C10 I will Get My Promise

From the age of sixteen, Nie Zeyu set a rule for himself: no random women were allowed to appear before him. He had discovered that people constantly tried to push women onto him, and he was utterly fed up with it.

However, upon returning to his hometown, he was shocked to find that people here were audacious enough to make decisions for him without his consent.

His cold gaze swept over the woman on the long bed. She reeked of alcohol, and he frowned. It seemed this woman was bold enough to drink excessively.

Nie Zeyu walked over, looking down at her. Her long, silky black hair covered her face, but her slender, alluring figure and skin like porcelain tempted anyone to reach out and touch.

His eyes traveled down to her slightly exposed collarbone, which, combined with her sleeping posture, exuded an irresistible allure.

Even without seeing her face, it was clear she was a beauty. Yet, Nie Zeyu wore a perpetual smirk of disdain; even if a goddess descended from the heavens, he wouldn't be interested.

As Nie Zeyu was observing her, Ji Xinling suddenly turned over, her hand reaching into the air, her head swaying slightly. Her brows furrowed as if she were having a nightmare.

When she turned, her hair fell to the side, revealing her face. Upon seeing her clearly, Nie Zeyu's expression shifted slightly, his pupils narrowing. "So, it's you."

His voice was low and hard to read.

He sat down, studying her face closely. Ji Xinling seemed to be having a nightmare, restless even in her sleep. Her closed eyes fluttered with trembling lashes, and tears kept slipping from the corners. Her vulnerable appearance would tug at anyone's heartstrings.

Nie Zeyu hadn't expected her to be the one brought to him, nor had he expected her to cry in her sleep. Startled, he reached out with a long finger to gently wipe away her tears, his deep voice as soothing as a mountain stream, "Don't cry."

Ji Xinling was indeed trapped in a nightmare. She dreamt she was a child again, with her beloved grandfather by her side. She was so happy, but suddenly, her grandfather just smiled at her, and his body began to fade, becoming transparent, on the verge of disappearing.

She was anxious and scared, reaching out to hold onto him, not wanting him to leave. "Grandpa... don't go, don't leave Xin. Xin will be good, will listen..."

What she grasped was Nie Zeyu's hand. A man who never let women touch him, his hand trembled slightly but he didn't pull away. Listening to her almost desperate tone and watching her tears fall, Nie Zeyu pressed his lips together, his eyes reflecting a flicker of compassion.

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. Just sleep tight."

His smooth, soothing voice, reminiscent of a gentle mountain stream, had a calming effect, with an almost mesmerizing quality. Hearing his words, Ji Xinling, even in her sleep, seemed reassured. Her tears gradually stopped, and her face relaxed into a peaceful expression.

Watching this, Nie Zeyu felt an overwhelming urge not to disturb her. Once he was sure Ji Xinling was deeply asleep and no longer troubled by nightmares, he gently released her hand and moved to the window. With a slight smile, he dialed an unnamed number, his voice steady and devoid of emotion: "I need you to look into everything that happened tonight. Make sure you don't miss a single detail."