[Chapter 43 Chapter 43 Being sold to the Golden Triangle: The sadistic story of Bai Yueguang (43)]
The softness of the palm makes people reluctant to let go.
The joy of reunion overwhelmed his heart.
A Gang almost blurted out calling her A Qing, but he finally held back and didn't even dare to look at her any more.
He is no longer the impulsive and free-spirited boy he used to be.
Everyone on the field is focused here. He can't let others become suspicious of the relationship between the two and mistakenly think that Yuanlong will form an alliance with the General's Mansion.
That would put Aqing in a more dangerous situation.
When Yan Qing shook hands with him, she hooked her little finger around his palm. Noticing the man's slightly red ears, she couldn't help but feel better.
Even though he had grown a lot, the man in front of her was still the shy boy who was easily teased.
"Rosier." A hand fell in front of him.
The man with exquisite and striking features had an evil smile on his face and squinted his peach blossom eyes as he looked at Agang.
Rossell moved closer to Yan Qing inconspicuously, and recognized that the person opposite him was the red-haired boy whom he had met at first sight on the street. There was a hint of disgust in his eyes.
When the other party was about to shake hands with him, he withdrew his hand.
The reason he spoke out was just to destroy the harmonious atmosphere between the two of them that excluded him.
For some reason, he didn't like the way Yan Qing looked at this man.
Ah Gang didn't even frown, and nodded slightly: "The name of the young master of the general's mansion is well-known."
His steadiness, completely different from his usual self, made him look even more charming.
Jiang Chenggong looked back and forth between Agang and Yan Qing, smiling like a clever old fox.
In his opinion, although Rocky did not personally announce Yan Qing's identity, the fact that he allowed Roxelle to bring her to the banquet today was enough to show his importance to this found daughter.
If his son could get in touch with her, not only would the previous cargo ship explosion be written off, but the Yuanlong Society would also be able to leverage the power of the General's Mansion.
In that case, even if Jin Yuanxiu stood behind Qian Kang, he would not be able to shake Yuanlonghui's position in the Golden Triangle.
He would be happy to see any development between the two of them, but he didn't want to be too obvious in front of Rosier, so he just interrupted with a smile and exchanged a few words.
After saying goodbye to Luo Xi'er and Yan Qing, Jiang Chenggong took A Gang to another place to entertain guests.
The purpose of this banquet was, firstly, to tell others that Jiang Chenggong would have a successor, and secondly, to pass on his network of contacts to his successor.
Even though he was reluctant, Agang knew what he should do now.
He will continue to climb the ladder on the road to becoming stronger and overcome all obstacles for his Ah Qing.
Even if he was just an unknown guardian, he would be happy with it.
"If you can't bear to leave, just follow." Rossier shook the red wine in his hand and spoke in a sarcastic tone.
Yan Qing looked at him in surprise, pursed his lips and chuckled: "Brother is jealous?"
She held the man's arm tightly, leaned forward and said in a gentle and seductive voice: "Then-"
"Just look at your brother from now on, okay?"
Just like a mermaid coming ashore, every word she speaks carries a charming power that can enchant people.
Rosier's hand holding the goblet suddenly tightened, his tongue tip touched his cheek, and he snorted and laughed.
"If you have time to tease me here, why don't you go find your old lover?"
"He's not here." Yan Qing said indifferently, snatched the wine glass from his hand, raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "If you squeeze the glass again, it will break, brother."
The system did not detect Mr. Hu.
Just at this moment, someone waved over here from a distance. They were some of Rossier's friends in diplomacy.
They are all famous idiots.
"You stay alone for a while." Rosier returned to his nonchalant state.
If he didn't hang out with those people as usual, it would easily arouse suspicion.
Yan Qing raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, then put the glass in his hand: "Go."
She turned and walked to a corner where there were few people, refusing to be approached by anyone who came up to talk to her, and looked as if she wanted to keep strangers away.
Rossier stared at her back for a while, then his eyes returned to the goblet in his hand.
There was a complete lip print left on the transparent rim of the cup.
Bright red.
"Would you like a change of drink, sir?" The waiter holding the tray bowed respectfully.
His long eyelashes drooped to hide the emotions in his peach blossom eyes, and he held the cup by the stem and handed it over: "No, just add more wine."
I took a sip from the lip print, and the fermented grapes tasted sweet in my mouth.
A bit too sweet.
He thought with disgust.
Yan Qing found the best position to observe the whole scene.
Whether it was Agang who was trying to deal with various forces, or Rossier who was chatting and laughing with his friends, their eyes always drifted towards her inadvertently.
As if she was a child who could easily get lost.
But in reality, she is a hunter preparing to catch her prey.
Noticing that Agang's session was almost over, she stepped away from the corner and headed towards the door.
She accidentally bumped into a waiter who was passing by with a tray, and the spilled red wine just spilled on her chest, wetting the rose that was carefully painted with eye shadow.
She accepted the waiter's apology with a gentle smile and quickly left the hall.
Standing in front of the fountain in the hotel garden, she sat by the wishing pool and used her hands in the water to wash herself.
After the rose faded, its hideous wound was revealed.
She could have worn a dress that hid her scar, but that would have made the injury lose its value.
How can you attract a man's sympathy if you don't show the wounds on your body?
"careful!"
The hurried approaching footsteps carried the impatience typical of young people. When Yan Qing leaned over to dip his head in the water again, his body was pulled away by a strong force.
Close at hand was Agang's pounding heart.
Yan Qing raised his head from his arms: "Why are you here?"
"I saw Ah Qing get hit, so I chased after him."
A Gang's eyes shyly swept across her chest, then he stared at her in shock after noticing the obvious scar.
"What's going on?"
He anxiously pressed Yan Qing's shoulder and reached out to touch the scar on her chest.
As if he was afraid that she would feel pain, he moved with extreme caution.
Yan Qing turned his head, covered his chest with his hands, and said in a low voice: "The birthmark that didn't exist originally, now has a legitimate excuse after it was removed."
A Gang took off his suit jacket and put it on her, then gently held her in his arms.
Yan Qing leaned against his chest blankly, tears streaming down her face.
"Why do I love him without reservation, but still cannot compare to the interests he sees?"
The man's arms around her back tightened, he held up Yan Qing's face and spoke expectantly, "He's not worth it, Ah Qing, can you please look at me?"
"I will protect you and keep you from getting hurt forever."
He promised eagerly and earnestly.
Yan Qing's eyes were empty: "You know, Roxelle is a pervert, he, he..."
She opened her mouth with difficulty, her face dazed and tears streaming down her face.
"It was the gentleman who delivered me to him..."
"I hate him! I hate him so much!"
She pounded the man's chest madly and struggled desperately.
Ah Gang patted her back soothingly: "Don't be afraid, I will help you. No one can hurt Ah Qing."
"Including helping me kill the gentleman?" Yan Qing raised his head, tears misting in his eyes, his unfocused pupils numb and empty.
Ah Gang hugged her tightly, his voice filled with heartache: "As long as Ah Qing wants."
At this time, a chuckle came from behind the wishing statue of the fountain.
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