Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 573 - 420, The Price, Is You (First Update)

Yan Jian’s hair even trembled: "Since you’ve known for so long, why did you wait until now to react?"

James laughed coldly: "What do you think?"

Yan Jian’s ears buzzed, knowing she had just asked a foolish question!

The reason for delaying the reaction was just to turn the equipment to her advantage. The words intended to be heard by the police and confuse them were spoken intentionally, while anything truly useful was deliberately said outside the office.

She thought she could help her brother hold James in her palm, but in reality, it was she who was easily manipulated by him. This trap didn’t catch the other person; it caught herself instead!

If it were just her, it might not be a big deal; but if this implicated her brother’s business, she really wouldn’t be able to live with herself.

The more Yan Jian thought, the more terrified she became, covering her face, almost ready to cry.

She was right in front of him, and all her subtle expressions were captured by his gaze. James heard a string quietly snap in his heart. He sighed: "Actually, crying now is too late. Your brother has already left this morning, and it’s too late to turn things around."

"Do you even need to say it?!" Yan Jian stomped her foot in anxiety.

Just because she knew her brother would do whatever it takes to find Shi Nian and Jieyou, the Tang Family’s hearts were also hanging high. She was part of the Tang Family, and now that her eldest sister was not around, with Yan Yu’s soft nature, she naturally had to take responsibility to help her brother. But how did she end up falling into his trap instead!

James’s blue eyes flickered as he tilted his head, gazing at her: "If I were you, I wouldn’t cry. At this point, crying is useless."

Just like himself back then, when his mother and George sent him away as a gift to the Old Buddha.

Though he believed that his mother and George didn’t know about the Old Buddha’s proclivities, nor did they expect that the Old Buddha would prey on the younger generation of their family... Yet it happened. After the incident, he sat blankly, with countless thoughts swirling in his mind, like wanting to rush home and throw himself into his mother’s arms, telling her everything, hoping she would seek justice for him.

But he knew that his mother’s heart was already in turmoil, apart from stubbornly holding onto her marriage and company, she was powerless and unwilling to consider anything else. Even if he ran back crying, it would only add another burden to his poor mother.

As for George... George probably couldn’t bother with him either, since he was already losing ground under the pressure from an illegitimate child, barely managing himself, where would he find extra energy to confront the Old Buddha for him?

So that morning, after sitting dumbly for a while, he neither cried nor threw a tantrum, but quietly got up, tidied his clothes, and even went to the bathroom to look into the mirror, sorting out his hair strand by strand.

No matter how tragic things were, as long as he was unwilling to die, he had to endure all hardships and live well.

As for revenge, he knew he was still young and all he could do was wait. Wait until he grew up and the most fitting opportunity arrived.

From that day on, he started seeing himself in a new light. He was confident that, in the battlefield of patience, he was no weaker than that illegitimate child.

He spoke slowly: "I will first do my best to uncover the words ’James’ spoke through the surveillance equipment, which are true and which are false. Then quickly identify which false words might endanger your brother’s life, and take immediate action to mend the situation."

He lifted his wrist to check his watch: "At this time, he’s just landed. If you respond now, there’s still time."

He looked down, his eyes squinting at her tears: "And if you spend all your time crying now, for every tear you shed, the odds of your brother surviving decrease."

Yan Jian quickly wiped away her tears: "Alright, tell me, what do I need to do for you to tell me which words you deliberately spoke in the surveillance equipment were true, and which were false?"

Time was pressing, only enough for the most crucial transaction, without even time to haggle over the cost. James smiled, this was exactly the effect he wanted.

He reached out to stroke her delicate chin: "... The price is you. The term is one year. The specific number of times, hmm, no less than 30 nights."

Yan Jian’s eyes widened in shock: "Beast, what are you saying?!"

He arrogantly raised his head: "You understood. There is no time for you to throw a tantrum, just say yes or no."

"If you refuse, you can leave now; if you agree... come here and kiss me now."

