Chapter 3The "Nice Guy" Challenge

The security guard was a middle-aged man in his 40s. We'd met before; he'd helped me with packages.

Hearing my cry, he picked up his phone to call the police.

"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! Uncle, she's my girlfriend. We just had a fight. It's a lovers' quarrel. You need to understand the situation before calling the police, or it's filing a false report, and you'll be responsible."

The guard thought he made sense and hung up.

But he still tested him:

"You say you're this girl's boyfriend. Tell me her name, what she does in the company, when is her birthday..."

Jayden fell silent.

I rejoiced.

"Uncle, look, he can't say it. I have nothing to do with him, I..."

"Her name is Jane Huang, birthday April 20, 1997. She's a video editor for a media company. She's off late tonight because her colleague called in sick tomorrow, and she..."

He squinted, reciting everything about me word for word.

Even the details of my work were accurate.

I felt like I'd fallen into an ice cave.

How did he know all this?

After hearing these details, the suspicion in the guard's eyes faded significantly.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and grumbled:

"I really don't understand you young couples nowadays. Dating in an office building late at night? Go home quickly, stop wandering around outside."

Hearing this, Jayden nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, you're right. Sorry to delay your work. If I hadn't run to buy flowers, we wouldn't have been delayed so long."

He deliberately held up the roses.

The guard, who still had a sliver of doubt, saw the flowers and patted Jayden's shoulder.

"You kid are quite romantic. Just be more considerate of the girl in the future..."

Listening to these words, a wave of despair rose in my heart.

I wanted to run, but my body had no strength. What if I ran out into the blind spot and got caught?

But now the guard didn't believe me and wouldn't call the police. My phone was dead too.

Did I have to go with him?

No, never!

I took a pen from my bag and held it to my throat.

"Uncle, you know me. Please, help me call the police. He really isn't my boyfr..."

Before I finished, I fainted into Jayden's arms.

He intimately arranged my hair.

"Really, you're so old, yet so willful. Alright, alright, I'll order that bag you wanted later."

I wanted to speak, but my mouth wouldn't obey. I couldn't make a sound.

I could only see the bullet comments surging in the sky.

[See, see? I told you this woman was playing hard to get. A gold digger...]

[Acting. Still acting. Didn't she fall into our handsome, dashing male lead's arms in the end?]

[Worthy of being a harem novel male lead. Just charming.]

Jayden's tone became even gentler. One hand on my waist, the other waving goodbye to the guard:

"Uncle, we're leaving now. Sorry to disturb your work."

Watching the guard's back getting further away, despair welled up inside me.

Tears fell like broken pearls.

Jayden leaned into my ear, whispering so only we could hear:

"It's useless, Ms. Huang. I promised my fan I'd deliver you to his house. He paid me 200k. I'm taking that money, and as for you, I'm definitely delivering you."

I couldn't speak at all. He took me to his motorcycle.

He picked up the helmet prepared for me.

Just then, familiar shouting came from ahead.

My three brothers got out of a car.

I tried to wave, but the helmet was jammed on my head, and his jacket thrown over me.

"Damn it. If it weren't for that accident causing a traffic jam, we wouldn't have been stuck so long. And Jane's phone isn't going through."

Big Brother looked anxious.

"Jane couldn't have gotten into trouble, right? She said she was being harassed, and now she's missing."

Second Brother was also frowning.

"Let's split up and look. Ask people around."

"Okay, split up."

Third Brother ran in my direction.

But Jayden remained calm, provoking me as if for revenge:

"Believe it or not, even if you were right in front of him, he wouldn't recognize you. Who would think I'd be this bold?"

He clamped my waist, mocking:

"But since you want to greet your brother so much, let's say hi before we go."

After speaking, Third Brother's voice was right next to my ear.

"Bro, have you seen a girl, about 165cm, big eyes, wearing a blue shirt, white skirt, oh right, and black-rimmed glasses?"

Jayden shook his head with that "nice guy" look again.

"Just got here myself, taking my girlfriend for a ride. Didn't see her."

Hearing "girlfriend," Third Brother looked at me.

The helmet was so heavy I couldn't turn my head. My mouth was numb; I couldn't speak.

I wanted to reach out, but Jayden held my hand tight.

Third Brother looked at my jacket and quickly looked away.

"Alright, won't disturb you and your girlfriend then. Thanks."

Jayden smiled friendly, adding:

"No problem. Hope you find your sister soon. Hope she's safe."

Hearing me mentioned, Third Brother's voice softened.

"Thanks, bro."

Seeing Third Brother leave, Jayden stopped pretending.

He sighed:

"Jane Huang, oh Jane Huang. If you just agreed to let me take you, nothing would have happened. You had to resist. Now, my fan is anxious. You're going to suffer."

The engine roared. I was utterly hopeless.

I didn't know who this fan was or why they were doing this to me.

I closed my eyes, unable to accept my fate.

If this was my future, I'd rather drag him down to hell with me.

Just as I decided to headbutt him, a black Mercedes blocked the motorcycle.

Big Brother got out.

Second Brother held a bat.

Third Brother gripped a brick.

They were all glaring at Jayden.

"Put my sister down right the f*ck now! Who said you could touch my sister?"

Seeing the situation turn bad, Jayden pushed me off the bike and prepared to flee.

But as soon as he turned, sirens wailed.

The security guard was blocking the way with the police.

I lay in Third Brother's arms and passed out.