In a Western restaurant.
Junxian, dressed in a black casual outfit, carefully cut the steak on his plate into small pieces with his large, well-defined hands holding a knife and fork, and pushed it towards the woman opposite him.
Xiao Qing wore a white haute couture gown, her flamboyant red hair still tied high in a ponytail, hanging down to her waist.
Seeing Junxian's actions, a blush immediately appeared on her face, revealing her girlish shyness to the fullest.
"Thank you, A-Xian."
Jun Xian's face remained expressionless, still indifferent; "It's nothing."
Xiao Qing forked a piece of steak and put it in her mouth. It was fragrant, tender, and delicious, bringing a warmth to her heart.
Suddenly remembering something, Xiao Qing looked up at him; "By the way, A-Xian, do you think we should set a time to discuss a date? My family, Uncle Jun and Aunt Jun, are all quite anxious."
Jun Xian paused slightly in his movements, and the corners of his mouth drooped down a little.
His narrow, almond-shaped eyes revealed a hint of nonchalance and wickedness.
"Is your family more anxious, or are you more anxious?"
Xiao Qing's expression changed slightly, then she forced a stiff smile; "A-Xian, what do you mean by that?"
Junxian put down his cutlery, straightened his posture, and looked at the person in front of him.
"Xiao Qing, what's so great about me? Your family background and appearance are top-notch. Even without me, you would have countless good men to choose from."
His voice was calm, and he looked at Xiao Qing as if she were a stranger.
Xiao Qing's face was ashen, and tears welled up in her eyes. "A-Xian, please don't say such things. You know I've loved you since I was little. I don't want anyone but you."
Her voice was firm, and her eyes held her usual stubbornness.
Jun Xian frowned, wanting to say something more, when a figure came down from the second floor and walked towards the door, immediately catching his attention.
Jun Xian's expression changed slightly, and he stood up to chase after them.
"A-Xian, where are you going? You promised Uncle Jun you'd show me around today. I haven't even finished my meal."
Jun Xian pulled her hand away and said apologetically, "I suddenly remembered that I have something to do and I have to leave for a while. Xiao Qing, let's talk about our matter in a couple of days."
After saying this, Junxian turned and ran out the door.
Xiao Qing watched her retreating figure, her hands clenched tightly on either side of her thighs, her sharp nails scratching her fair skin, and bright red bloodstains faintly pulsating in her palms.
Her gaze fell on the plate of steak that Junxian had personally cut for her, her eyes filled with resentment.
Junxian took good care of her, treated her very well, gave her money to spend, bought her clothes, and remembered everything she liked and disliked.
But all the kindness he showed her was because of Junling's dying wish: to be good to her and take good care of her.
He fulfilled all his promises to Junling, except for marrying her.
Whenever marriage is mentioned, what he says most often is that he's not good enough and doesn't deserve her love.
Xiao Qing knew that what Jun Xian wanted was for her to propose breaking off the engagement; she knew that Jun Xian didn't like her.
Xiao Qing was smiling, but her eyes were full of tears.
If she could give up Junxian, she would have let go long ago and wouldn't have made so many mistakes.
Xiao Qing was in a daze, and before she knew it, she knocked over the teacup on the table. The scalding tea spilled onto her fair and delicate skin, instantly causing a large blush to appear.
However, she had a blank expression, as if she couldn't feel any pain.
...
Junxian ran out following the figure. People were coming and going on both sides of the road. He was tall and handsome, attracting a lot of attention.
The man's usually calm face was now filled with anxiety as he kept looking around.
He wasn't mistaken. That figure from behind, he was absolutely certain, it was Xu Xiaoxin, it had to be her!
Suddenly, the figure reappeared on the other side of the road and quickly disappeared around the corner. Jun Xian's breath caught in his throat, and without thinking, he rushed over.
...
Su Yaoyao had just received her salary today and wanted to go out and buy some new clothes. She had just arrived at the entrance of a clothing store when she ran into Jiang Wen, who was in a panic.
"Miss Jiang, what are you doing here?"
Su Yaoyao's tone was somewhat excited. Last time she was humiliated at the banquet, it was Jiang Wen who stood up for her. She hadn't even had a chance to thank her before Jiang Wen left in a hurry. She never expected to see her here.
Jiang Wen's expression was somewhat abnormal, with a hint of panic in it, and his eyes darted around as if he were on guard against something.
"Um, Miss Su, you're here too. What a coincidence."
She greeted him with a smile, then quickly said...
"Um, Miss Su, I have to go now, let's talk another time."
Jiang Wen waved as he quickly left.
Su Yaoyao's hand was still outstretched in mid-air. She was speechless, not expecting her to run so fast.
She had originally planned to invite her to dinner, but Su Yaoyao sighed and realized she had no choice but to give up.
Just as she was about to leave, she saw a familiar figure angrily walking towards her.
"Su Yaoyao, it's you again!"
Jun Xian's expression was cold and menacing, and he was enveloped in an aura of anger.
"And her?"
Su Yaoyao frowned at him; "Junxian, how many times do I have to tell you, she's gone."
She didn't want to waste her breath arguing with a lunatic like Junxian, so she turned to leave, but he suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"You're not leaving today unless you hand over the person."
The man was too strong, and Su Yaoyao's face turned pale with pain. She gritted her teeth.
"Junxian, are you out of your mind? How many times do I have to tell you before you understand? She's dead, she's not coming back."
Upon hearing this, Junxian's eyes hardened, and he tightened his grip.
Su Yaoyao's face turned even paler; she knew that her hand was probably swollen.
"Su Yaoyao, you don't really think Yu Chiyan will protect you forever, do you?"
She was terribly pale, and the intense pain in her hand caused a fine sheen of cold sweat to appear on her forehead.
"Once Yu Chiyan marries Su Qingqing, let's see how he'll still protect you."
When that time comes, he wouldn't mind using Su Yaoyao to force that woman to appear on her own initiative.
Knowing he wouldn't get any information, Junxian pushed the person away.
Jun Xian's words stirred something within Su Yaoyao.
When the old lady of the Yu family fell ill, Su Qingqing took meticulous care of her. Although she had not yet become the future mistress of the Yu family, she already seemed to have a strong sense of deserving the title.
And now, even Junxian says so.
It seems to be true...
Su Yaoyao smiled, seemingly with a hint of disdain. It seemed that it wouldn't be long before Su Qingqing got what she wanted.
...
Royal Court Group.
Yu Chiyan sat on the sofa in his office, rubbing his temples.
He got drunk last night, and his head still hurts.
He had just finished processing the documents in his hand and sat down for less than two minutes when Jiang Chen pushed the door open and came in.
"Master, something terrible has happened."
Seeing the anxiety on his face, Yu Chiyan frowned; "What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic?"
Jiang Chen's breathing was still a little unsteady; "Master, the hospital called and said that the old lady has fainted again."
Yu Chiyan suddenly stood up; "What happened? Didn't you say Grandma was alright? How could she suddenly faint?"
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