[Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Being sold to the Golden Triangle: The sadistic story of Bai Yueguang (12)]
Mr. Hu tightened his grip on the teacup and blew away the foam in the water. His expression was as cold as usual: "Nothing can be hidden from your eyes."
"She's just a woman, she can't cause any trouble."
He took a sip of tea, and Yan Qing's charming face appeared in his mind.
Sitting in front of him, wearing a crimson purple Tang suit, was Jiang Chenggong, the actual leader of the Yuanlong Society.
"Yuanlong, I'm assured that you will be here."
Jiang Chenggong smiled and changed the subject, "Did that kid bother you?"
Mr. Hu's eyelids twitched and he shook his head.
The real trouble is someone else.
"I only have this one child. Please take more care of him." Jiang Chenggong fiddled with the Buddhist beads several times and sighed softly.
He was only in his fifties, but his gray hair made him look very old, as if he had one foot in the coffin.
Only the three white parts of his eyes looked cloudy, but they actually contained a fierce look.
Perhaps it was because he had killed too many people when he was young, so he was burdened with sins and the retribution fell on his descendants.
Of the three sons and two daughters, not a single one was left.
After suffering the pain of losing his sons one after another, his body suddenly collapsed.
Unwilling to leave his successor without a successor, he conducted several investigations and finally found Agang, who was an unexpected surprise.
The red-light girl with whom he had a brief affair in Thailand left him with his only remaining bloodline.
Mr. Hu suppressed his laziness and said seriously, "Don't worry, Mr. Jiang, I will protect the young master with my life."
Jiang Chenggong had no doubt about his loyalty.
"Fifteen years have passed in the blink of an eye." Jiang Chenggong stared at his face with a look of nostalgia in his eyes.
He knew at first sight that this boy had a secret.
The guy who couldn't even remember his own name stubbornly refused the new identity he gave him and made up a surname of his own.
He simply doesn't care.
Who cares if he is Mr. Hu or Mr. Li? As long as the knife is sharp enough and fits the hand well, it doesn’t matter if he has no name or surname.
What he saw was the potential in this kid.
It turned out that he was not wrong.
Here, Mr. Hu accompanied Jiang Chenggong to reminisce about the past, while over there, Yan Qing and his men were walking around the street in a swagger.
She asked the others to follow closely behind, and only Agang was asked to serve her closely, and he worked hard to carry her bags full of things.
"Why don't you let them take it?" The red-haired boy, who was almost holding a shopping bag in his mouth, looked at her sadly.
Yan Qing pinched the relatively strong muscles on his arms, scaring him so much that he almost dropped the things in his hands.
She smiled and said, "I only like to play with handsome guys."
Ah Gang blushed at the compliment, but couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth: "Got it."
He walked with his chest out and carried things with greater energy.
Yan Qing's facial muscles trembled. It was really hard for Mr. Hu to bring such a fool with him wherever he went, with his thoughts clearly written on his face.
The stronger this thought became, the more she doubted Agang's identity.
The next day, she no longer insisted on buying some fancy things, but instead purchased a batch of supplies and asked the driver to go to the slums.
A Gang looked at her distributing food to the children. The golden sunlight enveloped her in tenderness, and her white skirt fluttered.
Like an angel.
He stood there in a daze, with amazement in his eyes.
After remembering her identity, he suddenly came back to his senses and turned away, not daring to look at her.
Yan Qing pretended not to notice his abnormality, walked up to him and lowered his eyes sadly: "You know, these children remind me of my past self."
When she raised her head, a wry smile appeared on her lips, and her almond-shaped eyes were sparkling with a gleam that seemed to be filled with tears.
She just gave a beginning, but the boy had already imagined her miserable life story.
A poor family, a gambling father, a weak mother and a broken girl.
"Don't be sad." He searched his pockets for tissues but couldn't find any. He said in a low voice to comfort her, "With the boss here, you won't have to suffer in the future."
Yan Qing took a deep breath and dispelled the brewing sadness: "Thank you."
She didn't even need to pretend. Just with one kind act, she easily eliminated the boy's alienation towards her.
Such an honest person is an outlier in the Golden Triangle where evil spirits are everywhere.
Going out again, she grabbed the boy's arm and pushed away the others.
"Do we want to elope?" Yan Qing leaned close to his ear and asked with a smile.
Ah Gang stopped and felt his ears burning: "This is not good, the boss will be angry."
Yan Qing glared at him: "Don't worry, even if the master is angry, I can still coax him into good shape."
A Gang inexplicably recalled the way she came out of the study that day, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on her red lips.
How much force should be used to make the lips as bright as poppies?
"What are you thinking about?" Yan Qing's sudden approach startled him.
He shook his head hurriedly: "No, I didn't think of anything."
Yan Qing's eyes flashed: "Can you tell me how you and Mr. met?"
The boy, who was thinking about how to change the subject, did not notice the test in her words and thought she was trying to give him a way out.
"I carried my seriously ill mother to the hospital, but was kicked out because I couldn't pay. My boss paid for me."
A Gang's tone was full of relief and gratitude.
He also said that after his boss agreed to let him follow him, he dyed his hair red to make himself look more like a gangster.
The time he boarded the cruise ship was his first mission.
Opening up the conversation, he started talking about his life story.
His mother fled from Thailand with him when he was young, and they were taken in by a kind Chinese uncle.
After two years of getting along, the Chinese uncle became his stepfather.
Under the influence of his stepfather, he learned the Chinese language and formed a good outlook on life.
But just half a year ago, his stepfather died unexpectedly and his mother became too sad to be bedridden. He, a newly-adult, had to support the crumbling family.
Yan Qing felt that there was something strange about it.
The appearance of Mr. Hu as the savior was too coincidental.
"You've never met your biological father?" She realized that her question was a little abrupt, and she changed her tone to "I was also raised by my mother."
A Gang nodded.
The more I feel that the two of us share the same suffering, the more we feel a sense of mutual sympathy.
Yan Qing guessed that the reason why Mr. Hu treated him differently was most likely related to his biological father.
When she returned to the villa, someone was already waiting on the sofa in the living room.
Mr. Hu leaned back on the sofa, his eyes drooping in disgust, and there was a sense of laxity about him.
The black shirt wrapped around his powerful physique, his smooth muscles revealed under his rolled-up sleeves.
Yan Qing rushed over to him enthusiastically, and was pulled into his arms as soon as he got close.
"Sir, do you like to do this in front of others?"
She glanced seductively at A Gang who followed her in, and at the bodyguards who were already standing in the room.
Seeing the blush on her face, Mr. Hu's eyebrows twitched.
He picked the man up and carried him upstairs. When he tilted his head, he met the red-haired boy's stealing glance at him.
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