevent her from falling down.
Lin Yan felt dizzy and disoriented for a moment. When she regained her senses, her head was resting against her shoulder, and her left hand was pressed against her softness.
Song Yuhang also realized the impropriety, coughed twice, and let go of her: “Don’t move around. You can’t beat me. Let’s go.”
As she spoke, she quickly let go of her hand as if she had encountered some ferocious beast. Her face turned somewhat red, and she wiped her hand on her pants over and over again.
Seeing her actions, Lin Yan immediately became furious, feeling like her lungs were about to explode from anger.
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“What do you mean, am I a dirty thing???”
Song Yuhang answered while dragging her forward.
“No.”
“Did I make you feel disgusted?”
“No.”
“Then why do you despise me so much?”
“I…” Song Yuhang was choked up for a moment, her complex and contradictory emotions probably unspeakable to others.
As they talked, they had walked outside.
The rain had stopped, and the street lamps reflected a pair of long figures in the puddle.
She stared at the silhouette that resembled Lin Yan, and spoke indifferently.
“I already have someone in my heart, so I can’t get close to anyone else.”
Lin Yan slightly curved her lips but then forcefully suppressed that curve, turning her head and coldly said,
“How old-fashioned. Who would only like one person in their whole life? The world is so big, why hang oneself on a single tree.”
Song Yuhang trudged through the water, her head bowed, murmuring softly, “Yes.”
Lin Yan didn’t catch it: “What?”
She lifted her head and repeated loudly, “Yes!”
The two were close, startling Lin Yan.
“Are you crazy? Why the hell are you suddenly so loud, what ‘yes’?”
Song Yuhang slightly smiled, “There must be such people.”
Lin Yan shook her head and laughed contemptuously, “I don’t believe it. Who do you think there is?”
She grew up in an environment full of deception and treachery, where her father exemplified what it meant to be “fickle-hearted” and to “change loyalties as one pleases.”
Both Lin Yan and Pei Jinhong probably felt cold and disgusted towards phrases like “together forever, just the two of us.”
However, Song Yuhang’s tone carried a hint of cheerfulness, as if she had accomplished something remarkable.
“Yes, me. When I see her again, I can tell her that I’ve always loved her, always waited for her, and never changed.”
Though, I don’t know when I’ll be able to see her again.
Song Yuhang thought about this, her nose tingling slightly with emotion. Then, she suddenly snapped back to reality, wondering why she was sharing so much about her romantic life with a suspect.
She laughed at herself mockingly, only to notice the other person’s gaze firmly fixed on her face, a glimmer of moisture shining in her eyes.
Just as she was about to take a closer look, Lin Yan turned her face away with a scornful laugh.
“I think you must be sick, and not just a little,” she said, even though her words were harsh.
Despite saying so, there was always a sour yet sweet warmth swirling in her heart.
Fearing that she might burst into tears if she kept looking at her, Lin Yan promptly turned her face away, using curse words to mask the true feelings of warmth inside.
Song Yuhang also shook her head, probably feeling that there was no point in talking to her, stopped speaking, and walked to the roadside to hail a taxi. She opened the door and gestured for her to get in first.
Lin Yan didn’t move, knowing if she decided to go with her tonight, although Feng Jianguo would bail her out, it would mean all her efforts in her undercover work would be wasted.
She pushed her a few times, gasping for breath.
“Let me go, and I’ll give you money.”
Song Yuhang held her in control and sneered.
“Can money buy back a life?”
As they struggled, the driver, having grown impatient, drove off. Then, a green taxi stopped beside them.
Song Yuhang pushed her into the car and locked the door.
“Driver, to the City Public Security Bureau.”
“Ugh!” Lin Yan struggled, but was quickly silenced and pressed down into the seat as Song Yuhang grabbed her neck and growled lowly.
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“Don’t move, I don’t want to be rough with you.”
Lin Yan looked up in panic, her heart skipping a beat.
She was too familiar with that kind of look, the sharp and threatening gaze she used to see in the eyes of criminal suspects every time.
Song Yuhang might be soft-hearted towards her, but she wouldn’t abandon her principles for her, not even in the past.
Lin Yan’s eyes darted around; no, she had to think of a way to escape. She couldn’t call for backup because if Liu Zhi and the others saw her with Song Yuhang, she would be doomed.
She calmed down and nodded desperately.
Seeing her no longer struggling, Song Yuhang finally let go of her.
The car moved forward, the road somewhat bumpy.
Song Yuhang’s coat covered both their wrists, and she glanced outside.
“Master, this doesn’t seem to be the way to the Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau.”
The driver, wearing sunglasses, didn’t turn around.
“There’s construction ahead; we need to take a long detour.”
Illuminated by the dim car lights, Lin Yan looked outside and saw several construction road signs blocking the way.
The signs read, “Vehicles detour.”
The driver reversed and turned, entering a smaller path.
