Let her be arrogant

Chapter 2 Irony
  "Sister Qing...Sister Qing, are you still listening?"

Sheng Lanqing almost stopped laughing.

Is there such a good thing?

Her development in Kun Opera has currently encountered a bottleneck.

Both singing and body movements have reached the top level in China.

It would not do her much good to appear on stage.

It's just that the audience is rushing to her performance, and the theater doesn't dare to let her take a break.

"I'm listening."

Sheng Lanqing stood up casually, changed into a white down jacket, and wrapped a fluffy red scarf around the collar.

"But Teacher Gu was very angry when he heard about it. He said that even if he doesn't hang out in B City, he still wants you to perform on stage."

The assistant's voice was upright and solemn. You didn't need to think about it to know that this little girl who had just graduated must be clenching her fists on the phone.

"That's not necessary," Sheng Lanqing curled her lips and chuckled, "Tell that to the old man for me. He's very old and still has such a high-spirited attitude. It's easy for him to have a myocardial infarction. Let him calm down."

She hung up the phone and pressed the remote control button on the bedside.

The curtains on the balcony slowly opened, and the flying snowflakes were as cold as the tails of fireflies in the warm yellow light of the street lamp.

When she was a freshman, she had a fight with Lu Lin and her living allowance was cut off for more than two years.

At that time, I was too busy with my studies, so I only relied on coupons and zero-yuan purchases on various platforms, and ate instant noodles and steamed buns to survive.

Lu Lin was not worried about how she, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, would pay her tuition and live her life.

Anyway, her purpose was to let Sheng Lanqing go back and drink with the wealthy businessman, and make more money while he was young. It would be even better if he could become a mistress.

If it weren't for the old professor who cherished her talents and took her home for dinner every now and then, and even gave her some new clothes that the children at home "unwanted", she might have gone astray.

She had eaten for a year with peace of mind and thought about repaying him in the future.

On New Year's Eve, I met Teacher Gu's son who had returned from studying abroad. He was a young man with a gentle temperament and a top student majoring in law and psychology.

It turned out that those expensive clothes and custom-made costumes were specially given to her.

Teacher Gu didn't give her the leftovers picked by others, and gently protected her self-esteem.

At that time, Sheng Lanqing was like a wounded little animal, trying her best to protect her little dignity, for fear that others would look down on her.

Sheng Lanqing, who was worried about others finding out about her aura, was actually barren and had nothing.

Light snowflakes accumulated bit by bit on the dead branches, and the snapping sound frightened the crows away, crying away.

The distant gaze suddenly retracted.

Sheng Lanqing smiled sarcastically and sent a message.

[Didn’t Song Shiyu want to see me? Then let him see it. 】

The person on the other end had long been accustomed to her tone of voice, and quickly replied with her address.

At three o'clock in the morning, she glanced at the time and went out with an umbrella in distress.

The streets were deserted, and the glass doors of the 24-hour convenience stores were decorated with Santa Claus dolls. The weak light was blocked by the dim snow.

There was a black cat lazily licking its fur on the long wooden chair in front of the flower bed, and there were a few muffled sounds coming from the alley ahead.

Sheng Lanqing seemed to have found a way to vent. The transparent umbrella was placed on the edge of the chair, blocking the ubiquitous snow, and in exchange for the ignorant cry of the black cat.

The flashlight's bright button suddenly turned on, and the two men in the dark alley stiffened instinctively.

But one of them was still facing the light, looking over coldly with his wide-open reddish eyes, but the moment he saw her, they were stained with a glint of water.

"What a coincidence."

Xi Yu rolled his eyes and crushed his leather shoes over and over again under the man's fingers until his flesh and blood were blurred.

"died?"

The man lying on the ground bit his lip in pain, blood dripping from his chin to the ground.

Sheng Lanqing turned her eyes to his face and found that there was deathly fear in the man's eyes, and his whole body was trembling. It’s not that it doesn’t hurt, it’s that I don’t dare to make a sound.

"I didn't see anything."

Sheng Lanqing took a breath of air and backed away cautiously.

Xi Yu is obviously crazier than before, she shouldn't be meddling in other people's business, it's still nosy in the streets at three in the morning!
  "It doesn't matter if you see it."

Xi Yu snapped his fingers, and bodyguards quickly dragged the man away.

"You are now my accomplice."

He walked up to her calmly and forced her into the corner. His model-like height cast a heavier shadow, but there was a distant scent of sandalwood.

Sheng Lanqing frowned in discomfort, and when he looked up, he saw Xi Yu's evil smile.

This kind of ruffianism made him more elegant and elegant, so when Xi Yu was still in the troupe, many young girls blocked the door, and because of that stunning glimpse, Xi Yu's photos were sold at sky-high prices.

"You are so close to me, do you want to kiss me?"

Sheng Lanqing was a little afraid of him, but still responded reluctantly.

She still resented Xi Yu's announcement of quitting the troupe during its most difficult period, leaving behind a lot of mess.

So when I later learned that Xi Yu had annexed the Xi family's property and rose to power from a little illegitimate child, I didn't think he was that powerful.

Xi Yu lowered his eyes to look at her. The cute baby fat had faded away, but the corners of his eyebrows had become more charming.

Not so good anymore.

The child who was full of admiration at first, pestered him all day long, and sweetly called him "little master" has grown into a woman who is cold and scornful of him.

"Not interested in."

He sneered, his eyes turned back and forth in front of her chest pointedly, and he shook his head in disappointment.

"Sir, the time has come."

The black Bugatti drove up and parked quietly at the entrance of the alley.

Xi Yu inadvertently glanced at the umbrella on the wooden chair a second before getting into the car. He hesitated for a moment and quickly said to the bodyguard: "Take it away."

The black cat "meowed" and its hair exploded, and ran away in panic. Fortunately, the collar around its neck clearly showed the fact that it had an owner.

As soon as the car door closed, a call came in.

Xi Yu saw the girl in the rearview mirror taking a car and leaving, then she looked away and slowly answered the phone.

"Is something wrong?"

Xie Si was stunned and was speechless for a long time.

The original thought of gossiping about the so-called rose disappeared instantly.

He spent a long time trying to squeeze out a nonsense sentence: "Did you catch that person?"

Some people in the Xi family have been obsessed with evil intentions recently, trying to make a comeback with the remaining pension money. If they don't steal the company secrets, they want to stab Xi Yu to death.

"Ah."

Xi Yu agreed calmly, obviously not taking this matter to heart.

Xie Si had long been accustomed to his cold temperament and just waited silently for the silence over there to pass as soon as possible.

"Help me take more care of her."

"Who?"

Xie Si regained his energy and quickly asked: "Your rose?"

Xi Yu leaned back, recalling the girl's sharp accusations against him, and pinched his eyebrows.

"Sheng Lanqing," he added, "the proud disciple of my old friend."

(End of this chapter)