Ye Qingliu listened quietly, with no expression on his face, except that the fingers holding the wine glass tightened slightly, and the knuckles turned a little white.
When Zhang Xuanhua said that Ning Xiuyan was so angry that he dared to reach out and grab his collar and even tried to touch his face——
Click.
The crystal glass in Ye Qingliu's hand was gently placed on the low table next to him, making a crisp sound.
The air in the piano room seemed to stagnate for a moment.
Ye Qingliu slowly raised his eyes, and his gray-blue eyes shot towards Zhang Xuanhua through the lenses like ice cones. His gaze was so sharp that it seemed to be able to penetrate the skin and reach the darkest corner of the human heart.
The mirror reflected the cold light, clearly illuminating the fleeting, almost condensed, icy murderous intent in his eyes. That chill was even more biting than the autumn wind outside the window.
"Did he touch you?" Ye Qingliu's voice was very low, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from under the ice, with a heart-pounding calmness.
Zhang Xuanhua met those gray-blue eyes, and the wicked smile on his lips didn't fade at all, but instead became even wider, with an almost provocative tone: "Almost."
He stretched out his slender, clean fingers and looked at them slowly and leisurely, as if appreciating a work of art.
"Just when his dirty claws were about to touch my face..." He drawled out the tone, watching with satisfaction as the frost in Ye Qingliu's eyes grew thicker and thicker.
"I kicked him into the open-air pond at the end of the alley, which was filled with fallen leaves, garbage, and who knows what else."
He picked up the glass and took a sip comfortably, as if savoring some exquisite wine. "With a splash, water splashed everywhere. Tsk, tsk, that scene was much more exciting than when his sister kicked him into their own swimming pool. At least the water in that pool was clean."
Upon hearing that Ning Xiuyan had ended up in such a miserable state, the cold anger that was about to burst out of Ye Qingliu's eyes slowly receded like a tide, and he regained the calmness of a deep pool.
He picked up the wine glass again, and slowly stroked the cold crystal glass wall with his fingertips. In the depths of his gray-blue eyes, there was an indescribable coldness.
"The dirty pool...it's a good deal for him." Ye Qingliu's voice returned to its clarity, but the deep contempt and disgust in his tone were as clear as a brand.
"It seems Sister Wan's kick was too light. He didn't learn the lesson well enough."
When the word "Sister Wan" was mentioned, the oppressive and cold aura on Ye Qingliu miraculously softened a little.
A very faint, almost imperceptible trace of warmth and dependence flashed across the gray-blue eyes, like a corner of ice quietly melting.
"Speaking of which," Ye Qingliu tilted his head slightly, his eyes looking through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows at the dark night outside, his thoughts seemed to drift away.
Ye Qingliu picked up the wine glass and took another sip. The spicy liquor seemed unable to dispel the cold murderous intent brought by the memories. Frost settled in his gray-blue eyes.
"After that, Ning Yunmeng went home crying and complaining. Ning Xiuyan, desperate to protect his sister (or perhaps to make a name for himself), found a bunch of low-class people outside the school and blocked us on the way home from school."
His voice was cold and filled with disdain. "He himself didn't have the guts to show up and only dared to hide in the background. As a result, those losers were beaten so badly by the three of us that they couldn't even find their way back."
Zhang Xuanhua swirled the ice in his glass, making a crisp clinking sound. A cold glint flickered in his light blue eyes. "So, I'm going to teach him a lesson this time. The smell of the dirty pool should be enough for him to savor for a while."
He paused and added, "The Ning family and I have nothing in common. He just ran into this and asked for death."
Ye Qingliu glanced at Zhang Xuanhua, and a very faint smile of tacit understanding that only they understood flashed across the depths of his gray-blue eyes.
He understood Zhang Xuanhua, just as Zhang Xuanhua understood him. They were the same kind of people, both inherently vindictive and ruthless, and protective of their own shortcomings.
It’s just that Zhang Xuanhua’s methods are more blatant and evil, while Ye Qingliu is more accustomed to crushing his opponents with rules and coldness.
"However," Ye Qingliu changed the subject, his gray-blue eyes looking at Zhang Xuanhua through his lenses with a hint of scrutiny, "You came here to tell me this, not just to share the fun of kicking people into the water, right?"
He knew his high school classmate and good friend too well. Zhang Xuanhua seemed cynical, but in fact he was a meticulous thinker, with a purpose in every step he took.
The playful smile on Zhang Xuanhua's face faded a little, and his light blue eyes became deeper, like a deep sea with undercurrents.
He put down his wine glass, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice with a barely perceptible solemnity: "Ning Xiuyan is a idiot, not worth worrying about. But he has the Ning family behind him. Although Ning Xiwan now holds some power, the Ning family is not a monolithic entity."
"Ning Xiuyan has suffered such a great loss. With his vindictive, foolish, and impulsive personality, he will never let it go. He can't do anything to me, nor you, but will he vent his anger on me, or be used by someone with ulterior motives to cause trouble for Miss Ning?"
When mentioning "Miss Ning", Zhang Xuanhua's tone also carried a subtle hint of respect and concern.
That calm, strong, and protective woman deserves this respect.
Ye Qingliu pushed the silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a cold light flashed in his gray-blue eyes, as sharp as a blade drawn from its sheath.
"He dares." The voice was clear, yet contained unquestionable determination. "It seems the lesson from last time wasn't profound enough. If he, or anyone from the Ning family, dares to raise their claws in front of Sister Wan again..."
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