Taking advantage of the chaos, Qingqing ran out the door.
"This is outrageous! Arrest them right now!"
Behind me, angry curses and insults mingled together, like the approaching footsteps of death.
Qingqing pursed her lips and ran towards the aloof and indifferent figure in front of her.
The only way to save her now is through Xie Jingrun.
Xie Jingrun did not stop walking, ignoring the commotion behind him.
Until, a disheveled woman in a bright red wedding dress stood in front of him.
Xie Jingrun narrowed his long, narrow eyes, his voice so cold it could freeze, "Get out of here!"
Qingqing was startled by his indifference, and her hair stood on end.
Just as the book described, Xie Jingrun was indeed a man of capricious and tyrannical nature, prone to outbursts of anger, and with a personality as cold and icy as ice, inspiring fear in all who beheld him.
If she could, Qingqing would not want to have anything to do with him, but right now, he is the only person who can save her.
Suppressing her fear, she forced herself to say, "Xie Jingrun, let's make a deal."
"A deal?" Xie Jingrun smiled as if he'd heard a joke, his contempt undisguised. "You?"
"Yes, me!" After saying that, Rong Qingqing became more confident. "You definitely won't lose money if you trade with me."
Xie Jingrun's lips twitched slightly. Without giving her another glance, he walked past her and left.
Rong Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant and quickly grabbed his sleeve.
"Let go!" Xie Jingrun's gaze, like a cold blade, sliced through Rong Qingqing's hand as if it were a physical object.
A chill ran down her spine, but she forced herself to remain composed and said in a very fast voice, "Xie Jingrun, you are not actually the son of Marquis Weiyuan."
Her voice was very low, but Xie Jingrun still heard it.
He stared intently at her, his voice spitting out through clenched teeth, laced with coldness, "What did you say?"
Rong Qingqing quickly let go of her hand and took a step back.
She calmed her fear and said with feigned composure, "I know you've heard me. If you want to know about your origins, then help me resolve this trouble."
Xie Jingrun looked at her as if she were a dead person.
Rong Qingqing was drenched in sweat, her clothes soaked with sweat, she was terrified.
But she was certain that Xie Jingrun would grant her request.
Because Xie Jingrun had long suspected his own origins.
Her words undoubtedly gave him a clue: he would not let her die anytime soon.
"She's there! Quick, grab her!"
At this moment, a large group of people shouted and chased after her aggressively, surrounding Rong Qingqing.
The elder, panting and supported by the younger generation, arrived. He looked at Rong Qingqing as if she were something filthy, and ordered with disgust, "Quickly, take her away!"
Looking at the crowd surrounding her, Rong Qingqing clenched her fists, cold sweat dripping down her face, and looked at Xie Jingrun with hopeful eyes.
If he were willing to save her, it would only take a word!
However, Xie Jingrun remained standing in the same spot, but did not express his opinion for a long time, his eyes lowered, seemingly lost in thought.
Rong Qingqing's heart sank little by little.
Did Xie Jingrun not care about his own background?
That's impossible. According to the book, he will start investigating his own background later on.
She glared at Xie Jingrun, unwilling to give up.
The old woman grabbed her arm and dragged her away with a ferocious expression.
The hope in Rong Qingqing's eyes vanished, leaving only despair.
It seems she lost her gamble!
Xie Jingrun had no interest in making a deal with her. Her eyes darkened as she looked at the wall of people surrounding her, which resembled an iron barrel, and pondered the possibility of escape.
Just then, Xie Jingrun finally raised his eyes, looked at the woman in the old woman's arms who was as weak as a chick but refused to accept her fate, and said in a deep voice, "Let her go!"
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