Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 527 - 382. Cast a long line to catch a big fish (3 more 2)
Yan Jian drew in a breath: "Has Mister finished speaking?"
James was still immersed in lingering thoughts when she abruptly cut him off without mercy, leaving him momentarily stunned. He could only awkwardly say, "Uh, yes, finished."
"Since you’ve finished, please take your Buddha Head and leave." Yan Jian said expressionlessly, "As for the reason why the Buddha Head cries, I’ve already explained it to you. Staying longer is useless, goodbye."
James stared at her expression, feeling a tangle of thorns in his heart. An inexplicable anger rose sharply, though he couldn’t pinpoint the reason.
He gritted his teeth, turned his head away, and noticed the merchandise filling the room. He smiled and walked away on his own, "I haven’t finished looking. Your store seems to have many new arrivals, I need to take a look."
Yan Jian watched his triumphant departure, and thought: Can you be any more tedious?
But she endured and snorted, "Suit yourself."
James awkwardly walked away to carefully inspect the newly arrived items on the shelves. He inquired about their origins and stories one by one.
Yan Jian patiently endured, forcing herself to answer each question.
While he was asking, his expression subconsciously grew heavy.
He knew the state of those regions—gunfire and crises, and imagining her fragile figure weaving through them just to prevent these objects from being destroyed by war, he felt a tightness on the left side of his chest.
He thought he must be suffering from the common flaw of male animals: a subconscious desire to protect any woman he’s been involved with.
But he knew she didn’t need it at all. Her heart was still filled with hatred for him, and if it weren’t for his initial threat to send photos to Luo Xiansheng, she would have already stood up and identified him.
She’s tolerating him now, not because of his sickening regular visits recently, but solely for Luo Xiansheng.
He’s not in her heart, but Luo Xiansheng is.
Thinking of this, he inexplicably felt dejected again, returned to the counter, stretched his long arms to take hold of the Buddha Head from inside, and turned to leave.
What is this to him again—in her eyes, he must look thick-skinned and neurotic?
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He had just reached the base of the Yu Huan when he braced himself for more mockery from her, only to hear the door behind him open; it was her chasing after him.
"Stop right there!"
Yu Huan perked up and also shouted, "Stop right there! Stop right there!"
Frustrated, he shouted at the verbose bird above him, "If you tell me to stop, do I stop?"
Yu Huan was innocent, and Yan Jian took over, "I was the one who told you to stop!"
Yu Huan fluffed its feathers, solemnly echoed, "I told you to stop. I did!"
James truly felt like going mad.
Previously he had mocked Yan Jian’s intelligence comparing it to a bird’s, but now he clearly couldn’t contend with the bird’s intelligence, left only to stare blankly!
Seeing him frustrated, Yan Jian could only sigh and step forward, "Yu Huan, be quiet."
Yu Huan flapped its wings hesitantly, but quieted down reluctantly.
Then she said to him, "You were in such a hurry you forgot the box. Taking the Buddha Head back, just holding it and rushing down the street is too undignified; please put it in the box."
Her voice was unexpectedly gentle this time—as if with a hint of tenderness.
He hesitated, turned around holding the Buddha Head to look at her.
Feeling his gaze, she quickly lowered her head, her brows furrowed lightly, but a clear blush appeared on her cheeks.
His heart suddenly started racing.
"Uh, thanks."
Even he didn’t know how soft his voice was.
The conversation was over at this point, Yan Jian, her face flushed, looked up at him, "Well, thank you for your patronage, welcome to visit again."
He stared at her face, feeling waves of turmoil inside, yet he didn’t understand what was happening.
He could only frown, turn around, and leave.
But once outside the store, sitting in his car, he couldn’t help but look through the car window and the store display to see her again.
The angle was not great; he couldn’t see all of her, only a faint glimpse of her side profile.
She bowed her head to look at the ledger, her dark hair cascading down like a waterfall, soft and smooth.
His heart was once again in disarray. Maybe due to leaning closer to the passenger seat, the faint aroma of cherry blossoms filled his nostrils. Lowering his gaze, the Buddha Head sat showing compassion on the passenger seat.
He was startled, quickly sat upright, and grabbed his phone to flip through his contacts.
He used to have quite a few girlfriends; surely not all their numbers have been deleted. As long as there’s still one remaining, even if it’s just one.
