The Crippled Boss Loves Me

"Yes, I'll have to trouble you," Shen Hanxing nodded and bade the police officer farewell with a gentle attitude. Not only did she not manage to find out anything from Fan Cheng, but she had also been filled with many questions. Shen Hanxing had been preoccupied with her thoughts throughout the entire journey.

"Mrs. Ji, don't worry too much," Ji Yan rubbed the space between Shen Hanxing's brows and smoothed out the wrinkles on her face, "madam, if you're still worried, I can hire a few retired soldiers to protect grandma. I'll also get someone to investigate the person behind Fan Cheng." Ji Group had a strong foundation, wealth, and power. It would be easier for them to investigate anything than Shen Hanxing.

"I'll have to trouble Mr. Ji then," Shen Hanxing did not refuse. The enemy was in the dark while they were out in the open. She was a little worried and hoped to find out the danger as soon as possible and strangle him in the cradle. However, she subconsciously grabbed Ji Yan's hand and placed it on her knee. Then, she pried his slender fingers so that his palm faced up. Her fingertips gently caressed every inch of Ji Yan's palm as if she was trying to feel something. As she touched it, Shen Hanxing seemed to be deep in thought.

After a period of pampering, the calluses on Shen Hanxing's hands disappeared from the hard life. Her hands were now delicate and white, without signs of being worn out by life. They were like fine art.

Shen Hanxing's fair and tender fingers slid across Ji Yan's palm, bringing a slight itch. The itch seemed to have a life of its as it spread from her fingers to her heart. Soon, it burrowed into the tip of her heart, filling it with an indescribable itch. Ji Yan could not help but curl his fingers and call out in a low and hoarse voice, "Madam?"

"Mr. Ji's hands have many calluses," Shen Hanxing returned to her senses but did not retract her hand. Instead, she continued to caress Ji Yan's fingers. Her clear eyes fell on Ji Yan's face, and she asked, "this isn't a mark that can be left behind by holding a pen and signing."

Shen Hanxing could not figure out why Ji Yan, a wealthy second-generation heir who was always at his beck and call and whose most tiring job since he was young was probably to study, had so many calluses. Moreover, the positions of these cocoons were bizarre. They were at the joint between the thumb and index finger and the left and right sides of the index finger.

Ji Yan, who had always been calm and collected, stiffened a little when he heard Shen Hanxing's question. His eyes showed some hesitation. Shen Hanxing did not give him a chance to hesitate. He raised his other hand and touched his palm in the same way. His hand was covered in a thin layer of calluses, as he had expected. In addition, there were calluses on other parts of Ji Yan's hands, but they were not as obvious as these. Most of these calluses were left behind by years of holding guns.

Shen Hanxing's eyes were full of curiosity. His penetrating gaze fell on Ji Yan's right shoulder. He wondered if there was a thin cocoon in the area covered by his clothes. It was well known that the country had strict gun control, even to the point of strictness. She had never heard of Ji Yan joining the army before, so how did he leave these marks on his body? The positions of the other calluses also looked like various weapons had ground them out. The country was still considered peaceful. Even if Ji Yan had a special preference for guns and ammunition and often went to the club to practice, there would not be so many calluses left.

So what exactly had Ji Yan experienced? When Shen Hanxing was thinking, she always ignored everything else and focused on her thoughts. Her clear eyes were bright, and her gaze was like a knife. She could not wait to cut Ji Yan's clothes open and see what was going on with his shoulder that was covered by his clothes.

Ji Yan's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he felt somewhat nervous. He swallowed his saliva and opened his mouth to call out, "Madam..." Her voice was hoarse, and she hesitated to speak.

"It's nothing. If it's not convenient, don't say it," Seeing Ji Yan's reaction, Shen Hanxing smiled considerately. She rubbed the calluses on his palm with her slightly cold fingers and explained with a smile, "I'm just observing out of habit. I'm not forcing you to tell me your secret." She was curious about Ji Yan's experience, including his decisive means. It made her extremely curious.