"What's gotten into you? Sit down and take your time thinking, right?... Better to be alive than dead, and what if you break a leg instead of dying, but then get run over by a car? How painful would that be, right?"
She threw herself onto the man and faintly heard the thud of his head hitting the ground. After Ye Wan finished speaking, she looked up to see the man's face that had darkened several shades, and her brain went blank for a moment.
The man had a faint, cold fragrance about him, like the cold firs in the Nordic snow forest, mixed with the chill of snowflakes, icy yet pleasant.
The tailored suit coat beneath her hands was obviously custom-made, hand-cut and tailored.
Not to mention his face.
He was more handsome than the hottest young idols in the entertainment industry, not to mention the more vicious eyes that revealed a murderous aura because of anger.
In short, this was a man who was one in a million in both birth and personal endowments.
Also, he was a man who one would not even think of finding trying to commit suicide on an overpass, not even if they used their toes to think.
"Um, I… might have, misunderstood..."
Ye Wan was somewhat embarrassed.
By her ear, she heard the man's chilling, low voice, "Aren't you getting up, or do you want me to carry you?"
"Ah? Oh oh oh..."
Belatedly realizing she was still lying on top of the man, Ye Wan scrambled up and retreated a few steps away.
For a moment she didn't know whether to be relieved she was wearing a mask so the teasing passersby who kept looking back didn't know who she was, thus her social death wasn't complete, or to be annoyed at herself for meddling.
"Sorry, I'm sorry..."
Ye Wan's face was full of guilt, "I really didn't mean it, I thought you were going to..."
She pointed at the overpass, then at the ground below, clamped her mouth shut, and stood to attention, ready to take her punishment like someone admitting their mistakes.
The rage from being attacked surprisingly dissipated after seeing her face, and his gaze slid across the cinnabar red mole above her mask, Lu Changchuan said, "You thought I wanted to kill myself?"
Not only was he handsome, but his voice was also very magnetic.
Ye Wan, who always claimed to be an audiophile, sneaked another look at the man's handsome face and nodded again, "I really didn't intend to scam you!"
When she looked up again, she saw Lu Changchuan reaching out to hold onto the railing, then slowly turned his head towards her, Ye Wan gasped, "Your, your eyes..."
"I'm blind!"
Lu Changchuan said, "Although it's a misunderstanding, still, thank you!"
"No need to thank me, no need..."
Ye Wan waved her hands repeatedly, cautiously waving her hand in front of his eyes, and upon seeing that he truly couldn't see, her face instantly showed pity.
Such a handsome man, and he was blind.
Fate really does play cruel tricks on people.
"Um, if your eyesight is not good, how come you're here alone?"
Ye Wan looked around, "Where's your family? Who came with you?"
"...I came by myself. Just walked and found myself here."
Lu Changchuan took a few steps forward while holding onto the railing.
"So where do you live? Do you need me to call 110 for you?"
"No need..."
Lu Changchuan shook his head, reached out toward Sicheng Grand Hotel, but at the last moment turned in another direction, "I live over there."
Across the street from Sicheng Grand Hotel, just down the road, was the hotel where Ye Wan had been staying these past few days.
"I see..."
Ye Wan bit her lip, "How about I help you down the overpass? Then, you can call your family to come pick you up."
Saying this, Ye Wan stepped forward and took Lu Changchuan's arm.
Bodyguards, who had already received a stern look from their Big Boss, shrank back into the elevator at the other end of the overpass, quiet as mice, pretending they had never been there.
Under the overpass, looking at their ninth master who lied without blinking an eye and at the genuinely kind-hearted Ye Wan, Rong Qian revealed a thoughtful expression.