The car door opened, and an elongated figure with an extraordinary bearing stepped out, emanating a sense of composed self-assuredness.
His deep gaze swept over the entrance before falling on Yu Jingrong. He retrieved his look back with his usual cold demeanor, closed the car door and instructed Aguai at what time to pick him the next day, then he effortlessly and elegantly walked to the door, took out his key card and entered the house.
Throughout this, he did not even glance at Yu Jingrong, as if she was nothing more than thin air.
As Li Chengyun was about to close the door, Yu Jingrong stopped him with her hand, her eyes wide open, staring at him, "I want to talk to you."
Li Chengyun looked at his wristwatch, his expression stern and dispassionate, "This is not a proper time, there might be a misunderstanding of kidnapping happening."
Boom! Yu Jingrong's face flushed instantly, her neck stiffened and she didn't move at all, whether she was angrily embarrassed or shamefully awkward, it was mortifying.
Staring at the godlike, handsome, and cold man in front of her, he was simply dressed in an expensive shirt and trousers today, yet he still exuded an air of noble elegance. However, his words were utterly beneath him.
"Ten minutes, I only need ten minutes of your time!" Yu Jingrong spoke softly, her hands stubbornly pushing against the cold door, staring at Li Chengyun, her demeanor was resolute.
Whether in the past or now, he could always choke her off with just one sentence.
Sometimes, she deeply felt that encountering Li Chengyun was like having eight lifetimes of rotten luck.
"Meeting you used up all the luck of this lifetime," so often, Yu Jingrong would use this played-out phrase from Twitter to describe her encounter with Li Chengyun.
Li Chengyun let go of the door and entered the house, implicitly agreeing to give her ten minutes.
The overly quiet room exuded an atmosphere of deadly silence.
As she sat down across from Li Chengyun, Yu Jingrong looked into his eyes, "I want to know the history of the Flying Phoenix, can you tell me where you bought it?"
There was a hint of nervousness in her voice, she flicked her hanging black hair that brushed against her ears, appearing restless after finishing her sentence.
"No!" Li Chengyun's voice was domineering, and his gaze even more so.
His deep, ink-like eyes were as terrifying as a bottomless pit.
Yu Jingrong frowned, "Why? Is it that hard to tell me where you bought this thing?"
What she was really saying was: Li Chengyun, exactly what are you scheming? What do you want, just say it out loud.
Li Chengyun slightly curled his lips, his smile full of ridicule.
Looking at him, Yu Jingrong bit her lip, trying to keep her voice conciliatory, "I know you're a businessman, you like deals, as long as you tell me where it came from, I'm willing to do anything."
Li Chengyun narrowed his mischievous eyes, and relaxed his crossed legs slowly, "Anything… at all?"