The Crippled Boss Loves Me

Hearing Lu Shaoyang's words, both Ji Yan and Shen Hanxing's faces turned cold. Shen Hanxing squeezed Ji Yan's palm and said with a cold look, "Mr. Ji, you're being looked down on."

"I don't like to talk much with people." Ji Yan lowered his eyes to hide the coldness in his eyes. "Compared to words, I prefer to make people regret with actions." His voice was filled with confidence and pride, and he was extremely domineering.

"I will wait for you to return triumphantly, Mr. Ji," Shen Hanxing chuckled and suddenly grabbed Ji Yan's collar. Under everyone's watchful eyes, she pulled Ji Yan in front of her and planted a kiss on his lips. "This is my present to encourage you, Mr. Ji."

The whole of S City knew that Ji Yan did not show his emotions on his face. He was calm, introverted, cold, and distant. However, at this moment, Ji Yan's calm black eyes suddenly rippled, as if a hard ice had been ignited in an instant. A spark started a prairie fire, and his blood was burning with it.

Ji Yan raised his hand and touched his soft lips. His eyes were full of fighting spirit, and his lips curved into an arrogant smile. He suddenly felt that this boring game was starting to become interesting, and he even wanted to play a few more games. He loved Shen Hanxing's valiant and charming appearance to death. When he saw her brazenly display her intimacy with him in front of everyone, his heart almost bloomed like a flower. It was so sweet that it made him dizzy. Even if it was just an archery competition, he would be willing to go into battle and kill the enemy.

Ji Yan did not say anything else. His warm palm landed on Shen Hanxing's head through the sun hat. He pressed it gently and firmly, like a silent promise. Then, without any hesitation, he turned around and walked to the shooting position. The aura around him became more and more fierce. How could he let his wife down? Not only did he want to win this match, but he also wanted to win it beautifully! Standing at the designated position, Ji Yan's eyes emitted a sharp light as he focused on nocking the bow!

It was said that serious men were the most handsome. Ji Yan, who was already outstanding in appearance, was like a dazzling and hot light source under the sun at this moment. His arms were tight because of his strength, revealing the explosive muscle lines. Every part of his body was full of masculine pheromones. Ji Yan's muscles were not exaggerated. He looked thin when dressed and fleshy when undressed. They were not exaggerated to the point of being ugly, nor did they make people feel like he was weak. He had a dazzling sense of power. That iron and blood-like aura of determination, that sharp lines and focused expression, all of it made people blush and their hearts beat faster.

The few girls present did not dare to look at Ji Yan for fear that they would be entranced. The boys could not help but look at Ji Yan with eyes full of envy. Shen Hanxing even saw one of the rich second-generation kids lower his head and pinch his arm after watching Ji Yan. "Tsk, President Ji's body is probably full of muscles, right? I wonder if I'll be as handsome as President Ji if I start training now."

"In your dreams. Look at President Ji's face..." A friend of the second-generation rich kid laughed, his tone sour and envious. "If I'm even one-tenth as handsome as President Ji, I'll wake up laughing from my dreams."

Shen Hanxing's eyes lit up when she heard their conversation. She felt sweet and proud, and her heart was beating very fast. She suddenly understood why there were always girls waiting by the sports field in high school, waiting to bring water to the boys who were playing basketball. It could only be said that bringing water was a feast for the eyes.

Ji Yan's aura was overbearing. When he pulled the bow, he was not as casual and lazy as Shen Hanxing, nor was he as tense as Lu Shaoyang. He was focused and confident, calm and composed, and his movements were as smooth as flowing water.

"Whoosh!" With the sound of the arrow piercing through the air, Ji Yan did not even look at the arrow that was shot. He quickly picked up the next arrow and continued to repeat the previous action. The target was a little far away. With Lu Shaoyang's eyesight, he could only vaguely see that Ji Yan's performance was very good. The proof was that not a single arrow missed the target. There was not a single arrow in the outer ring, and they were all concentrated in the center of the target.

Lu Shaoyang's heart sank.

It did not take long for all ten arrows to be shot. Ji Yan put the bow and arrows on the table beside him and glanced indifferently at the person guarding the target. He had learned archery when he used to practice shooting, and this practice of hitting a fixed target was child's play for him. Even if it was a moving target, he could easily hit the center of the target.