Second Take On Romance - The A-List Actor Wants Me
Chapter 137 : Saving The Damsels In Distress (3)

Chapter 137: Chapter 137 : Saving The Damsels In Distress (3)

One second, Song Zhuguan was looming over him, his eyes burning with murderous intent.

A second later, he was kicked to the side brutally. The cracking sound that ensued told Shen Jingwei that the person who kicked him must have broken several of Song Zhuguan’s ribs.

Shen Jingwei had barely taken a good look at his savior when he was pulled off the ground and wrapped in the person’s trembling arms.

"It’s me," he whispered. "Jingbao, it’s me. You are safe now, don’t worry."

Oh.

It was Yan Renzhong after all.

Exhilaration and relief coursed through Shen Jingwei, momentarily drowning out the ache of his weary body.

Some distance away from them, Song Zhuguan lay on the ground and groaned.

"Ow! Ow! Ow, my body hurts! Someone, help me!"

Shen Jingwei rolled with his eyes in resentment. For someone who a moment ago was determined to wound him, Song Zhuguan was rather quick to ask for help on his own behalf.

Unfortunately, neither Shen Jingwei nor Yan Renzhong was inclined to help.

Song Zhuguan did not need to wait for long, because several police officers arrived not long afterward to arrest him.

Once his numbing trepidation subsided, Shen Jingwei lifted his hands and clawed into Yan Renzhong’s back.

"You were so slow," he murmured, sounding a lot like a spoiled lover.

"I know."

"He attacked me."

"I know."

"He almost stabbed me."

Yan Renzhong tightened his arms around Shen Jingwei, almost suffocating the latter one.

"I know..."

Shen Jingwei choked with sobs.

"What would you have done if he stabbed me...?"

"I would personally send him to the afterlife," Yan Renzhong answered, his words dripping with menace. "No one is going to hurt you. Not as long as I am still alive."

In response, Shen Jingwei burrowed his face into Yan Renzhong’s chest and sighed.

"Good that I did not get stabbed then."

Otherwise, he would be the reason Yan Renzhong became a murderer, and he didn’t want that to happen.

"Jingbao..."

Yan Renzhong loosened his embrace and cupped Shen Jingwei’s face in his hands.

Shen Jingwei could see pain in the other man’s eyes, mixed with guilt and desperation.

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

Shen Jingwei shook his head.

Of course Yan Renzhong did not believe him.

"Turn around, let me see."

Yan Renzhong’s body was racked with tremors. The crease between his brows was so deep, it seemed to be etched into his skin. He ran his fingers carefully over Shen Jingwei’s back, looking for open wounds.

"I am fine," Shen Jingwei softly whispered. "Don’t worry."

As if to prove his point, he turned around, hooked his arms around Yan Renzhong’s neck and pressed a kiss onto his lips.

"I am alive," he said after he broke the kiss.

Shen Jingwei took Yan Renzhong’s right hand and pressed it against his left chest, right over his beating heart.

"See? I am fine. Don’t worry about me."

Yan Renzhong lowered his head and leaned against Shen Jingwei’s shoulder.

"Thank God," he whispered against Shen Jingwei’s collarbone.

But when he raised his head again, the concern across his face was already replaced by fury.

"Just what the hell did you think you were doing??" He snapped, startling Shen Jingwei completely. The delicate amorous mood between them dissipated like morning mist during midday.

"What was I doing? I..."

Well, he was saving the Song siblings from their evil, evil father...

Yan Renzhong grabbed Shen Jingwei’s shoulders and glared at him, "You should have brought police officers with you! Why did you act recklessly and confront him without any help?"

"I... I brought Zhu Dongyi," Shen Jingwei said weakly.

"Who cannot help you at all! You were almost cut into minced meat!"

"..."

As one might expect from someone in his line of work, Yan Renzhong tended to dramatize things.

Their conversation was interrupted by Song Zhuguan, who screamed at them while being dragged away by the police officers.

"You assholes!" He cried out angrily. "Yan Renzhong, how dare you kick me! I am going to the media! I am going to tell everyone about you and... And that boyfriend of yours!!!"

Shen Jingwei plastered a smile across his face and waved at Song Zhuguan in a mocking manner.

"Goodbye, Mr. Song! Excuse us if we don’t bail you out again this time around."

Yan Renzhong said nothing in response.

Shen Jingwei shot him a gloomy look in return.

"Really?" He exclaimed in disbelief. "Are you planning to bail him out after he tried to kill me?"

"No, of course not," Yan Renzhong said with a scoff. "He already touched my bottom line. I am going to expose his crime and send him to jail. He will never bother us anymore."

Shen Jingwei breathed out of relief.

"Good. Otherwise, the next time we meet, he might come with a gun instead of a cutter knife."

Meanwhile, said cutter knife had been retrieved from the ground and collected as a piece of evidence.

"Let’s go," Yan Renzhong urged Shen Jingwei with a tug at his elbow. "Your clothes are all torn up. I still need to inspect you thoroughly, just in case he managed to scratch you anywhere."

"I don’t think so," Shen Jingwei said, but he let himself be guided back to the Song siblings’ house. "Good that I wore several layers of clothes today."

It was just a pity that the clothes were ruined, that’s all.

At the Song siblings’ house, Song Xiaoling and Song Yaya had already emerged from inside their home.

When Yan Renzhong and Shen Jingwei arrived, they were sitting on the porch. Song Xiaoling was busy answering questions from a police officer, while Song Yaya sat on her lap, swinging her little feet up and down.

When the little girl spotted the two men approaching from a distance, her eyes grew as big as the moon and she jumped down Song Xiaoling’s lap.

"Ah... Yaya!!!" Song Xiaoling cried out, but her voice drowned in the little girl’s happy call.

"Papa!" Song Yaya bounced off the porch and ran toward Yan Renzhong, her tiny feet making da-da-da sound as she went.