Chapter 114: Sister, You’re Incredible

Gao Cen’s expression flickered unpredictably—from shock, to anger, then settling into a look of speechless sympathy.

“Miss Jiang, how could you hit our CEO with a desk lamp? What exactly did he do to deserve this treatment?”

Usually, Gao Cen maintained a cool and aloof demeanor.

But at this moment, anger got the better of him, and he forgot about preserving his image.

Jiang Ciyou replied slowly, “He tried to harass me.”

Gao Cen was momentarily speechless.

…Well, alright then.

He turned away, his voice barely audible like a mosquito’s buzz, “CEO, how could you be so inappropriate? I sent you here to confide your feelings, not to harass Miss Jiang.”

Gao Cen’s face was awkward as he helped Jin Xiu to his feet and said to Jiang Ciyou, “I’m sorry, Miss Jiang, our CEO was drunk.”

“Being drunk is no excuse for such behavior. If it happens again, I’ll call the police immediately,” Jiang Ciyou said coldly, arms crossed.

Gao Cen inwardly sighed at the harshness of women.

In truth, a little overreaction between lovers hardly counts as harassment.

But Gao Cen also understood they were on different wavelengths now.

In the CEO’s heart, Jiang Ciyou was still the woman he deeply loved.

But from Miss Jiang’s perspective, they had already broken up.

Gao Cen forced a smile, “There won’t be a next time, Miss Jiang. You’re very magnanimous.”

Jiang Ciyou waved her hand, “Enough. Take him to the hospital to tend to his wounds.”

Gao Cen felt sorry for their boss—just earlier in the day he’d been at the hospital for an IV drip, and now, in the middle of the night, he needed stitches.

Why did their CEO insist on falling for a woman so cold and clear-headed as Miss Jiang?

No wonder he refused to tell her the truth.

If she knew all the risks of being with the CEO, she’d walk away without looking back.

Gao Cen sighed again.

Their CEO was in for a rough time ahead.

After Jin Xiu left, Jiang Ciyou lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

It was a lie to say she wasn’t affected at all.

Whenever she couldn’t sleep, she found herself yearning for the embrace of that man.

She was indeed moved and stirred emotionally.

But Jiang Ciyou knew she couldn’t fall any deeper.

It would cost her her life.

No matter what, life was the most important.

Jiang Ciyou managed only two hours of sleep before leaving early the next morning for the airport.

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There was no direct flight from Congrong City to Paris.

Jiang Ciyou first transferred through Haicheng before flying to Paris.

After many twists and turns, the journey took sixteen hours.

Fortunately, Jiang Ciyou had purchased a business class ticket, allowing her to sleep comfortably.

She dozed fitfully for a few more hours.

By the time she arrived in Paris, it was already evening.

Jiang Ciyou emerged from the airport, looking surprisingly refreshed.

She grabbed her luggage and headed to the pre-booked hotel, the WORLD HOTEL.

WORLD HOTEL was close to the Grand Palace, the venue for the competition scheduled two days later.

Her room was a deluxe suite.

From the window, she could see the Eiffel Tower and the Seine River.

The hotel also featured Paris’s most famous rooftop bar, with a 120-meter terrace offering breathtaking views of the city.

Jiang Ciyou thought that if she couldn’t sleep at night, that rooftop would be a perfect place to go.

After resting for a while in her room, she decided to go out for a walk.

She visited several luxury stores and bought a few coveted handbags.

Her mood was lifted considerably.

As dusk fell, she planned to return to the hotel for dinner.

Walking along the fashionable street, Jiang Ciyou suddenly felt her arm yanked hard.

Before she could react, two thugs had snatched the bag from her hand.

The two looked young—one with yellow hair, the other sporting dirty dreadlocks, wearing loose sports jackets and ripped jeans, adorned with various metal accessories.

They ran like the wind, the clinking of metal echoing behind them.

Jiang Ciyou quickly sprang into action.

Despite wearing high heels, she sprinted after them with remarkable speed and grace.

She caught up with the yellow-haired one first and kicked him sharply in the rear.

He stumbled and fell flat, dropping the two bags he had stolen.

Hearing the commotion, the dreadlocked man stopped and glanced back at Jiang Ciyou and the fallen yellow-haired thug.

Instead of approaching, he picked up the bags and ran off again.

Jiang Ciyou gave chase with renewed determination.

The dreadlocked man ran swiftly, forcing Jiang Ciyou to take off her heels and hold them in her hand.

Seeing him pull ahead, she threw one of her heels, striking the man sharply on the back.

The blow was fierce, like a decisive strike, and the man tumbled to the ground.

Jiang Ciyou quickened her pace.

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She soon reached the dreadlocked man’s side.

He had gotten up and glared at her with hatred.

Jiang Ciyou calmly bent down to retrieve her heel and gracefully slipped it back on.

When he fell, the man had chipped a tooth.

Filled with rage, he pulled a fruit knife from his denim jacket pocket and lunged at Jiang Ciyou.

Though she continued putting on her shoe leisurely, her eyes never left the attacker.

Someone like her could take on ten of these thugs without breaking a sweat.

Jiang Ciyou timed it perfectly.

The moment the man raised the knife to strike, she, still crouching, kicked out with her long leg.

If all went as planned, the heel’s tip would strike the man’s chest, causing a gush of blood.

But unexpectedly, a white figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere and leapt toward the attacker, shouting, “Run!”

Jiang Ciyou instantly realized she had encountered a Good Samaritan.

But her leg was already in motion and couldn’t be retracted.

As the white figure grappled with the dreadlocked man, Jiang Ciyou’s heel hit a stone pillar with a crack, breaking the heel.

She frowned.

Meanwhile, the white-clad figure was wrestling with the thug on the ground.

Jiang Ciyou noticed the newcomer was a tall young man in a white T-shirt.

Clearly, he wasn’t a match for the thug.

The tide was turning against him as he got pinned beneath the attacker.

Without hesitation, Jiang Ciyou stepped forward, pressing her hand like a blade on the back of the thug’s neck.

The man’s body went limp, and he fainted.

The young man in white pushed the thug away and quickly rose, looking at Jiang Ciyou with astonishment and admiration.

“Sister, you’re amazing.”