Fortunately, there was one left. Catherine, his last girlfriend, a model.
He urgently dialed her number.
It must be because he’s been single for too long that he’s so inexplicably attached to Tang Yanjian. So as long as he doesn’t lack female company in the future, he should be able to escape this strange state he’s been in.
Catherine answered the call in surprise, her voice choking up, "I knew when you said ’break up,’ it was just out of anger. Jamie, I’ve missed you so much."
She didn’t know what her mistake was when she was inexplicably told they were breaking up. This enigmatic man, both gentle and fiery, was impossible for her to forget.
Jamie patiently chatted a bit, but inexplicably, all he could see in his mind was a pair of bright red duck-hunting boots.
He got a bit distracted and couldn’t help but ask, "Last time you said you wanted to do a series on duck-hunting boots and needed investors. How’s that going, found any investors yet?"
Catherine felt discouraged, "No, it’s really a pity. None of those entrepreneurs have a modern sense of aesthetics; they all said pairing duck-hunting boots with gentlemen’s outfits is too odd."
Jamie took a deep breath, "How much money do you need? Tomorrow, contact my office in France and have them provide it for you."
Catherine was ecstatic, "You’re willing to invest? Dear Jamie, you’re really insightful!"
Jamie squinted his eyes, unable to resist glancing back at the shop window, "I have only one requirement: all the duck-hunting boots must be red."
Catherine was equally surprised, "All in red? Huh, I didn’t expect you to be even more avant-garde than me."
Imagining men in English-style gentlemen’s suits, brown, tan, or taupe on top and bright red duck-hunting boots below... well, it indeed feels warm.
"That’s settled then." Jamie wanted to hang up.
Catherine quickly said, "I’ll buy a plane ticket tomorrow and fly over to accompany you, alright?"
If Catherine hadn’t brought it up herself, Jamie had nearly forgotten the original purpose of his call, which was to have her by his side. He raised an eyebrow, "Okay, come over."
He hung up and put the phone back in his pocket.
Catherine’s happy laughter couldn’t succeed in lifting his strange low mood.
He still couldn’t help but glance again at that window.
And at that moment, as if sensing something, Yan Jian suddenly looked up and gazed out the window.
Startled, he frantically started the car, slamming his foot on the accelerator, and the car roared away.
As the car roared away, Yan Jian finally lifted her eyes to look out.
She actually always knew the car was parked outside; she always knew Jamie was sitting in the car watching her.
She was just pretending not to know.
She remembered watching her grandfather fish as a child, sitting still by the water, like a meditating monk, and she was very impatient, always asking when the fish would take the bait.
Grandfather told her the real joy of fishing lies not in that final moment when the fish bites but in the patient contest during the process. The fish and the angler are competing in patience, only if the angler’s patience outlasts the fish will the fish eventually take the bait.
Grandfather said if the process was too simple and the fish too easy to catch, the fun and allure of fishing itself would greatly diminish.
Grandfather patted her young shoulder, saying, "Yan Jian, if you want to catch bigger fish, you must learn to be more patient and have the courage to extend the waiting period."
Back then, she listened with half-understanding but still remembered her grandfather’s words.
Growing up, she never went fishing, but her grandfather’s words were proving useful today.
She wants to fish, to catch Jamie, the big fish.
The Tang Family is a legal family; her older brother, second sister, and Shi Nian are all busy with the current batch of cases in front of them. She couldn’t be satisfied with just being Jamie’s victim; she wants to seek justice from that jerk and also help her brother and sister.
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Detention Center.
Everything was as usual.
George, Qi Xiuqi, and Father were sitting together enjoying their afternoon leisure time.
Among the three of them, their situation is the most privileged in the detention center. Because they are not real criminals but considered specially protected witnesses by the police, they are kept together and enjoy special privileges daily.
Apart from not being able to come and go freely, the three of them eat three meals separately, have afternoon tea, watch TV, and read books, newspapers, and magazines together.
The three have always been together, except when they sleep at night.
At night, George sleeps alone in a room, Qi Xiuqi and Father in another.
Today seemed like everything was still the same, but Qi Xiuqi and Father could see George was somewhat high-spirited.
Qi Xiuqi handed a cup of tea over and said, "Ready to get out and reclaim your position as the head of the Fude Group? Congratulations."
