Chapter 155

Yao Qing leaned against the sorghum stalks, playing with the short knife in her hand, and looked down at the middle-aged man with an icy expression.

It leaped down from the air and landed lightly on the ground.

Yao Qing slowly walked up to the middle-aged man and pressed the tip of her short blade against his chest.

"If it weren't for the young master's indifference and magnanimity in not holding it against you."

"You and your son are now two lifeless corpses."

With a slight exertion of force, the tip of the blade easily pierced the middle-aged man's chest.

It pierced the other person's skin, penetrating half a centimeter below the skin.

"I... I know I was wrong..."

"I shouldn't have let that bastard son do such a thing..."

"We shouldn't have clung to the hope that we'd be safe... Please... please be lenient..."

I felt a sharp pain coming from my chest.

The middle-aged man, drenched in sweat and trembling, spoke rapidly.

He didn't even dare to look up at the man in front of him.

Those blood-red eyes filled him with fear.

My legs trembled as if they had lost all feeling.

Cold sweat instantly soaked my back.

The pain of feeling the blade slowly piercing his body made him feel weak all over.

"Oh, didn't you not take it seriously before?"

Yao Qing stopped thrusting the short blade deeper and withdrew it.

This is the economic hegemon that controls half of the textile stock market.

With such a lack of courage and ability, he dares to oppose the young master and that man Wu Xingsheng?

What a delusional fool! There's absolutely no comparison between these two situations.

"I... I'm going to prepare a generous gift to apologize to the young master tomorrow..."

"I will definitely hand over my good-for-nothing son to the eldest young master to deal with..."

The middle-aged man looked down at the ground, which was already stained red with blood.

This was his blood, and it was the first time in so many years that he had felt death so close to him.

The man in front of me... he's practically a demon...

"I don't need you to come to my door to apologize, nor do I need Lingzi to do anything to make amends."

"I'm here only to issue a warning. You and Reiko just need to maintain the status quo."

"This matter is over, and I don't want the young master to know that I was ever here. Do you understand what I mean?"

Yao Qing pulled the short blade pinned to the middle-aged man's right hand off the table.

He flicked the blood off the blade and pulled the weapon back into his arms.

"I... I understand..."

The moment the blade was pulled from his hand, the middle-aged man's legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

It felt as if all the strength in my body had been drained away in an instant.

The tearing pain from his right hand almost suffocated him.

He gritted his teeth to keep him from screaming.

He clutched his bleeding right hand tightly, curled up on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

"You... don't want that young master to know you were here... I know... what you mean..."

"From today onwards... my son will absolutely never harm that young master again... I promise you..."

The middle-aged man huddled on the ground like a shrimp, his voice trembling as he mumbled incoherently.

A burning sensation spread from my palm throughout my body.

He was on the verge of collapse when he managed to utter these two sentences with almost all his might.

"It's so convenient dealing with smart people. I'll have to keep this a secret then."

"But it's really lively tonight. It seems I'm not the only one who's come here."

"You agree, those people behind the door."

Yao Qing ignored the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground.

Instead, they focused their gaze on the tightly closed door in the distance.

"Since you're here, aren't you going to meet me? Your target is probably this old man, right?"

Yao Qing casually pulled over a chair and sat down.

They clasped their hands together and looked with great interest at the door not far away.

From the very beginning, he realized that he wasn't the only one there.

Other intruders also entered the building.

It's quite surprising that someone chose to make their move on the same day as him.

If he's not mistaken, these people probably have the same goal as him.

"Are you an assassin from the Wu family?"

The tightly closed door suddenly opened, and two or three men in black entered the room one by one.

The man in the lead was carrying Blondie was tied up and had already lost consciousness.

The Blondie kid was only wearing a pair of shorts, and there were obvious signs on his face that he had been punched.

The Blondie kid was thrown on the ground like trash.

"What a lively day. Who sent you to deal with this father and son?"

Yao Qing grinned when she saw the unconscious Blondie.

Oh ho, it seems that it's not just me and Yao Shi who care about the young master.

Before he could even make a move, someone had already taught that Blondie brat a lesson.

"We cannot tell you, but we can assure you that it is all for the sake of that young master."

"If possible, I hope you can hand that old man over to us so we can go back and report."

The men in black exchanged glances, as if they had reached some kind of agreement.

The three of them bowed to Yao Qing and politely inquired.

"Son!!!"

Upon seeing the Blondie lying unconscious on the ground, the middle-aged man hurriedly shouted.

"What's going on! Didn't you say you wouldn't do this?!"

Ignoring the pain in his hand, the middle-aged man looked at Yao Qing with a panicked expression.

Why did this happen? Didn't the other party not intend to harm them?

But why has her own son turned out like this?

"Are you genuinely stupid or just pretending? We're clearly not on the same wavelength."

"Those people just happened to choose the same day as me."

Yao Qing kicked the middle-aged man back to his original spot.

If that idiot gets out there, those guys can kill him in an instant.

"So, Your Excellency, what is your choice?"

The men in black glanced at the middle-aged man behind Yao Qing.

This was their ultimate goal; once they brought it back to the young lady, they would have successfully completed their mission.

"This is a family matter of the Wu family. You may all leave now. As for this brat, I will handle him."

"Although I don't know who your masters are, I think they must be people who care about the young master very much."

"I look forward to the day I meet my owners. I think we will get along very well."

Yao Qing stood up from her seat and said with a smile.

There are actually people who care so much about the young master's attack.

They even went so far as to prevent this group of people from kidnapping the father and son.

It seems there are still students in that academy who care deeply about the young master.

"This..."

The men in black looked at each other hesitantly.

It was quite unexpected to encounter the Wu family in such a place.

This is indeed their family matter, and it is inappropriate for them to interfere.

But how are they going to explain this to the young lady when they get back?

"Don't worry, you just need to repeat what I said to your master verbatim."

"I think he will understand me. I look forward to the day when my young master and your master understand each other."

Yao Qing's mood immediately improved.

It seems that Yao Shi and herself are not the only ones who care about the young master.

Young Master, your transformation has truly Yao Qing me.

"We understand, then we'll leave the rest to you."

After a moment of silence, the men in black reached a consensus.

Just do as they say, and inform the young lady about it.

"Please pass on a message for me."

"If possible, I would like to meet with your master privately."

Yao Qing stroked her chin and smiled calmly.

It seems that Yao Shi's competitors aren't just He Xue and Milutin...

Chapter 102: Han Yu's Joy

The ceiling was pure white, the walls were pure white, and the bed and chairs were pure white.

But this somewhat monotonous layout possesses an elegant beauty.

This is a very large room, with two rows of floor-to-ceiling windows that are wide open.

A cool evening breeze blew in through the window, lifting the cherry blossom-colored curtains by the window.

The entire room felt very cool and refreshing, elegant yet simple.

The girl's clothes were scattered haphazardly on the snow-white wooden floor.

There are skirts, tops, dresses, and evening gowns.

It's very messy here, at least on the surface.

Furthermore, piles of documents and snack crumbs were scattered on the ground, making it difficult to look at.

If someone saw this scene, they would definitely say that the owner of this house is a very slovenly person.

"Haven't they come back yet?"

The black-haired girl lying on the white wooden floor spoke in a cold voice.