Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 754: [Yan Jian Extra] 28. It’s you who made me regret it, no wonder I blame myself.

Chapter 754: [Yan Jian Extra] 28. It’s you who made me regret it, no wonder I blame myself.

Yan Jian was taken aback by his words, even inadvertently counting on her fingers, then blushed and glared at him, "Who wants to be siblings with you? Give it a rest!"

Siblings, my foot. She hated this kind of sibling relationship without blood ties the most! She wouldn’t forget how her second brother Yan Xi and An Cheng were stuck in this relationship, two proud people unable to take that final step forward.

And then there was her second sister Yanyi, if she hadn’t been seriously taken as a sister since childhood by her brother, she wouldn’t have had to secretly like him for years without ever daring to say it openly.

Besides, how could he shamelessly talk about "self-protection"? With his personality, when his devilish side showed up, why would he care about sibling relation or not?!

His deep blue eyes stared at her flushed face, his long eyebrows raised in surprise: "Could it be that you’re emphasizing the kinship between us due to Jieyou not for this reason?"

Yan Jian took a deep breath, sat up straight, looking seriously at him, decided not to beat around the bush anymore.

"James, I’m here to talk to you about cooperation, so you are still a partner with my studio. Since I need your investment, I naturally hope you live a long life, so when I discovered you were in danger, I couldn’t turn a blind eye. This time, I want to help you; if I can, you don’t need to repay me for saving your life, just agree to cooperate with me. This is a mutually beneficial transaction, do you have a reason to refuse?"

She wasn’t like him, all threats and intimidation; she only discussed transactions of equality and mutual benefit!

He naturally understood her underlying message, his long eyebrows raised high, smiled faintly: "Oh? How do you want to help me, and what can you help me with?"

Yan Jian pulled out a large white sheet from her briefcase with a "whirl" and spread it out on the table; bit off the pen cap with her teeth, and then lowered her head to draw.

"First, let’s talk about Catherine’s car accident." She raised her eyes to look at him, her gaze commanding: "I know you don’t want to hear it, but you haven’t listened to all I want to say from the beginning, so you’d better have patience this time and listen to it all at once!"

"I’ll say it again: I’m not interested in defaming your Catherine, I know she is your fiancée, I know you love her! What I’m saying now is just an objective comment on that car accident, using a deductive perspective, I promise not to include my personal emotions!"

Yet he stared at her little mouth with interest.

Those cherry-sized red lips, with the pen cap between them, yet still had space to speak clearly, words dropping like pearls.

But as he watched, he frowned first, pointing at her lips: "Don’t bite the pen cap, bad habit, spit it out."

She was a bit surprised, a sudden blush quickly swept up her cheekbones, then she glared at him: "What do you care? I’m used to it, sometimes even hold a pencil like that when sketching, and didn’t get poisoned."

When he heard this, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed: "You still dare to hold a pencil like that? What about charcoal sticks?"

She didn’t speak, her bright eyes twinkled lightly, then suddenly burst into laughter: "What do you care?"

She had bitten one before, that time even her teeth were stained black, and her classmates exclaimed in shock when they discovered it, then she never dared to put charcoal sticks in her mouth again.

His eyes turned a deeper blue, staring at her with narrowed eyes: "That you can still be alive is truly a miracle."

She snorted, "Can you stick to the topic? Are you just trying to avoid hearing about Catherine’s matter, thus deliberately changing the subject?"

He stubbornly pointed at the pen cap she spat out: "Promise me, stop holding pencils in your mouth, then I will properly listen to you."

Yan Jian felt a strange flutter in her heart for some reason but forced herself to ignore it, then exaggeratedly nodded: "Fine, for the sake of business, I’ll promise you. Now you better listen carefully and watch intently!"

She drew a brief sketch of the scene where Catherine had her car accident on the white paper.

Two straight lines representing the road, several broken lines represent lane divisions. A big cross represented the location of the accident, she marked the last few license plate numbers of cars going in the same and opposite directions...

"This scene diagram, I referred to media’s news images and consulted the police’s site investigation records. This is the spot where Catherine crashed, in her descriptions to the media and police, she said she collided head-on with a car coming from the opposite direction, correct?"

James quietly took a breath, squinting his eyes: "Correct."

Yan Jian raised her eyes: "But that car drove away. The more bizarre thing is, the police didn’t find the license plate or driver information of that car. Even the paint fragments left at the scene indicated that the car had several layers sprayed over, to confuse the police, making it difficult for them to trace the car’s original color."