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"Yo, isn't this the Qing Young Master? What wind blew you over here?"
Times have changed; he was no longer the Qing Young Master of a year ago. Old Qin clearly wore a disdainful expression as he looked down on Qing Cang. Then, in a provocative manner, he pulled Shen Qingyou closer to him, saying, "Qing Young Master, sorry, but this woman is already mine!"
With cold eyes that seemed ready to spark with fury, Qing Cang wore a dark expression. His gaze was murderous, and Old Qin was momentarily stunned by it. Soon after, he felt beads of sweat trickling down his back. However, alcohol drove him to madness and clouded his judgment. Though fear gripped him inside, on the surface, Old Qin maintained a facade of confidence, tightly restraining Shen Qingyou and not allowing her any freedom.
"Let her go!"
A simple yet authoritative command.
"I won't!"
Old Qin was no longer the man who lived by Qing Cang's mood. He was no longer the son of the Military District Commander. He had been expelled from the Qing Family Mansion, and now he was nothing.
"Are you going to let her go or not?"
From Qing Cang's deliberate pacing of words, it was clear his patience had reached its limit. Old Qin's bodyguards were gradually moving closer to Qing Cang, and the atmosphere in the KV Private Room had dropped to zero. And what about Shen Qingyou?
Her calm face revealed no trace of emotion; her clear eyes were like still water. But upon closer observation, one could see her fists tightly clenched, knuckles turning pale. Inside her heart, waves were already surging...
This was a thrilling confrontation. The bodyguards around Old Qin were all trained fighters, their robust figures forming a solid wall between him and Shen Qingyou. Four against one; although Qing Cang was agile, his opponents were no pushovers either. Before long, Qing Cang took a heavy punch to his handsome face, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Wiping the blood from his lips, the metallic taste ignited his nerves. Like a leopard, he bared his sharp fangs and lunged fiercely at his target...
Fists fell like raindrops, and the private room was already in disarray. Old Qin tightly restrained Shen Qingyou, who sat in the center of the sofa, watching the fight before her with a perverse excitement. In just a year, Qing Cang's skills seemed to have declined significantly; his techniques were no longer as fierce as before. His continuous defeats made Shen Qingyou's heart race.
"Qing Cang, what happened to you? Why can I see none of your former glory?"
Shen Qingyou's heart was in turmoil. Suddenly, a loud crash echoed as two bodyguards forcibly pressed Qing Cang's head against the coffee table. After several consecutive impacts, blood began to seep from his head. Was tonight destined to be a bloody night?
"Qing Da Shao, why not call for help? Weren't you quite arrogant back in the day?"
Yuan Mufang had appeared in front of Qing Cang with a bottle of wine in hand. All his pent-up emotions towards this man reached their peak at that moment, and without hesitation, he swung the bottle towards Qing Cang's head.
Yuan Mufang's body arced gracefully through the air before crashing hard against the wall and then falling to the ground, instantly losing consciousness.
Gasps filled the room as Shen Qingyou elegantly retracted her right leg and smiled at Old Qin, "Boss Qin, I think that's enough!"
Though her tone seemed to suggest negotiation, only Old Qin knew that this woman had no intention of compromising, as she had already pressed a shard of glass against her waist.
"Let him go!"
Old Qin waved his hand at his bodyguards. The one holding Qing Cang released him, and he staggered to his feet. A brilliant smile broke out on his blood-stained face as he looked at Shen Qingyou and said, "I knew you wouldn't stand by and watch me die!"
Damn it! Shen Qingyou realized with shock that she had fallen for this man's ploy of self-harm when she saw the triumphant smile at the corner of his mouth.
Qing Cang retracted the smile at the corners of his mouth, his cold gaze sweeping over everyone present, like a ruler looking down upon his subjects. He exuded an aura akin to that of a king as he walked to Shen Qingyou's side and forcefully pulled her into his embrace. Breathing in the familiar scent from her hair, he felt an overwhelming sense of peace.
It had been a year—exactly one year, three hundred sixty-five days—each day counted down by him. Last year at this time, after he had made a grand exit from that ball in the guise of Killing the Wolf, he searched everywhere for her. He wanted to marry her and declare his love for her to the whole world. However, when he arrived at her home, it was already empty; she had vanished without a trace, disappearing from his world without even a word.
Just as Shen Qingyou was about to exit this farce, a group of unexpected guests suddenly entered the private room...
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