The Outcast Heiress’s Secret Identities
Chapter 603 - Chapter 603 0593 Thank you

Chapter 603: 0593 Thank you…… Chapter 603: 0593 Thank you…… “I had just finished filming and returned to the hotel, was washing up in the bathroom, and didn’t pick up your call. Did you need something when you called me just now?”

Yin Xiner’s voice was full of confusion, today’s Wen Jichen was just too strange!

He actually called her at this time.

And after ringing for two seconds, he hung up!

The door of the private room was opened at this point, Ling Qingan’s figure disappeared inside, then it closed automatically, followed by a “bang” sound!

“Nothing, it was a mistake!”

Wen Jichen’s voice suddenly sounded, tinged with a few notes of chill.

“Jichen…”

“You should get some rest early!”

Yin Xiner’s baffled voice had just come through when Wen Jichen cut her off directly.

Then he hung up the phone straight away!

In the hotel, Yin Xiner looked at the disconnected call in a daze, not knowing what had just happened.

She just felt that today’s Wen Jichen was especially weird.

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In the long corridor, the lights were bright and very illuminating.

Although it was somewhat dazzling, the bright light sobered her up a fair bit.

Men and women in uniforms bustled along the corridor, and naturally, there were also wealthy playboys making drunk advances.

Ling Qingan’s face was heavily made up, her small face flushed red.

Even though she was dressed quite gaudily, her delicate and beautiful features, tall and slender figure, made even the simplest of light blue long dresses look uniquely charming on her.

Wherever she went, she was a dangerously attractive number one figure.

“Hey, miss, you’ve got a nice figure, why are you alone here? Need a brother to keep you company?”

A frivolous voice came from the side, obviously drunk.

Ling Qingan’s eyes flickered with disgust, she quickened her pace, ignoring him.

“Hey, where are you going? Didn’t you hear brother talking to you? It’s lonely being alone, we’d make a perfect pair…”

The man staggered in front of her, blocking her path, and upon seeing Ling Qingan’s face, he couldn’t move a step further.

The man’s blatant and unabashed gaze brought a deeper wave of nausea to Ling Qingan’s already uncomfortable chest.

“Get lost!”

“Beauty!”

The man paid no heed to her words, licked his lips, pointed at Ling Qingan, and opened his arms to pounce on her.

Ling Qingan’s head was a bit muddled, and she was slow to react. Just as she stepped aside, a dark shadow flickered before her eyes.

A loud thud as something heavy hit the floor!

The man’s large body flew out.

“Didn’t you hear her when she told you to get lost?”

A grim, cold voice came from behind her, the air carried a faint smell of tobacco, followed by a scent that was both strange and yet familiar.

Ling Qingan’s heart trembled, she braced herself against the wall without turning to look at the man.

Her agitated heart, however, began to relax slightly.

The waiters, hearing the commotion here and thinking it was some drunk guest causing trouble, came over and saw Wen Jichen standing there, his face dark.

They quickly approached with an attitude full of respect and fear.

“Director Wen.”

Wen Jichen glanced at the man on the floor and said in a deep voice:

“Throw him out.”

The waiter nodded and promptly dragged the man on the floor away.

For a moment, only the two of them were left in the corridor.

The atmosphere became somewhat stiff.

Ling Qingan took a deep breath and realized she couldn’t stay in the same place with him.

“Thank you…”

She softly uttered these two words, bracing herself on the wall, intending to leave.

“Thinking of leaving?”

Suddenly, her wrist was fiercely seized, her entire body was yanked back, and her back slammed firmly against the wall.

Her already groggy head instantly began to throb with pain.

Her back, her head rang with a surge of pain, and even her chest followed with a dull ache.

She took a moment to collect herself, and then gently opened her eyes.

The man’s tall figure entered her view, his handsome face, cold and somber expression, all too familiar to her.

“I remember saying ‘thank you’ already!”

Ling Qingan said with a smile, her tone utterly calm.

That breezy nonchalance, void of any ups and downs, seemed to particularly irk the man.

From her return to the country, they had always been in opposite corners, today they finally met face to face.

“Don’t you have anything else to say?”

Wen Jichen stared at her intently, his eyes blazing with madness and hatred.

Since Ling Qingan had returned to the country, she hadn’t lacked imaginings of their encounter.

But she never expected to bump into him in such a place.

Facing the icy hatred in his eyes, her heart involuntarily trembled.

She blinked, and in the moment she looked up, suppressed the surge of emotion in her eyes.

“Hmm? Long time no see? Thank you for just now!”

Wen Jichen’s dark eyes suddenly shrank, and a moment later, they turned cold and desolate!

His handsome face was a mosaic of smiles, cruelly ironic.

“Ling Qingan, is this your way of giving thanks?”

Ling Qingan leaned against the wall, distancing herself from him, noncommittal.

“Otherwise? What else do you want?”

She looked at him lightly, the sarcasm in her eyes deeper and thicker than his.

Wen Jichen’s hand hanging by his side clenched tightly, provoked by the indifference in her eyes.

Indeed!

What did he want?

What could he want?

Between them, their relationship had long ceased to exist!

And where was there any otherwise…

The hand gripping her wrist tightened slightly, “You are not allowed to come here again!”

The cold voice rose forcefully, brooking no argument.

Ling Qingan paused for a moment, her calm gaze quietly studying the man before her.

Handsome in appearance, callous by nature!

Even his anger was veiled in dazzling elegance.

Could Ling Qingan’s taste be that poor?

Yet, it was this arrogance that had cost her dearly, even to the point of sacrificing the entire Ling Family.

She laughed coldly, her words dripping with irony:

“You don’t have the right to interfere with my affairs now.”

“No right?”

Wen Jichen’s brows furrowed, repeating the three words.

Ling Qingan arched her eyebrows, staring at him decisively, word by word she said:

“Yes, no right.”

Wen Jichen’s eyes instantly darkened.

He yanked her up by the wrist, “You…”

He was about to speak when his gaze caught sight of the inside of her wrist.

Perhaps because he had pressed her wrist against the wall, the sleeve that had covered her wrist slid up a little.

Her skin was pale and delicate, catching a cold sheen under the light.

Yet on the slender, pallid wrist were several scars, of varying depths, winding and twisting.

Wen Jichen’s face changed drastically in an instant, his pupils constricted sharply, his hands gripping Ling Qingan’s arms, fixated on the scars above.

But before he could get a clear look, Ling Qingan mustered all her strength and shook off his hands.

Wen Jichen’s expression grew even colder, his dark, icy gaze noting her hurriedly hidden hands behind her back, her delicate features shrouded in a thick gloom that wouldn’t disperse.

The hand by his side also unconsciously tensed up a notch.