Chapter 260: Extinct Good Man

China's capital, Qinjia

With a bang, Qin Yongming smashed the kidney machine in his hand heavily to the ground and let out an angry roar.

"You f*cking called to harass my wife..."

The words that man said on the phone just now made him extremely angry.

His goddess, the goddess he had dreamed of since he was a child, was actually regarded as a wife by someone else!

What kind of talk is this?

Who in the entire capital doesn't know that the eldest son of the Qin family has been pursuing the eldest daughter of the Zhuang family since he was a child?

It has been twenty-one years since I was born!

The woman I pursued for twenty-one years was finally snatched away by someone else?

What is this?

"What's the matter? Is it normal to be so angry?"

Father Qin Changjiang was passing by the living room, heard the noise, and walked in.

"Dad." Qin Yongming was most afraid of this majestic father and immediately lowered his head.

"What's going on?" Qin Changjiang asked.

Qin Yongming didn't dare to hide anything, and immediately told Zhuang Ziqing everything that happened when he called her just now, with a look of indignation on his face, "Damn it, I don't know where that bastard came from. If I knew, I would crush him to death!"

This time, Qin Yongming even wanted to kill someone.

For his beloved Ziqing, he can do anything!

"Could it be the prodigal son of the Yang family?" Qin Changjiang frowned and asked.

He speaks Chinese and calls Zhuang Ziqing his wife. How many people are so bold?

Qin Yongming was a little panicked when he heard this, "Dad, are you saying that Yang Huan, the prodigal son, went to England just to pursue Ziqing?"

But soon, Qin Changjiang shook his head to deny it.

"I have met Ziqing many times. Judging from her words and actions, she is a well-educated, well-mannered and generous woman. Although she has been receiving Western education in recent years, it can be seen that she is very self-disciplined. Even if the prodigal son of the Yang family came to her house, she would never have a private relationship with him before her family finally confirmed his identity."

Having said that, Qin Changjiang shook his head and smiled.

"Besides, the prodigal son of the Yang family looks good, but he has no ability. If he didn't have a father who knows how to make money to support him, would he have the reputation he has now?"

Over the past year, Yang Huan has become a spiritual leader among young domestic entrepreneurs.

Without saying much else, his achievements are astonishing just considering WeChat, game companies and Psy.

But in Qin Changjiang's view, all of this was deliberately created by Yang Wenfeng in order to build momentum for his son.

Otherwise, how to explain his extravagant life over the past twenty years?

"That's right, Dad. I know Ziqing best. She won't like a prodigal like Yang Huan. On the contrary, what she hates most is the kind of loser who does nothing all day long!" Qin Yongming seemed to see the dawn of hope.

Qin Changjiang felt that his analysis made sense, so he nodded and continued.

"So, that person shouldn't be Yang Huan."

"Who could that be?" Qin Yongming's eyes flashed with a hint of cruelty.

As long as it wasn't Yang Huan, Qin Yongming would have killed anyone else who dared to have any thoughts about Ziqing!

"As far as I know, no one knows that Ziqing is studying in the UK except for a few people close to the Zhuang family, and she has been deliberately hiding her identity. So, could it be that someone is pursuing her?"

When Qin Yongming heard it, he suddenly understood.

Yes, with Ziqing's extraordinary beauty, she will never lack suitors wherever she goes.

There must be someone who is pursuing her, so he calls her his wife shamelessly.

As for why Ziqing’s phone fell into that person’s hands.

That’s easy. It could have been dropped, or it could have been a colleague.

This is all Qin Yongming can do now to find excuses and comfort himself.

"Yongming."

Qin Changjiang looked at his son, who was handsome and talented. Apart from the fact that he had not achieved anything yet, he was very satisfied with everything else.

"Although everyone knows that Yang Huan is a prodigal son, I heard that Mr. Zhuang likes him very much."

"Why?" Qin Yongming still didn't understand.

"I heard from your grandfather that during the Anti-Japanese War, Mr. Yang took a bullet for Mr. Zhuang and pulled him out of the dead. From then on, the two became close friends. Later, they fought side by side and survived countless bloody battles. In the end, they both survived."

