The Queen of Gossip

Su Wanqing shook her head, smiled a little guiltyly, and said, "It's okay, it's good to walk around more occasionally."

She took the handkerchief that Huang handed over, and gently wiped the sweat off her neck. The moment she lowered her head slightly, she faintly revealed ambiguous red marks.

Huang had been closely watching her movements, and when his obsidian-like eyes fell on those red marks, the corners of his eyes twitched violently.

He is several years older than her, and he is good at socializing. He has tasted hundreds if not thousands of women, and he is no stranger to such red marks.

Ever since Akira Hoshino was 16 years old, when he confirmed his eldest grandson's right to inherit, people successively offered all kinds of beauties to his bed like slave girls. He was a man of taste, so of course he would not refuse.

The man who had the opportunity to create such charming marks on Saori's body, thought with his toes, he also knew who it was.

Huang's eyes darkened, and the icy aura around him became even colder.

"Mr. Huang, what was it like when I was a child?" Su Wanqing asked curiously as she returned the handkerchief.

Huang took the square handkerchief, his eyes stayed on it, and his tone was flat: "Very small, very good."

"That's it?" It was too concise.

"Hmm - still a little clingy."

"Clingy?" Su Wanqing was stunned for a moment, her heart skipped a beat, her tone was weak, "No way—"

Ever since she could remember, she hadn't been a clingy kid at all.

"Well, you like to pester me and steal things for me to eat." Huang Wannian Bingshan had a faint smile on his face.

"Er... I..."

Hey hey hey, she won't be so frustrated, right? Stealing things - as Hoshino Akira, you can't eat whatever you want!

"The lord's training is very strict. He locked all the children of our generation on a closed island and killed each other. Those who survived are the only successors."

Su Wanqing's legs went limp, she tripped over a stone, staggered and almost fell.

When people lose their balance, they always subconsciously grab the things around them, and at this time, Huang also stretched out his arms, which happened to support her.

"Sounds scary, doesn't it?" Huang's face flashed a feeling of loss, "At that time, there were so many children, only you survived."

"Why was I spared?" Su Wanqing didn't understand.

"You are a girl, and the daughter of the lord's favorite young girl. He is reluctant to let you undergo such cruel training."

"...That's it."

"Or it can be said that you are the goal of our dozen children, the spoils of war."

"The trophy?" Su Wanqing frowned, she didn't like this term very much.

"Yes, spoils of war. Those who survive are eligible to become the heir, and you are the heir's destined wife."

Su Wanqing felt that all of this seemed absurd, without the slightest human form, the lord must be a cruel guy who likes to play with human life and feelings recklessly.

"There is very little food on Shutter Island. Half of the dozen or so children died of killing each other, and the other half died of starvation."

"Then I'll steal something for you to eat?"

"Yes, no matter how the lord punishes you, you will find a way to come out and give me something to eat." When he said this, a trace of tenderness appeared on Huang's paralyzed face, "So, I Only then can we win the game and live till now." Su Wanqing shook her head, smiled a little guiltyly, and said, "It's okay, it's good to walk around occasionally."

She took the handkerchief that Huang handed over, and gently wiped the sweat off her neck. The moment she lowered her head slightly, she faintly revealed ambiguous red marks.

Huang had been closely watching her movements, and when his obsidian-like eyes fell on those red marks, the corners of his eyes twitched violently.

He is several years older than her, and he is good at socializing. He has tasted hundreds if not thousands of women, and he is no stranger to such red marks.

Ever since Akira Hoshino was 16 years old, when he confirmed his eldest grandson's right to inherit, people successively offered all kinds of beauties to his bed like slave girls. He was a man of taste, so of course he would not refuse.

The man who had the opportunity to create such charming marks on Saori's body, thought with his toes, he also knew who it was.

Huang's eyes darkened, and the icy aura around him became even colder.

"Mr. Huang, what was it like when I was a child?" Su Wanqing asked curiously as she returned the handkerchief.

Huang took the square handkerchief, his eyes stayed on it, and his tone was flat: "Very small, very good."

"That's it?" It was too concise.

"Hmm - still a little clingy."

"Clingy?" Su Wanqing was stunned for a moment, her heart skipped a beat, her tone was weak, "No way—"

Ever since she could remember, she hadn't been a clingy kid at all.

"Well, you like to pester me and steal things for me to eat." Huang Wannian Bingshan had a faint smile on his face.

"Er... I..."

Hey hey hey, she won't be so frustrated, right? Stealing things - as Hoshino Akira, you can't eat whatever you want!

"The lord's training is very strict. He locked all the children of our generation on a closed island and killed each other. Those who survived are the only successors."

Su Wanqing's legs went limp, she tripped over a stone, staggered and almost fell.

When people lose their balance, they always subconsciously grab the things around them, and at this time, Huang also stretched out his arms, which happened to support her.

"Sounds scary, doesn't it?" Huang's face flashed a feeling of loss, "At that time, there were so many children, only you survived."

"Why was I spared?" Su Wanqing didn't understand.

"You are a girl, and the daughter of the lord's favorite young girl. He is reluctant to let you undergo such cruel training."

"...That's it."

"Or it can be said that you are the goal of our dozen children, the spoils of war."

"The trophy?" Su Wanqing frowned, she didn't like this term very much.

"Yes, spoils of war. Those who survive are eligible to become the heir, and you are the heir's destined wife."

Su Wanqing felt that all of this seemed absurd, without the slightest human form, the lord must be a cruel guy who likes to play with human life and feelings recklessly.

"There is very little food on Shutter Island. Half of the dozen or so children died of killing each other, and the other half died of starvation."

"Then I'll steal something for you to eat?"

"Yes, no matter how the lord punishes you, you will find a way to come out and give me something to eat." When he said this, a trace of tenderness appeared on Huang's paralyzed face, "So, I Only then can we win the game and live till now.”