"I forgot." Yu Qiao lowered her eyes, hiding the wariness in them, and said, "Don't smile at me."
"Huh?" Jiang Zhujun's expression froze for a moment, and she rubbed her face haphazardly. Did she look like she was smiling badly?
"I haven't laughed in a long time, I might have scared you." She lowered her hand, then subconsciously reached out to hold Yu Qiao's hand again.
Yu Qiao nimbly dodged, her beautiful, dark phoenix eyes fixed on her with a sinister glint in them, her voice low, as if suppressing anger: "What do you want to do?"
"Hey! How dare you talk to my mother like that, you ill-mannered brat!" Yuan Jiang, who had been ignored, turned pale and thought that her poor performance today had displeased Jiang Zhujun. So she seized the opportunity to come closer and shoved Yu Qiao away.
Yu Qiao moved quickly, almost instantly grabbing Yuan Jiang's wrist as soon as he raised his hand, her dark phoenix eyes seeming to be filled with venom.
He didn't say a word, but stared at Yuan Jiang like a fierce beast.
Her other hand, hanging down at the hem of her skirt, gradually tightened, clenching into a fist.
"Yuan Jiang, let go! How can you talk to people like that?" Jiang Zhujun quickly intervened, then looked anxiously at Yu Qiao. She seemed to have an excessive amount of patience, tolerance, and protection for Yu Qiao: "Yu Qiao, don't be angry, I didn't mean any harm..."
"Mom!" Yuan Jiang was furious. Her already disheveled and dirty face made her delicate features even more distorted and ugly.
"Enough!" Qin Jin'er couldn't stand it anymore. She stood up, her face grim. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Shen Zhao's cold expression. Her brows twitched, and she took a deep breath, suppressing her anger.
She disliked Yuan Jiang from the start, but had to accept him out of consideration for Jiang Zhujun. However, Yuan Jiang's repeated actions were truly unbearable.
Yu Qiao is Zhao Bao's future wife and future daughter-in-law. She knows perfectly well who to help right now.
"Yu Qiao, come here," Qin Jin'er called softly.
Yu Qiao's expression froze for a moment, then she blinked, glanced at Qin Jin'er, and then looked at Shen Zhao.
Shen Zhao's peach blossom eyes, which usually held a hint of spring, were now as dark as a pool of water, making them unfathomable. When he met Yu Qiao's gaze, he slowly nodded.
"Oh." Yu Qiao then let go of Yuan Jiang, walked to Qin Jin'er's side and stood there with her head down, wondering if she had done something wrong.
"It's nothing." Qin Jin'er raised her hand and rubbed Yu Qiao's head. She thought the girl was a bit silly, with no expression on her face, but she was very cute. A faint smile appeared on her lips, and she loved Yu Qiao because of her.
He glanced sideways, then turned cold, trying to make his tone sound calm: "Zhujun, it's getting late, you should go back first, we can talk another day."
Originally, today was out of courtesy, to let Yuan Jiang get to know her child, and if it was suitable, they could get married.
In retrospect, it was really unnecessary.
Jiang Zhujun immediately noticed Qin Jin'er's displeasure. Her weak face showed even more lack of expression, and she frequently glanced at Yu Qiao.
Qin Jin'er could see through it all, so she sighed and said, "I'll pick you up in a couple of days."
"Okay, okay, okay." Jiang Zhujun said repeatedly, her thin body swaying slightly. She reluctantly looked away from Yu Qiao before pulling Yuan Jiang aside and whispering, "Let's go home."
“But…” Yuan Jiang looked at Shen Hanyang reluctantly, grabbed Jiang Zhujun’s wrist, and said repeatedly, “Mom, didn’t you say you were going to introduce me to some older brothers today?”
Why are you leaving now?
Jiang Zhujun turned around and stared at her for a long time.
Yuan Jiang, who had spent three hours carefully dressing up before going out, now had her face covered in soot and her princess dress full of wrinkles and water stains.
As the saying goes, "The face reflects the heart." The image of Yuan Jiang frequently displaying a ferocious expression today was still vivid in Jiang Zhujun's mind. She lowered her eyelashes and answered vaguely, "Another day."
Yuan Jiang reluctantly gave an "oh," then turned back and gave Shen Hanyang what she thought was her most beautiful smile.
Only then did he follow the absent-minded Jiang Zhujun away, looking back every few steps.
"This Yuan Jiang is just too outrageous!"
As soon as Jiang Zhujun left with Yuan Jiang, Qin Jin'er couldn't hold back her anger and slammed her hand on the table, her face full of sternness.