"After that, both of them got married and verbally promised to arrange marriages for their children. But in the end, all the children were boys, so they became brothers. Both Mr. Zhuang and Mr. Yang wanted to facilitate the third generation of marriage."

Qin Yongming was unhappy when he heard this.

"Dad, what era is this? There's still child marriage going on. What kind of fairy is Ziqing? Why would she marry that loser from the Yang family?"

After saying this, he sneered with disdain.

"Your grandfather said this before he died. The Chinese often say that wealth does not last for more than three generations. There is a reason for this."

"Back then, Mr. Yang was in a high position and had great power, but he refused to let his son pursue a career in government. He would rather send him out to start a business. Although Yang Wenfeng has accumulated an extremely rich fortune, he refused to get involved in government. This is wisdom!"

"Also, there is clear news that Zhuang Mingyang will officially join the core circle of the Military Commission in the next leadership team. He is the one appointed by that person himself, so..."

Qin Yongming understood.

What my father meant was that Zhuang Mingyang would be very successful in the next few years and might even have the opportunity to become a part of the core management team.

At such sensitive times, the dealer wants to keep a low profile.

It makes sense that when it comes to choosing a son-in-law, Mr. Zhuang prefers the Longhai Yang family rather than the capital.

"Dad, what should I do then?" Qin Yongming asked quickly.

"You must not let Ziqing marry into Longhai!"

"The problem is not that simple!" Qin Changjiang laughed.

"Now everyone knows that the Zhuang family has a close relationship with the next leadership team. Anyone who has a little idea is eyeing the daughter of the Zhuang family. Even if Mr. Zhuang wants to marry Zhuang Ziqing to the Longhai Yang family, he has to consider many factors."

"In a little while, it will be Mr. Zhuang's 80th birthday. There will definitely be some secret wrestling at that time. As long as you can stand out in the wrestling and suppress the prodigal son of the Yang family, things will be much easier."

Qin Yongming laughed when he heard his father's words. It would be much easier for him to do things.

"By the way, Dad, that bastard in London..."

Qin Changjiang waved his hand, "You can handle this matter yourself, don't come to me for everything, you need to have some independent ideas!"

"I understand!" Qin Yongming nodded with a smile.

Two days later, on Lawyers Street in the City of London, two or three unlucky guys who usually sent flowers to Zhuang Ziqing got into a conflict with others. They were beaten and sent to the hospital, where they lay there for half a year.

On the contrary, Yang Huan, the instigator, is living a happy and carefree life.

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Charlene Lahiri had been feeling anxious.

She had been waiting ever since Yang Huan promised to prepare her dress, shoes and jewelry.

But after waiting for a long time, there was still no news.

I'm going to London to attend a party tonight, but there's nothing yet. How can I make it in time?

Charlene Lahiri simply took a day off and planned to go to Haig Street to take a look in person.

I had just packed my things and was about to go out when the phone rang.

"Hello, is this Miss Charlene Lahri?"

"Yes, I am. Who are you?"

"We are from Jenny Parkham's store. Your boyfriend previously ordered a dress and shoes from our store. We sent them here especially for you to try on. We are now downstairs from your house."

Charlene Lahiri was very surprised. She ran to the door of the apartment and looked through the video doorbell. She found that there was indeed a middle-aged woman standing outside the door downstairs with a large bag in her hands.

"This bastard, he didn't even notify me in advance!" She cursed with a smile, but she was very happy in her heart.

That guy finally didn't forget what he promised.

He ran downstairs with bangs on his shoulders, opened the door, and welcomed the old woman in.

Jenny Packham is a famous brand that has risen very fast in the UK in recent years. It is especially popular among female celebrities, and Princess Kate also likes this brand very much.

"This is a tube top skirt, try it on!"

As soon as the old maid came in, she opened all the packages.

"Tube top? Short skirt?" Charlene Lahiri was a little panicked.

The old woman laughed and said, "Your boyfriend really has good taste. You are tall, with a full chest, a slim waist and round hips. This outfit is perfect for you."

As she spoke, she took out a milky white tube top skirt. At first glance, it was just a large piece of cloth with some special folds.