Song Yuhang silently straightened her back, observing the road conditions.
Lin Yan poked her palm with a finger.
Song Yuhang looked over.
The other person was making faces.
“Guess, is it to kill me this time, or to kill you?”
She spoke with her lips.
Song Yuhang also moved her mouth silently: “We’ll know once we get off the car.”
In the end, thinking she might be scared, she added another line.
“Don’t be afraid, I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Lin Yan rolled her eyes, secretly seething with anger.
Damn Song Yuhang, is she this gentle, considerate, and understanding towards everyone?!
Of course, she didn’t know that if it weren’t for her having a face very similar to Lin Yan’s, Song Yuhang wouldn’t bother with her at all.
As the taxi gradually veered off the main road, under the cover of the dark night and howling wind, there were no pedestrians in sight.
Song Yuhang leaned forward, “Master, just drop us here, we’ll walk the rest of the way.”
The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror and responded, “It’s still a long way off.”
With some difficulty, she reached into her pocket and handed over some money.
“Please, it’s trouble, but we won’t be riding further.”
The driver glanced at the road, realizing they were close to the destination. He slowly pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the car, saying, “Alright.”
As he unbuckled his seat belt and was giving Song Yuhang change, their wrists crossed. Suddenly, the driver grabbed her tightly and pulled out a fruit knife from his coat pocket, stabbing directly towards her chest.
Song Yuhang, with one hand handcuffed to Lin Yan, found her only free right hand seized by someone. The situation couldn’t be more dangerous. In a split second, she yelled out loudly.
“Raise your hands!”
Lin Yan hadn’t understood what was happening before everything went dark. All she heard was a loud clang.
She raised her right hand high, the iron chain firmly caught the blade, and she threw herself into Song Yuhang’s arms, face down on her thighs.
“Sh*t.”
Lin Yan blurted out a curse from the back of her throat: “Why the hell did you start fighting just like that?!”
Song Yuhang ignored her, pulling on the iron chain to fling the blade away, smashing it against the car window.
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“Get up!”
This time, Lin Yan didn’t wait to act and quickly slid down from her seat. Song Yuhang lifted her right foot and delivered a flying kick to the chest, falling onto the seat. The driver was kicked down onto the steering wheel, hitting his head hard.
She went to pry open the right side door: “Let’s go!”
Lin Yan headed to open the left side: “This way!”
Due to inertia, the two were pulled back together again, crashing into each other, facing each other in bewilderment.
“Which way is it?!!!” Lin Yan roared.
A slight smile appeared on Song Yuhang’s lips, but her gaze caught the driver pulling out a black object from his pocket.
And that knife aimed straight at her chest was clearly meant for her.
Song Yuhang’s expression turned stern, the smile freezing on her face. With her right hand, she embraced her, using her back as a human cushion, and with her in her arms, they rolled and scrambled out of the car.
The two landed in the roadside bushes, getting splashed with rain and mud, while bullets following them hit the car door, sparking and banging loudly.
The driver, gun in hand, chased after them.
Song Yuhang helped her off the ground, and the two of them limped towards the forest.
Lin Yan spat out a few mouthfuls of grass roots, “Ptui, ptui,” but before she could speak, she was pushed by someone and hidden behind a banyan tree.
Song Yuhang took out a key from her pocket, looked at it, and quickly unlocked her handcuffs, speaking hurriedly and anxiously as she did.
“The person is after me and won’t harm you. You need to run, find a nearby police station and turn yourself in. I don’t know why the person chasing you wants to kill you, but right now, probably only the police can ensure your safety.”
The sound of rain in the forest mixed with loud gunshots, and footsteps were already nearby.
“Why set me free? You know I won’t—”
Won’t turn myself in.
Song Yuhang smiled, picked up a coat that had fallen to the ground, and draped it over her shoulders. Without any hesitation, she got up, pulled a mechanical stick from behind her waist, and snapped it straight, ready to face the oncoming battle.
“Because this is my own issue, it has nothing to do with you.”
Even if she’s a suspect, she shouldn’t bring others down with her, costing them their lives.
Lin Yan understood her implied meaning. Glancing at the coat on her shoulder still warm, her eyes then fell on the mechanical stick she was holding, a slight movement in her throat.
How could she not know, a person who only fought with fists, when had she also started to wield sticks and batons?
Seeing her staring at her without moving, Song Yuhang turned her head back. The rain had wet her hair, trickling down her cheeks and tightly sticking the shirt to her body, further highlighting her beautiful lines and wildness.
She growled, “Let’s go!”
Lin Yan engraved her every look into her marrow, leaning on the tree to stand up. Fingers clutching the jacket, she lifted her eyes to look at her, lips trembling, her face pale, yet she remained silent.
After a moment of eye contact.
She decisively turned around, limping towards the opposite direction.
Song Yuhang then took up her mechanical stick and threw herself at the enemy.