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Half an hour later, Shen Yan was waiting downstairs.

The old-style residential area has no access control, the streetlights are dim, the cement ground is mottled, and the tree trunks are bare.

The wind was cold, like knives scraping.

He wrapped his old down jacket tighter around himself, stamped his feet repeatedly, and stared at the only road leading to the gate of the residential area.

I can't describe the feeling in my heart.

Xu Zhao's overwhelming enthusiasm is somewhat similar to Shang Song's; both are the carefree passion of young people, but they are also different.

He wanted to refuse, to back down, but he was like a person who was about to freeze, unable to give up that little bit of warmth.

He paced back and forth a few times, took out his phone to send a message to Xu Zhao, but before he could finish typing, a series of unhurried footsteps approached him.

Shen Yan's blood seemed to freeze instantly.

Zhou Xu'an wore a well-tailored dark coat, his face displaying an extremely hypocritical concern and reproach, as if he had just happened to pass by and encountered his disobedient lover.

"Yan Yan," he said, "who are you waiting for downstairs on such a cold day?"

His gaze swept over Shen Yan's thin down jacket and his face, which was red from the cold. His brows furrowed, as if he felt sorry for him, or perhaps he was dissatisfied.

Shen Yan subconsciously took a half step back.

He knew what Zhou Xu'an was going to do.

Sure enough, Zhou Xu'an took a step closer and raised his hand to touch his face. "You look so pale, Nuan Nuan."

Shen Yan suddenly turned his head to dodge.

This act of resistance clearly angered Zhou Xu'an.

His feigned gentleness crumbled instantly, revealing his usual sinister nature.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Shen Yan's wrist, the force so great that Shen Yan groaned in pain.

"Don't touch me!" Shen Yan struggled desperately, but couldn't break free.

Zhou Xu'an was taller and stronger than him, and he was never his match in terms of physical strength.

"Come back with me." Zhou Xu'an lowered his voice, bringing his face closer, and put his other arm around Shen Yan's lower back. "Stop fooling around, Yan Yan, you know I don't want to force myself on you... It's the New Year, hmm?"

Shen Yan felt nauseous and wanted to vomit as he was being held in his arms.

He turned his face away, pushing her away forcefully, his voice hoarse and cracking: "Let go! Zhou Xu'an, let go of me!"

Zhou Xu'an not only didn't let go, but moved his face even closer, seemingly wanting to kiss Shen Yan. After Shen Yan violently dodged him, he stopped trying to kiss her and instead lowered his voice, trying to persuade Shen Yan: "Listen to me, come with me. Auntie, I will arrange everything for the New Year's Eve dinner. You just need to stay by my side as before."

After saying that, he ignored Shen Yan's resistance and tried to pull Shen Yan away with him.

Just then, a blinding white light shone directly in front of him, accompanied by a loud whistle:

"Beep—!!!"

Xu Zhao stopped the motorcycle, turned off the engine, and took off his helmet. "What are you doing! It's Chinese New Year, are you acting out an idol drama downstairs?"

Shen Yan and Zhou Xu'an both froze at the same time.

Zhou Xu'an released Shen Yan, frowning and squinting.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shen Yan staggered back two steps, his heart pounding wildly.

Xu Zhao swept his long legs and dismounted from the motorcycle.

He looked at Zhou Xu'an with no expression on his face, as if he had just seen dogs fighting on the side of the road and was just meddling in someone else's business.

"Who are you?" Zhou Xu'an glanced at Xu Zhao, his gaze finally settling on the delivery box on the back of the motorcycle. His eyes flashed with undisguised contempt. "Delivering food? Put the stuff down. This is none of your business. Get out of here."

Xu Zhao ignored his words and turned her gaze to Shen Yan. After confirming that he was alright, she took out a thermal container from the delivery box, saying, "My mom insisted that I take more. One container has nutritious porridge and minced meat for your mom, it's warm and you can eat it right away. The other one has vegetables and rice, it's still hot."

