Crown Prince Zhang Youye from the Jing Circle. He was known for his noble, lazy, and unruly nature. After encountering his mother's affair, he was determined not to go through with the arranged...
"Qin Tong, if you don't want to die here, hurry up and tell me what you want to do with this pen."
"You fucking want to kill someone? Don't you understand that this is a society governed by law?" Suppressing his urge to eat, Qin Tong brought up the Qin family's trump card, "If you dare to touch me, believe me, my dad will make sure you spend the rest of your life in jail!"
A few more seconds were wasted. Zhang Youye closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, his eyes filled with impatience.
Leaning back on the sofa, Zhang Youye lit a cigarette, pushed aside the bodyguard blocking Qin Tong, and met his defiant gaze. He leaned close to Qin Tong, his eyes filled with confidence.
"Don't worry, even if I go in, I'll drag your Qin family down with me."
"To be honest, I've already had explosives planted downstairs in this building. Now, I'm giving you one last chance. If you don't talk, before I leave, I'll tie you up here, and then—"
Without him having to finish speaking, Qin Tong naturally understood what would follow.
Then, Zhang Youye looked at the clock on the wall, waiting for the second hand to return to its original position, and whispered the words in his ear.
"Sixty-second countdown."
When Zhang Youye's cold, deep voice ended at the last note, Qin Tong was stunned by his mad behavior.
Even the black-clad men who followed orders showed a hint of surprise in Shu Chuanran's indifferent eyes.
Even after the second hand had ticked ten times, the large living room remained shrouded in this eerie silence.
In a world where no one speaks, only the shattered door frame sways precariously in the biting wind.
The mess at the gate was just like Qin Tong's heart at that moment, beating erratically and chaotically.
She tried to calm her racing heart, but whether it was the overpowering smell of explosives or Zhang Youye's utterly fearless arrogance, she glanced at Shu Chuanran, who was equally indifferent.
Gazing at their impassive faces, Qin Tong took a deep breath and chose to tell the truth.
“It’s Miyou, I bought it for Miyou.”