novelraw Chapter 742: Pseudo-Truth 12
Chapter 742: Pseudo-Truth 12
"Niannian, how are you?" Feng Yan went over and gently pushed Xia Yinian’s arm."Third Young Master, Miss Niannian just had a toast with Seventh Young Master and seems to be quite drunk," Yuan Yaying whispered to Feng Yan.
She had promised Niannian that they were just ordinary friends in public and should not have too much physical contact.
For two or three minutes, Yuan Yaying didn’t know what to do as she watched Xia Yinian drunk.
Fortunately, the Third Young Master came and she finally felt relieved.
Feng Yan met Yuan Yaying’s gaze and nodded lightly.
His simple action and his gentle demeanor really fit well.
The Third Young Master of the Feng Family has many attractive qualities, but Yuan Yaying’s heart only holds one idol, and that is Seventh Young Master, perhaps it will never change.
Thus, in response to Feng Yan’s gaze, she only pursed her lips and did nothing more.
Feng Yan didn’t pay much attention either, and with a motion, he brushed back Xia Yinian’s long hair and saw her face, he then bent down and picked up the drunk girl in a horizontal carry.
"Don’t touch me! I said, don’t touch me!" the dazed girl slapped on Feng Yan’s chest with a "smack".
Xia Yinian’s action might upset many women again.
Such a perfect man from the Feng Family, and yet he was hit by her.
However, the man holding her did not utter a single word and walked straight out.
"Yu Wanqing, you hypocrite! Did you push me on purpose? I’m going to fight you!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Xia Yinian swung her hand forcefully.
Had it not been for Feng Yan’s quick reaction to turn his face aside, he probably would have been slapped hard.
"Third Young Master, what’s wrong with Miss Niannian?" Tian Xing, who quickly approached, saw this scene.
"She’s drunk, we’re heading home first," Feng Yan replied softly.
Actually, she usually wouldn’t get drunk from half a glass of alcohol, but this girl’s health has really been terrible lately.
The alcohol combined with fatigue, how could she not be drunk?
"Okay." Tian Xing immediately went to press the elevator button.
Xia Yinian did not know where she was; it seemed like someone was holding her, but sometimes it felt unlike, as if she was floating in the clouds.
Once in the car, Feng Yan pulled over a cushion and a blanket, letting Xia Yinian lie down on her side.
He fastened her seatbelt and then went back to the front passenger seat.
Suddenly feeling the space had grown larger, Xia Yinian moaned softly, shifted her body, and found a comfortable position, seemingly falling back asleep.
After a while, there was some movement from the back.
"No! That’s not the truth. Tonight, Sister Chuxue set me up, she got some men to ruin me."
"Grandpa, it’s not like that..." The girl in the back seat suddenly became agitated.
"I haven’t... I’m still pure, I ran away, those men didn’t... touch me, dad, don’t you believe Niannian either?"
After the last sentence, the girl’s voice abruptly stopped.
She... seemed to be crying, silently weeping.
Through the rearview mirror, Feng Yan only saw Xia Yinian’s tightly clenched hands.
Her originally somewhat pale fingers were tightly clenched together, the knuckles white without a trace of color.
Her sorrow and her unwillingness were profoundly felt by the two men in front.
But why did she say that Lady Chuxue got people to harm her? Is Xia Chuxue really that malicious?
Tian Xing boldly asked, "Third Young Master... do you think Lady Chuxue would really frame her own sister like that?"