Chapter 7

Ping'an's face turned pale instantly. She didn't know what she had experienced in the past that led him to get her nude photos!

She was flustered, but she forced herself to say, "So what? I don't care what others think. Just post it if you want."

In fact, her mind was blank. Fear and panic took over her mind and she didn't know what to do.

Hearing her words, Qin Qing finally realized something was wrong: "I haven't seen you for three months, how come you've changed?"

He rolled his eyes and turned around nonchalantly: "Okay, let me think about who to send it to first... How about sending it to Cheng Xiangheng, I think-"

"etc!"

A panicked voice came from behind: "Don't send it to him!"

Qin Qing curled his lips and turned to look at Ping An, whose face was pale. "Is this all the backbone you have? You weren't like this when you rejected me before."

Ping An was trembling all over, tears quickly filling his eyes: "No! Don't send it to Cheng Xiangheng!"

If I send it to Cheng Xiangheng, the only person who cares about me in this world will be gone.

Qin Qing had originally just wanted to scare her, since she had pretended not to know him well. But now she looked so pitiful, and something in his chest seemed to jump. "Okay, as long as you follow me, I will never send the photos out."

He leaned closer to her, his voice ambiguous: "Besides, what's the point of you working here? Everyone coaxes you and pampers you. They don't even dare to treat you as a good friend. Do you like this illusion? Take me off your blacklist, huh?"

Followed him?

What does that mean? Do you want to be his boyfriend or girlfriend, or...his lover?

Ping'an's face turned pale. She couldn't get over the hurdle in her heart, and she didn't want to be involved with such a scum.

After a moment of silence, Ping An opened his mouth. Just as he was about to calm him down, two men in black suits suddenly appeared beside him.

"Mr. Qin, your time is up, please come with us."

Qin Qing frowned: "Who are you? What do you mean my time is up?"

The two men in suits didn't say anything else. They were well-trained and captured Qin Qing and dragged him away.

Qin Qing reacted and fought back desperately: "Damn Cheng Xiangheng! What's wrong with me talking to Xiao Ping'an? You bunch of bastards are secretly spying on a little girl! I'm going to kill you sooner or later——"

Qin Qing was covered with his mouth and dragged away.

Ping An was still in shock, tears streaming down his face.

She didn't know what had happened to her in the past. She couldn't remember it, and for some reason she didn't want to recall it.

Has she experienced many unbearable things in the past?

Ping An wiped his tears again and again, but they wouldn't go away. So he squatted in the corridor and cried.

She didn't know what to do.

If the nude photos really get out...

When Ping An thought of this, he felt like the sky was falling. He hurriedly opened his mobile phone and wanted to find the blacklist, but found that it was empty and there was nothing in it.

She might have blocked and deleted Qin Qing before she lost her memory!

A feeling of despair filled her heart. What should she do? Who should she trust to help her?

Suddenly, the door of the safety passage in front of her was opened, and a tall man stood in front of Ping An. The light behind him deformed and distorted the man's shadow, just enough to completely cover her.

She was like food marked by a ghost, waiting to be eaten by the ghost.

But the sacrifice knew nothing about it.

Ping An raised her red eyes, and the moment she saw Cheng Xiangheng, the corners of her lips curved into an even more aggrieved arc: "Cheng Xiangheng..."

Cheng Xiangheng squatted down and opened his arms to Ping An.

Ping An rushed into Cheng Xiangheng's arms like a young swallow flying into the forest, and burst into tears in his arms.

Cheng Xiangheng lowered his eyes and gently coaxed Ping An.

But there was no ripple in his eyes.

His baby was always naughty and always thinking about leaving him. This world was too dangerous, and she had to suffer a little before she knew that only by being with him could she live a carefree life.

"An An, what's wrong with you? What happened? Why are you crying?"

Cheng Xiangheng held Ping'an's face in his hands and gently wiped away her tears with his fingers: "Tell me, what happened?"

Ping An looked at Cheng Xiangheng with a hesitant expression.

Can she trust him?

Any boyfriend would mind if nude photos were in the hands of another man...

But who else could she trust except Cheng Xiangheng?

She has no parents, no money, and is useless. She probably even has very little work experience. In short, she is of no value.

Cheng Xiangheng said he liked her, maybe he liked her body, face, or personality.

Once he knew that she was bound by worldly standards, would he still like her so much?

She is not afraid of poverty or hardship, but she is very afraid of being alone.

Being alone is so painful.

Ping'an's body trembled slightly, but she really didn't know who to believe.

Cheng Xiangheng's heart softened. His An An was so small and cute. He didn't know what the damn Qin Qing said to her that made her nose turn red from crying.

The tearful look on her face made his heart ache.

"An An, tell me, okay? I'll find a way to solve it for you."

Ping An held Cheng Xiangheng's hand. Her body trembled even more violently, and even her innermost teeth began to ache. "It's okay, nothing happened."

Cheng Xiangheng twitched the corners of his mouth, without a smile on his face.

She didn't trust him, so she would rather bear the pressure herself and keep the secret.

But it doesn't matter, he will try his best to gain her trust.

In the huge office on the top floor of the building, Qin Qing's shouting had lasted for half an hour: "Cheng Xiangheng! I. Fuck. Your mother!"

"I sincerely hope that your dream comes true, but," Cheng Xiangheng pushed open the door and came in, smiling, his voice flat, "my mother died of illness a long time ago. If you want to sleep with her, I'm afraid you'll have to go to North America and dig her grave yourself."

Qin Qing was disgusted by his words: "How could your father give birth to such a beast like you!"

Cheng Xiangheng chuckled, not angry at all: "It's really ugly to get angry over something you can't do."

"You fucking—"

Cheng Xiangheng suddenly attacked, punching Qin Qing in the jaw, and then mercilessly kicking him in the abdomen, kicking him to the ground and causing him to spit blood, unable to get up for a long time.

"I punched you because you said something offensive to Ping An, and I kicked you because you made her cry."

Cheng Xiangheng picked up the antique on the table and looked at it carefully.

The antique looked exactly like what Cheng Xiangheng wanted. It was big and heavy, like a brick, and very convenient for hitting people with it.

He weighed it in his hand and grabbed Qin Qing's hair.

"You should really be grateful that Ping An once treated you as a friend. Otherwise, he wouldn't have paid such a small price. Do you understand?"