There are some sequin-like things dotted on the folds.

“This is broken diamond!”

"Broken diamonds?" Charlene Lahiri was shocked.

"Yes, this kind of high-end dress must be made of broken diamonds!"

Charlene Lahiri couldn't believe it.

My goodness, these are fragments. Any one of them is bigger than the one on my ring.

When she thought of her ring, she quickly and secretly took it off her finger when the old maid wasn't paying attention. Otherwise, if the old maid saw it, she would be really embarrassed.

"Try it on quickly. It's made according to your size and should fit you well," the old lady urged.

She seemed a little impatient to see what it would look like if this hot young girl wore this sexy dress.

Charlene Lahiri was a little confused. "How do you know my size?"

"Your boyfriend said so. He also said that your bust might be a little bigger recently, so let's make it bigger."

"Ah!" Charlene Lahiri blushed so much that she wanted to crawl under the floor right there.

Sure enough, that guy still remembered my measurements...

It's a little bit bigger recently, how did he know?

The old maid thought she was shy, so she immediately teased her with a smile and urged her to change quickly.

Not long after, Charlene Lahiri came out after changing her clothes.

"Hey, the measurements your boyfriend gave are really accurate. It's just like it was tailor-made. It fits me perfectly!" the old lady praised with a smile.

They were all very happy without even having to make any changes.

Next, she put on high heels, a bracelet, a necklace, and earrings, all with pigeon egg shapes.

Especially that necklace, the pigeon egg on the pendant is quite big.

After getting dressed, Charlene Lahiri stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself.

The ample 36D breasts pushed up the tube top, revealing a medium-sized but extremely alluring cleavage that exposed the charming collarbone and pink shoulders.

The waist is very close-fitting, showing the slender waist. The skirt is very short, barely covering half of the thigh. It is also very tight, outlining the shape of the plump buttocks, making it look very curvy and beautiful.

She is quite tall, with her legs exposed, and she is wearing a pair of high heels inlaid with diamonds, which makes her look very slender and attractive.

Wearing a dress and putting on jewelry, the whole person exudes a sexy, charming and noble aura.

Even the old lady who was used to seeing models was amazed and exclaimed that it was extremely moving.

But Charlene Lahiri felt a little awkward wearing this outfit.

Because she found that this set of clothes must be very expensive, ridiculously expensive.

"Excuse me, how much is this whole set?" she asked timidly.

She had just started working and didn't have much savings.

"About one hundred thousand pounds," said the old woman.

"Hundreds of thousands?" Charlene Lahiri was shocked.

My goodness, even if I sold her I wouldn’t get that much money.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I realize that I am indeed very beautiful, but I cannot afford to wear it.

Because the money in her bank account is only in the five figures.

Just when she was about to take it off, the old maid said with a smile.

"Miss, you have a great boyfriend. He is so generous. He paid the money on the spot and said it was a good job and he would come to our store again in the future."

Charlene Lahiri was a little dumbfounded.

"For a woman, the most important thing is to meet a good man who is sincere to her. Some men are just attracted by our beauty."

While speaking, the old woman forgot that she was already middle-aged and fat, so how could she be beautiful?

"This is not about materialism or money worship, but the degree of generosity a man shows you has a bearing on his heart. Some men wear lots of gold and silver themselves, but are reluctant to spend a penny on their women. I've seen many such men."

"But your boyfriend is different. Not only is he handsome, but he's also very generous and open-minded. He chooses clothes and jewelry for you, and only wants the best. He said he wants you to be the center of attention!"

"It's really hard to find such a rare good man these days!"

The old maid was packing things up on the side, muttering and praising Yang Huan at the same time.

I don't even know if she is sincere?

I say this because Yang Huan is a big customer.

But Charlene Lahiri didn't hear any of this.

Tears rolled down her eyes, she was really, really moved.

Although she knew that hundreds of thousands of pounds were a drop in the bucket for Yang Huan, to her, it was everything.

Moreover, these are not the most important things.

The most important thing is that Yang Huan is willing to give for her.

To her, this kind of thought is more precious than anything else!