Chen Yujin echoed, "Madam is right!"
"Hanyang." Qin Jin'er caught Yuan Jiang flirting with Shen Hanyang and glared at him angrily, warning, "I don't care about your romantic escapades outside, but if you dare to mess with Yuan Jiang..."
"Holy crap!" Shen Hanyang jumped up from the sofa, shaking his head repeatedly. "Mom, your son may play around, but he's still picky about who he's with!"
Recalling the flirtatious glances Yuan Jiang had given him earlier, he felt a chill run down his spine and goosebumps appeared on his skin.
"You'd better be!" Qin Jin'er leaned back on the sofa, her face ashen.
Yu Qiao stood obediently to the side without saying a word, staring straight at Shen Zhao. When she saw that Shen Zhao was also looking at her, she blinked and tilted her head to smile at him.
His expression was stiff, and his smile wasn't very attractive, but Shen Zhao's lips curled up as he said softly, "Come here."
"Oh." Yu Qiao rushed over impatiently and stood next to Shen Zhao.
Suddenly, Shen Hanting slammed his teacup down, a sharp glint flashing in his narrow eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses as he stared intently at Yu Qiao:
"Yu Qiao".
"?" Yu Qiao looked over.
Shen Zhao also looked up at Shen Hanting with a puzzled expression.
A faint smile curved Shen Hanting's thin lips: "Where are you from?"
"..." Yu Qiao's long eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a barely perceptible danger, her superior jawline taut.
She was very nervous.
Shen Zhao was puzzled, but knowing she didn't want to answer, he coughed a few times, frowned, and said, "Big Brother."
Shen Hanting's dark eyes, tinged with amusement, stared directly at Yu Qiao. Yu Qiao clenched her fists and looked at him without saying a word.
The air seemed to freeze. After a few seconds, Shen Hanting slowly shifted his gaze, a half-smile on his face: "Don't be nervous, I'm just asking."
After all, her reaction was far too extreme.
Yu Qiao?
It seems we need to investigate this thoroughly.
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Heaven and Earth, four in the morning.
"Take off a piece of clothing, and it'll cost you a thousand yuan." Yuan Jiang, drunk, pulled out five stacks of red RMB from his bag and casually tossed them onto the seven or eight male models in front of him.
The male models exchanged smiles, then unbuttoned their clothes and accepted the money.
As Yuan Jiang sat on the sofa, a male model immediately came over, offered her a cigarette, lit it for her, and stroked her leg with his long, slender fingers: "Miss, you seem quite unhappy today. Why don't you tell me, and I'll help you out?"
Yuan Jiang lifted her eyes. The male model in front of her was from the latest batch, just turned 18, pure and innocent, his bright eyes full of desire and longing. She took a deep drag of her cigarette and exhaled a white ring.
"What can you do to help me? You're just a pretty face and a body stunner."
His words were full of sarcasm and disdain.
The male model froze for a moment, then Yuan Jiang laughed, patted his cheek, and blew smoke in his face: "Thirty thousand, will you keep me company tonight?"
"Okay." The male model put his arm around Yuan Jiang's shoulder, a fierce glint in his eyes.
After several rounds of drinks, at 5:30 a.m., the male model helped the staggering Yuan Jiang out of the Heaven on Earth nightclub, to the underground parking garage, and drove Yuan Jiang's car away.
Yuan Jiang sat in the passenger seat, half-closing her eyes: "Slow down! Are you trying to make me throw up by driving so fast?!"
"Miss, I understand. I'll slow down now." The male model reduced his speed, glancing at Yuan Jiang's dazed appearance out of the corner of his eye, and pondered how to make more money.
Yuan Jiang's private villa was in the suburbs, making it convenient for her to indulge in a life of pleasure outside.
The road ahead grew increasingly dark, with two rows of banyan trees lining the long road, illuminated only by streetlights.
The male model played soothing, light music and opened the window to let in some fresh air. Yuan Jiang vomited, making a mess all over the car.
With a "bang".
A huge rock smashed the windshield.
The male model was startled, his pupils dilated, and he quickly slammed on the brakes. He vaguely saw a person standing in the middle of the road ahead, holding an iron rod in his hand.
"Are you asking for death! You son of a bitch, are you sick?!" Yuan Jiang suddenly woke up, cursing and screaming.
The male model trembled and shrank back: "There's a... there's a ghost!"
"A ghost?" Yuan Jiang frowned, cursed "idiot," and followed the male model's gaze.
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