Chapter 139: Touch Her and Die

Zhong Huayan had no desire to engage in verbal sparring with him, nor did she care to partake in this silent smoke-free war. This was precisely why she had been so determined never to enter the business world. To be precise, she harbored an extreme aversion to dealing with people. Human nature was the most complex and filthiest thing in this world. She would rather entrust her soul entirely to art than have any deep contact with anyone ever again.

She didn't even trust the people closest to her.

Even though she loved Fu Yanyan.

After finishing her meal, she put on her coat and fastened her snow goggles.

"A-Yan, can you take a few pictures of me and record a video?"

"Of course. What does A-Hua want a video for?"

"To keep as a souvenir."

She began to glide down the snowy slope, a flurry of dancing snow swirling in her wake. Beside her was her female secretary, An Xin, who followed closely as they slid downward. The two of them crossed paths back and forth, tracing intertwining curves across the snow-covered track.

Surrounded by onlookers, the crowd showered both women with praise for their skiing skills. They also kept glancing up toward Fu Yanyan, behind whom stood a dense wall of bodyguards. Rarely had they ever witnessed such a formidable array; assuming a video was being filmed, they figured these must be hired extras.

Fu Yanyan held the camera, deliberately framing the shots to look slightly unpolished. The angles were tricky, yet not too extreme—just right to make her look natural. He would never allow A-Hua’s appearance to be posted on social media and targeted by shameless men.

Looking at the series of photos—slightly blurred yet clear enough to make out her general figure—he smiled with satisfaction.

Suddenly, a man clad in grey-green snowboarding gear came flying in from behind.

He landed steadily on the ski run, his exceptional skill and physical prowess instantly drawing gasps of astonishment from the crowd, followed by a burst of thunderous applause.

Guanyujing simply used the slope's gradient to overtake the two women in a matter of seconds, cutting directly between them. Because of his immense speed, the spray of snow dusted the clothes on both sides of him. With a fluid motion combining jumps and boards, he scraped past a patch of rock as if greased with lubricant, executing a multi-thousand-degree rotation in the air before landing a flat trick effortlessly and with absolute ease.

Amateur enthusiasts and instructors learning nearby whipped out their phones to capture this rare display of skiing talent.

The height he achieved in mid-air alone was something ordinary people could only gaze at in despair.

The sheer explosive power of his lower limbs was nothing short of beastly.

Zhong Huayan’s clothes were flecked with snow, and Guanyujing’s breathtaking technique had thoroughly stirred her excitement.

Hurrying to the highest point, she gestured to Fu Yanyan nearby and called out,

"I'm going to do a spin in the air in a moment, so make sure you film it properly! Take a video, and make sure it's clear!"

The assistant looked somewhat bewildered, and even Fu Yanyan felt a knot of anxiety in his chest. Was she sure about this?

Before he could even ask, the woman gathered her momentum and plunged downward. As she propelled herself upward from the half-pipe, she focused all her concentration and launched into the air, preparing to execute a three-hundred-degree aerial rotation.

Seeing the astonished expressions of the crowd, she tightened her core, trying her best to make her body feel weightless as she unleashed her flexibility to complete a full 360-degree spin mid-air. Thanks to the gymnastics training of her childhood, aerial rotations were not particularly difficult for her.

However, she had overestimated her body's flexibility. Perhaps due to a long period without exercise, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her thigh muscles. Upon landing, right in full view of everyone, she crashed heavily straight onto the snow.

Fortunately, although the snow was artificial, it was still reasonably thick.

Yet the impact sent a very real shock through her thighs and tailbone—it hurt like hell... The pain rendered her completely speechless.

Laughter and gasps of admiration mingled around her...

She no longer had the bandwidth to care whether she had made a fool of herself, because pain had completely occupied her mind. It hurt so badly that she trembled, huddled in a pile of snow. Half her face was flushed red, yet she remained utterly motionless, too afraid to make a sudden move for fear of feeling a tearing, bone-crushing agony. Since the snow covered hard-packed ground beneath, this fall must have fractured her thigh or tailbone.

Thank goodness she hadn't hit a rock...

Almost instinctively, both Fu Yanyan and Guanyujing, who had skied over, rushed toward the spot where she had fallen.

Dressed in black casual wear and white skate shoes, Fu Yanyan strode up and delivered a direct kick to Guanyujing, who had just skied over!

Guanyujing was knocked sprawling onto the snow. As he pulled off his snow goggles, his deep blue pupils burned with suppressed fury. Without regard for the onlookers, the two men began hurling curses at each other in low, fierce tones. If not for Fu Yanyan pulling the woman tightly into his arms, a bloody fistfight would surely have broken out right then and there.

"You kicked me? Fu Yanyan, she has fallen, yet rather than letting her be helped up sooner, you chose to kick me first! What on earth is wrong with you? Harboring such selfish motives, the day will come when everyone you love will abandon you! You deserve to live a living widowhood!"

Even Guanyujing could not understand why he was speaking with such intense, groundless agitation.

"Even if I live a living widowhood, it has nothing to do with you! You'd better worry about yourself instead! You're no longer a spring chicken, yet you're still a virgin—what do you know about selfishness? You abuse women day in and day out; isn't that selfish?"

Guanyujing pressed his tongue against his lower jaw, unable to contain himself any longer as he reached out and grabbed her wrist, looking poised for a tug-of-war.

The air was thick with the scent of impending conflict. A subtle flash of bewilderment crossed the depths of both men's eyes, instantly giving way to towering rage.

Fu Yanyan was usually calm and self-contained, but this time his patience had genuinely reached its limit. Beneath his polished and refined exterior, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he exerted even more force into the arms holding the woman. As his eyes fell upon the hand gripping hers, he looked ready to hack it off with a blade!

"Let go! You aren't worthy of touching her!"

"I won't let go. You snatched what was mine first, so how could I ever let this rest?"

"Ha, yours? That wretched project rightfully belonged to me from the very beginning. What right does a bastard like you born of impure lineage have to compete with me?"

Just as Guanyujing, fueled by the impulse to tear the woman's hand off if necessary, prepared to drag her away—the woman suddenly let out a trembling, husky sob laced with fragility, uttering a single word.

"It hurts..."

For some inexplicable reason, whenever Guanyujing looked at her, he was always reminded of his own pitiable mother. Perhaps it was his tenderness toward his mother that pierced an opening through his otherwise ice-cold heart, allowing water to overflow and saturate a long-parched organ.

The fountain of life had revived his spirit, restoring his capacity for emotion. Guanyujing could not help but admire this woman; she possessed a primal, formidable strength capable of shocking even the most callous of souls.

He loosened his grip.

Fu Yanyan narrowed his eyes, as though finding Guanyujing increasingly inscrutable.

Yet he had no time to dwell on it. Taking care to avoid touching her thighs and tailbone, he unfastened her bindings and snowboard, scooped her up into the car, turned on the heater, and coaxed her with gentle murmurs.

Had Guanyujing stubbornly refused to let go just now, it would have ended in mutual destruction, and A-Hua would inevitably have suffered the most.

He would never disregard her injuries.

He had originally assumed that a man like Guanyujing—who paid no mind even to his own pain—would remain completely indifferent to the pain of others.

Yet even though Guanyujing had taken a step back just now, it did nothing to extinguish Fu Yanyan’s resolve to kill him! Anyone who touched A-Hua with malicious intent deserved to die!