[Chapter 32 Chapter 32 Being sold to the Golden Triangle: The sadistic story of Bai Yueguang (32)]
Yan Qing walked up to Mr. Hu, put his arms around his waist, and snuggled into his arms.
"You don't have to pretend to love me. I'm willing to do anything for you."
The humble tone trembled slightly.
Her shoulders trembled slightly. It was just a hug, but it seemed like she had used up all her strength.
Knowing that Yan Qing had misunderstood him, Mr. Hu didn't know how to explain.
In some ways, he is a reserved person, and even if he loves someone, he finds it difficult to express it.
He pursed his thin lips and moved them, but still no sound came out.
Jiang Chenggong is a hypocrite who does things to get what he wants. He knows that he cannot protect Yan Qing and keep her safe.
Although the General's Mansion is full of dangers, there is still a glimmer of hope if handled properly.
Besides, he had something else he had to do.
That was the meaning of his existence.
His breathing was disordered and he couldn't calm down. He wanted to hug Yan Qing's hand back but finally put it back in his pocket.
There was a hint of evasion in the look that turned to the side.
"Go ahead." His voice was dry.
Yan Qing stared at his calm profile with hurt eyes, sorted out his emotions, and chuckled: "No need to go through so much trouble."
The barely raised curve of his lips was filled with bitterness.
"There are many different opinions about this birthmark, but no one has ever really seen what it looks like."
Yan Qing, who had let down his guard in front of him, put on his armor again, and his voice was distant and without any warmth or tenderness, as if he was at the negotiating table with him.
The tears in her almond-shaped eyes only revealed her disguised strength.
She paused for a moment and continued, "Instead of trying to create a tattoo that looks real, it's better to let its existence become a mystery just like the news that has been spread."
He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his round shoulders.
She was left with only a black bra on her upper body, and her snow-white flesh, which was held in her palm, was tucked in the lace.
"Let me borrow your knife, sir."
Her lower back touched the cold desk, and there was no expression on her delicate little face.
Mr. Hu guessed what she was going to do, his brows furrowed, and he could no longer remain calm.
He looked at Yan Qing with a complicated expression, his Adam's apple rolled, and he spoke in a hoarse voice in disapproval: "No need to do this."
Yan Qing curled her lips, not wanting to explore the pity on his face. Her long eyelashes drooped and cast a small shadow on her face: "Sir, you are so shrewd and calculating, how could you not know how to do it more advantageously."
"You shouldn't hesitate at this time." She sneered, "The man I like is never indecisive."
After a stalemate for a while, the man succumbed to her clear gaze.
He handed her the butterfly knife he carried with him.
After Yan Qing took it, he grabbed his arm with his left hand and bit it, and with the other hand he held the knife and stabbed it into his chest.
The sharp blade stirred and cut out a piece of flesh.
"Ugh..." She gurgled in pain in her throat and her teeth pierced into the man's arm with such force that she almost bit off a piece of his flesh.
Although the system helped lower the pain level of her body, she could still feel some pain from her flesh being torn apart.
Yan Qing's pretty little face wrinkled tightly, and the tears in her eyes burst out.
Wet tears mixed with the blood on the man's arm.
Mr. Hu ignored his hand which was bitten bloody by her, and just stared at her bloody chest with heartache and guilt.
Yan Qing fell into his arms with a pale face. Before he fainted, he looked at the wound on his arm and said weakly, "This is proof that the master owes me."
He will always remember this day.
She is obviously a delicate girl who is afraid of pain and loves beauty, but she dares to take a bullet for him without hesitation, and can also risk her life to cut off a piece of flesh for him.
"I'm sorry..." He picked up Yan Qing and apologized in panic.
A tear slid down from the corner of her red eye and sank into Yan Qing's neck.
From this moment on, Yan Qing knew.
The scar on a man's chest that cannot be removed will become a nightmare he will never forget.
Make him feel indebted forever.
She had to go to the general's mansion, and her identity as an impostor would make her tread on thin ice every step of the way.
A fake tattoo could easily leave a mark on someone, so taking the risk and removing the so-called birthmark could turn her from being passive to being active.
She just had to go as the victim whose birthmark had been removed.
Her kidnapper accidentally learned that Rocky had been looking for a girl with a birthmark on her chest, so he suspected that she was the person the general was looking for.
Fearing retaliation, he decided to go all out and removed the birthmark on her body with a knife.
That makes perfect sense doesn't it?
Even if someone questioned her, she could pretend to be greatly shocked and forget many details.
Selective amnesia is not entirely useless.
Rather than taking every step cautiously after arriving at the General's Mansion, she preferred to control the rhythm in her own hands.
When Yan Qing woke up from her "coma", Mr. Hu was sitting by her bed watching over her.
Her hand was held in his.
The man, who usually did not show his expression, now looked visibly haggard.
There was warm sweat on the palm of my hand that was holding hers, as if I had never let go.
"Would you like some water or something to eat?"
Seeing her wake up, Mr. Hu asked hurriedly.
Yan Qing looked at the ceiling and ignored him. Her originally watery almond-shaped eyes were out of focus, immersed in her own thoughts.
After a long time, her eyelashes trembled and she pulled her hand away from the man's palm.
"I would like to be alone for a moment, sir."
Noticing the man's unbandaged wound, she hesitated for a moment and finally gave up speaking.
Mr. Hu opened his mouth, his smoky grey eyes filled with shame: "Okay."
He stood outside the room for a long time without leaving, then lit a cigarette and took a few puffs.
He rarely smoked in the past, but recently he seems to have become addicted to smoking.
What he also couldn't quit doing was the girl who placed her heart before him devoutly.
He smiled helplessly, never expecting that he would fall into the most worthless relationship for people like them.
He pressed the cigarette against the wound on his left arm and extinguished it. Black ash embedded into the torn red flesh, and the dried blood surged again, but he seemed to feel no pain at all.
In the next few days, Mr. Hu turned down all gang affairs and stayed in the apartment with Yan Qing the whole time.
Yan Qing, however, was ambiguous towards him, as if she had a grudge against his use of her, and there was a layer of neither thin nor thick barrier between them when they were together.
The two of them were in the same room.
Yan Qing sat on the hospital bed and he stood beside her.
"Ah Qing——"
"gentlemen--"
After a moment of silence, they both spoke at the same time.
Yan Qing looked at him: "Sir, please speak first."
Mr. Hu walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and grabbed her hand.
She shrank back but failed to pull her hand back, so she gave up trying to break free from him.
"I arranged training for Ah Qing." The man stroked the back of her hand with his fingertips and spoke hesitantly, "If you don't want to--"
He paused and didn't finish his words.
The General's Mansion is ultimately an unknown road, and she needs to grope her way forward along this road.
"That's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about, sir."
Yan Qing said in a self-deprecating tone, "You know, I'm afraid of death."
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