Chapter Two Qin Rao
Because of the crime committed by Yun Yao's father, all the relatives and friends he used to be close to disappeared.
No one in the community, including acquaintances and neighbors, will visit Yunyao's house anymore.
Some busybodies who accidentally learned his home address, as well as reporters who wanted to dig up information, were all stopped by the security guards.
After all, this level of residential area is home to many mid-to-high-level leaders of a certain bank, and the security level has always been very high.
In such a time of betrayal and alienation, who would still ring his doorbell?
...
Yun Yao cautiously glanced through the peephole. Outside the door was a familiar face, a familiar face he didn't particularly like. He was surprised that this person would be at his house at this moment.
After hesitating for a moment, Yun Yao opened the door.
"Yun'er, we meet again." A female voice, smiling yet subtly teasing, rang out.
The newcomer was a woman whose exact age was difficult to discern. She wore a dark purple velvet wrap dress with a matching blazer, the sleeves casually rolled up to her forearms, revealing a Patek Philippe watch on her wrist. On her other wrist was a string of South Sea pearls—the pearls were excessively large, swaying on her wrist with every movement, their brightness almost blinding.
The woman's red lips were bold, her eyebrows and eyes were deep, and her sharp gaze contained a burgeoning ambition and an indescribable meaning.
She was her mother's college classmate and could be considered an old acquaintance. She suddenly visited her home two years ago, and that was when Yun Yao first met her.
From the adults' conversation, he learned that the woman's name was Qin Rao, a well-known businesswoman in the wealthy circles of Southeast Asia, known as "Madam Qin." This woman was truly a shrewd and capable businesswoman with exceptional skills. Upon arriving in Nanhang City, she had already thoroughly investigated the local upper-class social circles.
At that time, she was about to return to her hometown from Southeast Asia to do business. Upon hearing the news about her mother, she came to visit.
Logically speaking, Qin Rao was very hospitable to their family. During holidays, even if she wasn't in Nanhang, she would send them all sorts of thoughtful gifts and greetings. She was very considerate and warm in every way, but Yun Yao didn't like her very much.
He always had a keen intuition like a small animal. Qin Rao's amazed yet strange look when she first met him, her occasional private gifts to him, and her various opportunities to invite him out all made this young man, who was still unfamiliar with social interactions, feel awkward and even a little uncomfortable.
He coldly declined all gifts and invitations, avoiding meeting her as much as possible.
The last time the two met was a year ago at the grandmother's funeral. At that time, the mother was still alive. Yun Yao saw Qin Rao holding her mother's hand earnestly, her eyes full of heartache for her mother. When she turned to look at him, she showed an expression full of interest.
That day, in a secluded corner, he reprimanded her for the first time, disregarding etiquette, and told her to stay away from him, or he would tell his parents.
He couldn't understand how someone could be so absurd. At the old man's funeral, while concerned for his grief-stricken mother, she could still turn to her son and joke around.
After that day, I heard that Qin Rao flew back to Southeast Asia for business and I never saw her again.
But now, with her mother gone and her father in prison, this woman has returned.
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Qin Rao's eyes were like torches as she stared intently at the handsome young man who had opened the door, her heart filled with a secret, triumphant smugness. Ah, look at this beauty, she's like a pitiful flower battered by a rainstorm and broken by a raging wind, or a beautiful bird whose nest has been destroyed and has nowhere to go. After all this time, she's destined to fall into the hands of this hunter.
Yes, she was still consumed by her delusions.
There is no reason why Qin Rao could want something but not have it.
When she first met him, the boy was only sixteen years old, already a strikingly handsome figure. His features closely resembled his stunning mother's, and being a boy, he possessed an even more captivating air of heroism.
She stood tall and graceful, a sight to behold. Suddenly, this woman, who rarely read books, had a flash of inspiration and remembered her Chinese teacher in middle school enthusiastically recounting a description of a beautiful woman in a classic literary work: "possessing unparalleled beauty and rare charm."
Afterwards, the intuitive young man avoided her advances in various ways, but this was really unfair to her. Back then, she really didn't intend to make a real move, after all, she didn't like unripe fruit.
But as a businesswoman, how could she easily let go of such a diluted treasure?
When he was seventeen, she turned down a social engagement with a political figure from Southeast Asia and rushed back from abroad. She bought an astonishingly expensive gift and secretly went to the dance school where he was taking classes.
She originally intended to surprise the boy, but unexpectedly, the boy surprised her instead.
In the tranquil campus, where the plane tree leaves had fallen, boys and girls gathered in the auditorium, seemingly preparing to rehearse a dance performance. It was the first time she had seen Yun Yao dance. In the classical dance, the peerless young man who questioned the moon was graceful and elegant, with natural rhythm. As the flowing music and dance came to an end, the young man's pure and otherworldly face was like a bright moon, attracting all eyes on and off the stage.
"Talent and beauty are rare in this world..." Qin Rao only remembered uttering such an exclamation.
She wanted him even more now.
What she once longed for but could not obtain, has now changed with the passage of time, and her opportunity has come again.
Making big money in business requires both connections and luck. Qin Rao believes that her rise from nothing to her current impressive wealth is due to great fortune; even the people she desires are brought to her by fate.
Qin Rao leaned closer to the quiet young man by the door and feigned concern, "I heard the news about your father in City B and rushed over here without stopping. Are you alright?"
Faced with the approaching woman, Yun Yao couldn't help but take a step back. "What are you doing here?"
"Let me help you," Qin Rao said with a nonchalant smile, despite the boy's wariness.
She strolled into the room as if taking a leisurely walk, smoothed her long, dark chestnut-brown curly hair that was draped over her shoulders, and sat down on the sofa.
Seeing that the young man was unmoved, she sighed and said in a low voice, "Yun'er, I am an old friend of your family, you don't need to be so wary of me. I was a junior classmate that Sister Xiaoxiao helped back then. Sister Xiaoxiao was the one who guided me in college, and I have always remembered her kindness."
Yun Xiaoxiao is the name of Yun Yao's mother.
Upon hearing Qin Rao mention her mother, the boy's expression softened for a moment, but his eyes became even more sorrowful.
He closed the door, but instead of sitting on the sofa, he poured tea for Qin Rao and then stood leaning against the wall.
"Sister Xiaoxiao was truly a legendary figure on our campus back then, no, I should say, her beautiful legend was known throughout the entire university town..."
Qin Rao showed a reminiscing expression, and her eyes revealed a subtle meaning, "So many people's dream goddess... Back then, I was just a country girl who came to the city university for the first time, and I was completely stunned by what I saw."
Qin Rao gave a self-deprecating smile as she snapped out of her reverie and back to reality. She saw the boy standing by the door, still in that somewhat wary posture.
Her bright eyes shifted, fixing her gaze firmly on the boy. She patted the seat beside her and said, "Come sit down. I have a way to let you see your father. Even..."
She curled her red lips into a playful smile: "To help your father get a reduced sentence."
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