As he spoke, he carried the items, walked around Zhou Xu'an, and steadily handed them to Shen Yan.

Zhou Xu'an's face darkened. "I told you to put your things down and leave. Can't you understand human language?"

After Shen Yan had secured his things, Xu Zhao turned around, stood in front of Shen Yan, and looked at Zhou Xu'an again, "Who are you? Why are you blocking the way? You're blocking my delivery to the customer."

"Client?" Zhou Xu'an scoffed, turning to look at Shen Yan, who was pale-faced beside him, his tone mocking: "Yan Yan, you found this person to deliver your meals? It seems you're really not doing well without me."

He looked at Xu Zhao again, resuming his condescending attitude: "Alright, leave the stuff here. I'll give you double the price. Now, disappear immediately."

"Double?" Xu Zhao raised an eyebrow, seemingly considering it for a moment, then nodded. "Sure."

Just as Zhou Xu'an's face revealed a look of disdain that said, "I knew it," Xu Zhao said unhurriedly, "You have money, huh? So what if you have money? Just because you have money doesn't mean you can bully people at their door during the New Year. Are you even human?"

He spoke in a nonchalant, carefree manner, his street-smart, reckless air completely unleashed.

The disdainful expression on Zhou Xu'an's face instantly turned gloomy. As a respected company CEO, he had never been insulted like this by a food deliveryman.

"Are you looking for death?" He almost gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with undisguised malice, and reached out to grab Xu Zhao's collar.

Shen Yan's face turned deathly pale, and he instinctively tried to step forward to stop him: "Zhou Xu'an, don't touch him!"

Xu Zhao stopped Shen Yan, who was about to step forward, with one hand, without moving an inch. He let Zhou Xu'an grab the front of his windproof jacket, and even sneered, looking down at the hand adorned with an expensive watch. "What, you want to resort to violence just because you can't win an argument?"

He looked up and met Zhou Xu'an's sinister eyes. There was no fear on his face, but rather a hint of eager excitement.

"Come on, let's practice? Perfect timing, it's the New Year, let's stretch our muscles and warm up. Afterwards, we can go to the police station together and watch the Spring Festival Gala there, how novel!"

As he spoke, he pushed Zhou Xu'an's hand forward with his shoulder, and using the force of Zhou Xu'an's grab, he suddenly lurched forward, forcing Zhou Xu'an to take a step back.

He spoke loudly, and from the windows of several apartments in the adjacent building, people kept peeking out.

Enraged by his push, Zhou Xu'an threw a punch, but Xu Zhao didn't even blink. He reached out with his left hand and precisely grabbed Zhou Xu'an's wrist, pressing down and twisting it. At the same time, he subtly thrust his right knee forward, slamming it into the tendon on the outside of Zhou Xu'an's thigh.

His movements were clean and crisp, displaying the ruthlessness and cunning honed through street fighting.

Zhou Xu'an grunted, his fist not even touching Xu Zhao, but instead suffered a hidden loss, his entire arm was sore and numb, and his legs instantly lost strength.

Xu Zhao released his grip, and Zhou Xu'an stumbled back half a step before regaining his balance, his face flushed and pale.

He hadn't expected the deliveryman to be so tough.

"I'm just a food delivery guy, unemployed, and single. What am I afraid of? You're different, Mr. Zhou."

"The boss of Xushi Interactive got into a fight during the Lunar New Year and threatened and coerced a former employee... How about this headline? Want me to think of something else for you?"

"Did a well-known company CEO allegedly sexually harass a former male employee, but was subdued by a food delivery driver who intervened to stop him?"

"The owner of a pay-to-win, trashy mobile game commits real-life violence, prompting players to exclaim, 'Is the game a reflection of reality?'"

"Don't worry, my buddy covers news for the local city newspaper, and he's just looking for a juicy story. Do you think we'll both be on the front page of the social news section after we're in jail?"