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"Where is she?"
Qing Cang walked to the front of the car and glanced at the empty back seat. A hint of gloom flashed across his handsome face as he asked in a deep voice.
"She left!"
Li Haoran, sitting in the passenger seat, showed a trace of melancholy on his beautiful profile. He raised his eyes to look at the dark, gloomy surroundings, and his mood suddenly became heavy. He had known Qing Cang for many years; while he didn't know him completely, he understood about seventy to eighty percent of his character. If Qing Cang set his sights on a target, he had never missed. This was true on the battlefield before, and it remained true in matters of the heart today. However... the image of that delicate face floated in his mind, stirring deep unease within him.
Left? Turning around, he looked at the long road ahead. A hint of conflict flashed in Qing Cang's dark eyes. The eastern horizon was already faintly brightening, and the blood-red dawn would soon chase away the last remnants of darkness before dawn, bringing light to this world!
The Jeep roared away, disappearing into the morning mist!
...
Dong Family Mansion
A roar pierced through the quiet morning. The servants who were dusting the furniture in the hall wisely stepped aside, fearing that they might inadvertently anger their fiery mistress and become her outlet for frustration.
"Dong Ya, stop messing around!"
The stern male voice came from the elderly man with white hair standing before them, who was none other than Dong Biwu, the patriarch of the Dong Family, also known as Qing Guo Bo's close friend.
"Grandpa, why do I have to let that untrustworthy man be my dance partner? I don't want to!"
With her purple hair, Dong Ya pouted as if she had suffered a great injustice. Her cheeks were puffed up with anger, and her beautiful brows were slightly furrowed with rage. That scoundrel had canceled on her not once but twice! If it weren't for her grandfather's sake, she wouldn't have gone to meet that man at all. Just thinking about how she had been jealous and speculated upon for meeting that untrustworthy man made her grit her teeth in frustration!
“Dong Ya, you shouldn't go against your grandfather's wishes!”
The speaker was another family member from the Dong Family, the current **Minister, Dong Zicheng. To make up for the maternal love that Dong Ya lacked, he always spoiled her excessively, which had led to her fiery temper; he could not escape responsibility for that.
“Dad…”
Once, twice, she had complied with her grandfather's wishes, all for the sake of considering his health concerns. The thought of having a man she had never even met as her dance partner, especially with that man's piercing gaze, made her feel overwhelmed.
“Sister, your phone!”
Dong Ya took the phone from the nanny's hand. Upon seeing the name displayed on the screen, she raised her eyes and glanced at Dong Biwu and Dong Zicheng sitting across from her. A hint of panic flashed in her eyes before she stood up and walked outside to the garden to answer the call.
Through the large glass window, Dong Biwu's deep gaze quietly fell upon Dong Ya. Then, in a low voice, he addressed Dong Zicheng: “Does Ya still have contact with that man?”
A look of unease suddenly crossed Dong Zicheng's face. “Dad…”
“How could you handle things so poorly? Can't you make sure that man disappears from Ya's life?”
A hint of anger crept onto Dong Biwu's wrinkled forehead, contrasting sharply with his earlier amiable demeanor. Beside him, Dong Zicheng quickly stood up, bowing respectfully with his head lowered: “Dad, that man…”
“I don't want to hear any explanations from you. In any case, this marriage with the Qing Family must happen—whether it works out or not!”
His authoritative voice carried a heavy warning. As he saw Dong Ya finishing her call and walking back, the coldness on his face suddenly vanished, replaced by a deep smile: “Ya, whose call was that?”
"Yes, yes, it's a friend!"
"A friend? Are you inviting him to the ball?"
With a smile hiding a knife, experience shows that the old are still sharp.
"No, no..." Just a moment ago, Dong Ya was eloquent, but now she was flustered, avoiding Dong Biwu's gaze. Her heart raced violently, as if it were about to leap out of her chest.
"Ya, it's settled regarding the dance partner!"
Dong Biwu stood up, his hands behind his back. His decisions were never questioned by anyone in the Dong Family!
Qing Cang, I hate you! You persistent man!
Regarding this man she had yet to meet, Dong Ya felt a gnawing hatred in her heart. The corners of her mouth suddenly curled into a sinister smile; she was somewhat looking forward to tonight's ball...
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