Chapter 2 Who changed the clothes?

"Done?" Jiang Jingxing held a cigarette between his slender fingers, but he didn't smoke it, letting the ash fall.

His voice was extremely cold, yet very low. His figure was hidden behind the curtain, and the moonlight from outside shone in, falling on his delicate face, with cold eyebrows and eyes.

I don't know what the other end said, Jiang Jingxing's voice became colder, "Don't kill him for now."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Jingxing turned around and saw that Li Qinghe, who was originally sleeping, had woken up without knowing when. He didn't know how much of the conversation just now had fallen into her ears.

Jiang Jingxing's thick eyebrows drooped slightly. He extinguished the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the trash can, then walked towards Li Qinghe with his long legs.

With a "click", Li Qinghe turned on the light in the room, sat up, and looked at the man in front of him.

His facial features were extremely handsome, his eyes were dark and deep, and his lips were pale and cold. He was a little different from the boy in my memory, but more stable, and his temperament was more unpredictable than before.

When Li Qinghe looked at him, the man was also staring at her. His cold eyes were tinged with the afterglow of the light, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and the lines on his profile were cold and hard.

"Jiang Jingxing?" Li Qinghe asked tentatively, but found that his voice was unusually hoarse.

Jiang Jingxing glanced at her, turned around and poured her a cup of warm water, placed it on the table, and then raised his lips slightly, but his voice was chilling, "I thought you had forgotten me."

To him, ten years is a period of time that cannot be any longer.

Perhaps because he had been drugged, Li Qinghe was a little cautious. He took a sip and only continued drinking after making sure there was no problem.

Jiang Jingxing took in all her vigilance and sat in front of her, his long legs casually crossed together, his whole body exuding an aura that made him difficult to approach.

"Thank you this time." Li Qinghe's voice was much moister, low and slow, like a stream flowing through the mountains.

Jiang Jingxing sneered and tapped the table with his bony fingers. "Li Qinghe, I want more than just a thank you."

He is more elusive than ever.

Yes, if he could be easily seen through, he would not be Jiang Jingxing.

Jiang Jingxing was only a teenager back then, but he was as mature as an adult. Now, ten years later, even someone as calm as Li Qinghe could not help but feel a little scared in front of him and subconsciously wanted to avoid him.

"What do you want?" Li Qinghe asked her. Her long hair fell on her chest and her makeup had been removed. Because she had just woken up, her fair face was pink. She sat quietly on the bed, looking lazy and well-behaved.

Want to occupy the person tightly.

"Li Qinghe"

The man in front of her suddenly had a terrifying and intimidating look in his eyes. Li Qinghe's heart trembled, but she heard the man approaching her and saying in a deep voice, "I want you."

Li Qinghe was slightly stunned. At that time, the Jiang family was at its peak, and only the Li family could rival them. In addition, the two families had a good relationship, so the parents of both families arranged a marriage for them.

The funny thing is that Li's father originally planned to let Li Qingyun marry Jiang Jingxing, but Li Qingyun was playful by nature at that time, not as mature and stable as she is now, and was very noisy. So by accident, the quiet and obedient Li Qinghe became Jiang Jingxing's fiancée.

Thinking of this, Li Qinghe smiled faintly, "Boss Jiang, we are indeed engaged. But ten years have passed, and I believe Boss Jiang must have a better candidate..."

"Li Qinghe." Jiang Jingxing's dangerous breath lingered in Li Qinghe's ears, hot and frightening, "Do you want to break the contract?"

Li Qinghe tilted her head slightly, revealing his cold and hard profile. His skin was white and delicate, without a single pore. His nose was high, but his slightly narrow eyes were a little frost-like, cold, and dangerous.

"No." Li Qinghe spoke in a gentle voice with a peaceful smile on her face, like a well-behaved doll.

Jiang Jingxing raised his eyebrows. He was also deceived by Li Qinghe's illusion. Although he looked gentle on the outside, he was actually wilder than anyone else.

Li Qinghe placed her slender hands on Jiang Jingxing's chest and slightly distanced them. She raised her pretty pink lips slightly, politely yet distantly, "I'm just discussing this with you. President Jiang..."

"You didn't call me like that before." Jiang Jingxing held her hand, lowered his eyes, and looked at her carefully with a venomous look, which was frightening. "Qinghe, do you need me to help you remember?"

The word "Qinghe" made Li Qinghe's scalp tingle.

At that time, Jiang Jingxing had just come to her house. Li Qingyun was playful by nature, and the Li couple were busy with work, so the task of taking care of Jiang Jingxing naturally fell on her.

The boy was silent and withdrawn. To cheer him up, she often teased him by calling him Ah Xing. Even after so many years, Li Qinghe still clearly remembered that afternoon when the boy, whose features were still young, had a cold look in his eyes, filled with deep disgust for the world.

Li Qinghe was just a child at that time, and he did not have the composure he has now. After being frightened, he only dared to call Jiang Jingxing "brother" obediently.

"Jiang Jingxing." Li Qinghe lowered her eyebrows, her simple little face was quiet and well-behaved. Her voice was thin and emotionless, but it made people feel aggrieved. "My hand hurts."

A deep laugh escaped from Jiang Jingxing's lips, and the force on her wrist did not decrease at all. "Be good if it hurts. I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm not your toy." Li Qinghe raised her eyes, her bright eyes carrying a hint of cruelty, "Jiang Jingxing, let go."

The little tiger showed his claws.

Looking at the fierce Li Qinghe, Jiang Jingxing was in a very good mood. He let her go leisurely, and brushed her hair with his fingers domineeringly, gently rolling it, "I still like your fierce look."

What a pervert.

Li Qinghe did not respond to his question, but touched her face and asked, "Did you remove my makeup?"

"Um."

Li Qinghe lowered his head and asked again, "Who changed the clothes?"

She wasn't wearing the same dress as before. I thought there might be a servant here, but looking at the situation, it was more likely that Jiang Jingxing had changed it for him.

Sure enough, the man in front of her leaned forward slightly, looking down at her, his eyes were arbitrary and almost cruel, "Li Qinghe, do you think I would let anyone else touch you?"

"It's unreasonable." Li Qinghe closed his eyes and raised a mocking smile. "Back then I thought you would turn into a wolf when you grew up."

But she didn't expect that the wolf would bite her too.

Jiang Jingxing did not comment, but only spoke in a low voice in the silent night, "So, Li Qinghe, you can't escape."