[Chapter 42 Chapter 42 Being sold to the Golden Triangle: The sadistic story of Bai Yueguang (42)]
I wonder how the reckless puppy has grown now.
Yan Qing was about to meet his old friend and was secretly looking forward to it.
Refusing the servants' services, she chose a bustier gown.
It imitates the cheongsam style, with slits on both sides that are short in front and long in the back and slit above the knees. The waist-hugging design further highlights her slim waist.
Tulle mesh detail at chest.
With one hand covering the clothes that were about to fall off at any time and the other holding an eyeshadow palette, she knocked on the door at the end of the corridor.
Behind the door, Rossier had already changed into a tuxedo. The finely tailored pure white suit perfectly set off his broad shoulders and narrow waist.
The top button of the inner shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a cross hanging on a silver chain. The blood-red tourmaline inlaid in the center looked like an open eye under the interweaving of light and shadow.
His medium-length hair was draped lazily over his shoulders, and the ruby on his right ear was replaced with a teardrop-shaped ice-green emerald.
The man exudes elegance and dignity from head to toe, just like the illustration of Narcissus that suddenly appears on the pages of a book.
Catching the surprise in Yan Qing's eyes, he happily leaned against the door with his arms folded, his affectionate peach blossom eyes falling on the thing in her hand.
"What's up?"
Yan Qing turned his back to him and said, "Please help me with a little help."
A large area of snow-white skin fills the field of vision, the slightly raised shoulder blades are like butterfly wings, and the graceful spine lines extend down and disappear in the faintly visible ravines.
His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and Rossier's eyes moved downward and lifted up to her shoulder.
"Come in first."
In the process of pulling up the zipper, he inevitably touched Yan Qing's skin. His slightly cool fingers could clearly feel the warmth of the skin in front of him.
The degree of fineness is no less than that of top-grade warm jade.
"Ha~ Be gentle~" Yan Qing straightened her body with a slight tremor, and her waist moved restlessly because she was ticklish and sensitive.
The soft and sticky sound suddenly gave rise to a different kind of ambiguity in my ears.
Rosier squeezed the zipper so hard that he almost broke the chain.
Yan Qing seemed to be unable to sense that something was wrong with the man, and she expressed her dissatisfaction in a coquettish tone: "You hurt me."
The waist suddenly tightened, almost making her unable to breathe.
Her words made Rosier's hands freeze.
"Don't be so pretentious." Unable to resist, he slapped her with his palm. The young man frowned, and his peach blossom eyes showed a gloomy look.
Realizing the inappropriateness of the position, his expression froze.
Yan Qing remained obedient and motionless, but her body still stiffened when his fingers touched her back.
Her shoulders trembled slightly when Rosier's fingertips touched the scar near her shoulder blade.
Even if the injury has healed, the body still remembers where it hurt.
"Is it worth it?" Rossier asked suddenly.
He stared at the obvious scar on Yan Qing's snow-white skin, and rubbed it back and forth with his fingertips covered with thin calluses.
Humans are creatures of selfishness, so how can they be willing to sacrifice for others?
He doesn't understand.
Few people know that he is not the biological son of the general's wife, but the product of Rocky raping his brother's wife.
His biological mother regarded him as a disgrace and beat and scolded him at every turn. It was not until he was taken to the general's mansion that she was able to escape from her suffering.
The reason why he was taken back was that after the general's wife learned of the existence of his illegitimate child, she gave Rocky a drug so that he could no longer have children.
At first, his wife treated him very well, and he thought he had finally seen the light.
Until the seemingly gentle woman went crazy and tried her best to instill in him the idea of hatred for Rocky, her biological father.
She would rather die than give in. In order to avenge her husband, she even trained her husband's only son to be a tool to kill him.
He was born in shame and nurtured in hatred.
And under the poisoning of his biological father, he became a monster that could go crazy at any time.
At this moment, looking at the scars on Yan Qing's body that destroyed his beauty, besides being puzzled, he felt more envious.
I envy Yan Qing's courage and determination to sacrifice his life for Mr. Hu.
Too bad it wasn't for him.
He hid the emotion that came to his mind deep in his heart and quickly zipped up Yan Qing's clothes.
Yan Qing was silent during his questioning, and spoke after a long while: "Whether it is worth it or not, it depends on your heart."
"When you love him, it's worth dying at that moment."
She turned around and handed the eyeshadow palette to the man: "I need to trouble you one more time, brother."
Rosier looked at her neckline that was pulled down in front of him, his eyes fixed on the scar on her chest.
The scar left by removing the birthmark looked deeper than the gunshot wound on the back, but it was just to cooperate with their plan and gain Rocky's trust.
"It would be better to change clothes."
Rosier glanced behind her. The zipper was pulled up to the top, and there was still a large area of skin exposed from behind.
"But I like this one." Yan Qing frowned and said, "If you don't want to help, forget it. I'll find someone else."
Rosier took the eyeshadow palette from her hand and lowered his voice: "I'll do it."
He placed his fingers, dipped in glitter powder, on her chest and in a few strokes he sketched out the outline of a rose.
It is inevitable to touch the mesh.
Yan Qing's breathing stopped shallowly.
Rossier's eyes flickered, and he curbed his trembling fingertips, applying more force to deepen the paint layer and complete the final stroke of the painting.
Yan Qing looked at the rose blooming on his chest and smiled in surprise: "You have such a skillful hand."
"It could be even more coincidental than this." Rossier replied subconsciously.
The smile on her face gradually became ambiguous, and her eyes wandered below him: "If there is a chance, I'd like to see someone's more clever place."
Rosier straightened his legs and moved sideways to avoid her unscrupulous gaze: "It's time to go."
Yan Qing held his arm affectionately, and the black and white dresses looked like a carefully selected couple's outfit.
This banquet was not held at the Yuanlong Society’s headquarters, but at the Afilia Hotel at the junction of City B and the Myanmar border.
The banquet hall was brightly lit, and men and women were laughing and chatting, toasting each other.
Yan Qing and Luo Xi'er became the focus of everyone as soon as they appeared.
There were many people who looked down on Rossier, a second-generation rich kid, but his identity made them embarrassed to curry favor with him, and even the glances they gave the two of them were filled with compliments.
Jiang Chenggong came personally to receive the guests, bringing the protagonists of the banquet.
The burning gaze had been locked on her since Yan Qing appeared, and now that he had come closer, it was even harder to ignore the burning affection and longing in his eyes.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Jiang Yuanchu."
With difficulty suppressing his excitement, A Gang, who officially changed his name to Jiang Yuanchu, smiled and extended his hand to Yan Qing.
"Hello, I'm Yan Qing." Yan Qing smiled and shook hands with him.
The young boy in the past has now gone through the baptism of maturity, diluting the reckless childishness in him.
The short shaved hair reveals his full forehead and adds a bit of sharpness to his handsome face.
Those eyes that were once so clean that they were not stained by dust now became deep as if covered by thick black fog.
In the straight suit, his powerful chest muscles hold up his shirt.
Now, he is more like a general who has walked through a sea of blood and corpses. The murderous spirit forged in death makes people dare not ignore it easily.
Yan Qing looked at him with satisfaction in her almond-shaped eyes.
As she expected, the puppy finally grew into the appearance of a wild wolf.
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