Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s

Chapter 1532: Chapter 1532: Crossed the Line

Yan Huan slammed the door open, startling Qin Jian so much that he rolled over and sat up, waking An Hao who was deep in sleep.

”Yan Huan?” Seeing it was her, Qin Jian grabbed the coat lying next to the hospital bed to cover his bare shoulders, watching Yan Huan with a hint of embarrassment, ”What’s up so late?”

”I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I actually had something important to give you, but I didn’t expect...” Previously, when she had yearned for Qin Jian, even getting a glimpse of his face was tough.

Now that she had given up on her obsession with Qin Jian, she ironically noticed his well-built muscles. Oh, fate...

”You really! Bursting into someone’s hospital room in the middle of the night without even knocking. And complaining about other people sleeping together,” An Hao, rubbing her eyes with contempt, glared at Yan Huan.

”What about the other bed over there? Why don’t you go sleep on that one?” Yan Huan, with a teasing smile watching An Hao’s embarrassed face, suddenly felt much better.

”I like it here.” An Hao got off the bed, straightened her pajamas, and then poured a cup of hot water from the thermos for Yan Huan, ”Warm your hands first. Then you can tell me what you found.”

Yan Huan didn’t take the hot water but handed An Hao the camera: ”Take a look. It’s beyond your expectations. With this, Hen Zhiyuan will definitely be out of the picture this time.”

Hearing Yan Huan speak so definitively, An Hao took the camera and after seeing its content, her face almost turned purple: ”My God! Yan Huan, you really have the knack for being a paparazzo.”

”What? Paparazzo?” Upon hearing this, Yan Huan raised her hand and fiercely pinched An Hao’s neck, ”Madam, I’ve been tracking day and night, nearly got kicked out by my superiors, all for dealing with Hen Zhiyuan to support you, and you dare call me a paparazzo?”

”I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way.” An Hao struggled to explain, and after a long while, Yan Huan looked at her skeptically but finally accepted it.

”Is this explosive enough?” Yan Huan asked.

”Yes!”

”Right now, two people are having a passionate moment. Do you want to take someone and go see?” Yan Huan asked.

”Now? What if they’ve already left by the time we get there?”

”How will you know if you don’t try?” Qin Jian, lying in bed, spoke up, ”They say seeing is believing. Let’s notify the security staff right now to check the scene! That would be more persuasive.”

”Okay,” An Hao, clenching her fists, agreed.

An Hao went straight to the army’s discipline inspection department that very night, dragging out a drowsy investigator from their warm bed.

A group of them headed straight to the big hotel.

In the bed, Hen Zhiyuan and Guan Qing, having just concluded their fervent encounter, were gasping for air, holding each other.

Hen Zhiyuan’s drunkenness had almost worn off. Seeing the beguiling woman in his arms, he felt conflicted and entangled.

”Zhiyuan, why are you looking at me like that? Do you hate me now?” Guan Qing, her cheeks still flushed, looked at him.

”No,” In his heart, Guan Qing was the one who held the strings to his kite.

He only silently loved her, yet dared not come too close. He had firmly guarded his bottom line, only for tonight’s drunkenness to break it.

No, perhaps he wasn’t really drunk.

It was just the explosive release of his repressed desires.