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Butler Li went to the kitchen to watch over the chef when he was stopped by someone at the door. The gardener who was in charge of the garden came in with a huge cardboard box.

“I don’t know who put this outside, but it has Miss He’s name on it. Did Miss He mail the things she bought?” The gardener handed the delivery box to the butler, turned around, and walked out. He continued to sweep the snow in the courtyard.

“Why is it so heavy?” Butler Li saw that the name of the recipient was indeed He Miao’s. He walked back to the living room and placed the package in front of her. “Miss He, did you buy this online?”

He Miao shook her head in puzzlement. She picked up the box and shook it gently. She blinked in surprise when she heard the sound of metal colliding inside. “I didn’t buy anything. Did Jing Yan buy it?”

She handed the box to Jing Yan, thinking that he had bought something, but it ended up with her name written on it.

However Jing Yan also denied that he had bought anything. He picked up a pair of scissors and cut the tape on the cardboard box. When he opened the package, he was surprised to see several cold vegetable knives lying inside.

He Miao jumped in shock and quickly snatched the box over. She carefully searched for the sender’s address, but all she found was a virtual place name that did not exist.

Old Master Jing frowned and asked, “Did Miaomiao offend someone recently?”

He Miao was about to deny it when she suddenly thought of He Wei’s strange behavior on New Year’s Day. She suddenly became uncertain.

Jing Yan looked at her and knew who she was thinking of. His face was cold as he said, “Don’t leave the Jing family house by yourself during this time. I’ll go with you wherever you want to go, in case some people find an opportunity to do something desperate.”

“Alright,” she said. He Miao knew the severity of the matter and nodded obediently.

Since the other party had already sent her an entire box of vegetable knives, it was obvious that their hatred for her was not just a little. She had to be careful and ensure her own safety.

During dinner, He Miao ate worriedly. Seeing this, Old Master Jing patted her on the shoulder and comforted her, “Don’t be afraid. With Jing Yan here, no one can hurt you. You’ll be safe as long as you stay with him.”

He Miao nodded slightly, but she was not worried about the time she would be in the Jing family house. She was worried about what would happen after class resumed.

She could not ask Jing Yan to give up his work to follow her all the time, so she would better make it a habit to carry some self-defense tools with her.

After dinner, she went back to her room alone and found a small fruit knife and put it under her pillow. Onion tilted his head and looked at her in confusion.

He Miao held Onion in her arms and stroked its furry head, the little uneasiness in her heart fading a little.

At eight o’ clock in the evening, Jing Yan opened his eyes from He Miao’s bed on time. The coldness in his eyes completely disappeared when he heard the sound of water in the bathroom.

He and Old Master Jing had checked the surveillance in the yard when He Miao was not around, but they had only seen a man in black at the edge of the video.

He then checked the surveillance cameras of the entire villa area and found a suspicious black car. Unfortunately, it was snowing suddenly outside, so the license plate was unclear. Otherwise, he could have followed the clues and found the villain who dared to threaten He Miao to vent his anger.

Even if they could not find out who that person was, it was an undeniable fact that a strange man had his eyes on He Miao.

Jing Yan was thinking much more than He Miao. In his eyes, He Wei was not the only one who would do such a thing. The other members of the He family were also suspected.

Especially that He Feng.

He had cut off many of He Feng’s financial sources behind He Miao’s back, so He Feng would have definitely noticed that he was the one behind it.

No matter who the mastermind was, since he dared to target He Miao, Jing Yan would not let him off easily.

The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped abruptly. He Miao dried her hair and walked out. She saw Onion on the bed staring at her with a burning gaze and was stunned.

This was the umpteenth time she felt that Jing Yan and Onion were very similar.

The way Onion looked at her now, He Miao could not tell the difference between it and Jing Yan. It was clearly different from the Onion she saw before she entered the bathroom.

She walked over to Onion and gently stroked his head.

Jing Yan closed his eyes and enjoyed her gentleness. From time to time, he would stick out his little tongue and lick her palm.

It was only at this time that he could fully enjoy the pleasure brought by her palm. If it were on him, he would never do such an embarrassing action.

What he did not know was that this simple gesture had suddenly reminded He Miao of the day she had touched Jing Yan’s head.

At that time, Jing Yan’s expression was exactly the same as Onion’s.