The Battle of Heaven’s Garden

 While Sian stood with the Xia family, Lan Qisheng occupied his seat. Not that he did not wish to stand alongside his lover, but somehow it seemed like these criminals had no idea who he was as the CEO of one of the most powerful corporations.

Lan Qisheng surveyed his surroundings with vigilant delicacy, senses pickled and on sharp picket. There was tension in the air as he poised, muscle knotted like a tense spring, set to bounce into action at the slightest cue from Sian. Every little detail of the ambience became radiantly distinct in his scorching perception—the whispery crackle of leaves being stirred somewhere in the background, the distant rumble of conversation, and the faint whiff of damp earth—all uniting into his hot perception as he waited for the signal.

Meanwhile, Sian held Madam Xia and Ziming's hands as he gazed around.

The robbers had queued up more than fifteen people beside him and were also negotiating on the phone seemingly.