His fingers clenched in his pants pocket, trying his best to appear relaxed: "Your brother’s life is in your hands, after all, I don’t care whether he lives or dies, so you can choose freely."

"But you have a girlfriend, Catherine is right by your side!" Yan Jian cried out in anguish.

He shrugged arrogantly: "I didn’t say for you to be my girlfriend. What I’m talking about is a Se.x-partner. Haven’t I made myself clear enough? I just want your body. For a year, at least within this time, you need to spend 30 nights with me."

"Beast!" Her tears of sorrow fell uncontrollably.

He squinted and sneered: "I’ve already been this kind of person in your eyes for a long time, so it doesn’t matter, I will just take what I want. This is just a transaction, and we each take what we need. Don’t act so resentful, because you can refuse, as long as you give up the truth you wish to gain from this transaction."

Yan Jian gritted her teeth, turning to look at the room she designed and decorated herself.

Lean mountains and thin waters, white sand and black stones. Desolate but eternal, cold but real.

She harshly wiped away her tears again.

She was already like this, already caught by him... Besides, her cleverness only led her into his trap, if she didn’t agree, she’d be harming her brother!

For her brother, there was no way out.

She bit her lip hard, coldly turning back to meet his icy blue eyes: "Fine, I agree."

"But for this matter, I require you to keep it strictly confidential, letting no one know. This includes your current girlfriend Catherine and my family. I don’t want to bring shame to my family through me... Also, after the term is over, you must not harass me again! Swear it, and if you break that, may you die a terrible death!"

James squinted his eyes and took a deep breath: "Alright, I promise you."

She was part of the Tang Family, he knew long ago that he and this family were worlds apart. He dared not hope for Yan Jian to have any future with him... The Tang Family would never marry their beloved little princess to his Ford family, would they?

Then let it be, one year, 30 nights. Perhaps after it ends, that strange, crazy infatuation he had for her would completely dissipate.

Yan Jian glared at him hatefully: "Since we made a deal, then quickly tell the truth!"

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Mo Ya Village.

After Shi Nian published a long blog post with text and images, she instinctively opened the blog of the photographer she followed.

He posted another picture, though the style was different from usual.

"He," yes, he.

Though still unaware of this person’s true identity, including gender over the internet, she knew the person was male.

The perspective chosen in his photography, the professional handling of photography equipment, the way he processed photos, and his expressions and writing habits all clearly indicated his male characteristics.

The picture he posted today wasn’t a complete photo, but a type composed of many pieces sewn together.

Opening and enlarging it, she saw that the composite pictures all depicted fragments of ancient architecture, like roofs, dougong brackets, ridge beasts, wood carvings, brick carvings, door lintels, shadow walls...

These ancient architectural details, when taken individually, possessed astonishing beauty. Thus online, many agencies also hold photography competitions on these themes. For instance, a certain beer company was currently holding a contest focusing on ’dougong’, gathering ancient architectural photos. So these photos seemed quite fitting for the occasion, and at least at a glance, nothing particularly stood out.

After looking through them, Shi Nian closed the enlarged preview to get on with her own business.

Yet just as she closed the page, her heart unexpectedly leapt. She quickly turned back, reopened the page, and tried to click on that webpage again...

As fleeting as a flower’s bloom, those pictures she just saw had already been deleted!

Shi Nian stared blankly at the grid now left gray and white, a strange stir rising in her heart.

Thinking it over for a moment, she quickly got up, grabbed her camera, and headed out.

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Autumn deepened bit by bit, and the tree tops on the mountain peaks started to turn yellow and red. Mist began to drift over the lotus pond, ethereally shrouding the entire small village. If the sun wasn’t strong, the mist would linger all day.

Shi Nian walked straight along the damp stone path. She felt an inexplicable thrill in her heart, even she couldn’t say why.

Passing by Li Le Wen’s house, she couldn’t resist looking at that big door from outside.