The Tycoon's Enchanted Mermaid-Chapter 133 - : Mentally Ill
Chapter 133: Chapter 133: Mentally Ill
Xiao Yuyun’s face looked rather unpleasant, “How am I overthinking it? Am I not right? Qin Huaiming sent Qin Xiu to the South Pacific Region because he essentially wants to take control over there. Not only did you not stop him, you even gave him a push.”
“I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but your actions are truly baffling.”
“A few days ago, when Qin Huaiming ostentatiously held that farewell party, you didn’t attend, but I did.”
Qin Yu’s face was cold, showing no interest in explaining, “If you wanted to go, you could. It has nothing to do with me.”
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His words carried a hint of sarcasm.
Seeing his attitude, Xiao Yuyun felt anger upon anger yet was powerless against him. Although Qin Yu was her junior, Xiao Yuyun did not dare to really lecture him with absolute certainty.
“I just want to ask you, are you really planning to reconcile with Qin Huaiming and his ilk? The car accident that took your parents, he hasn’t been cleared of suspicion. There’s just no evidence.”
Back then, the two Qin brothers were publicly and secretly competing against each other, a struggle so intense that the whole of Beijing knew about it. It only ended when Qin Jingming and Xiao Yunxi died in a car accident.
Qin Huaiming smoothly took over the Qin Family, basking in endless glory. Everyone thought Qin Huaiming could rest easy. No one expected Qin Yu, the child “sent away” overseas, to make a comeback. And now, he was firmly seated at the helm of the Qin Building.
Xiao Yuyun had always felt gratified and proud.
She just couldn’t understand why, when Qin Huaiming and Qin Xiu, father and son, were clearly beaten and gasping for breath, Qin Yu suddenly let go and gave them a chance to recover.
It was really perplexing.
Qin Yu sneered, speaking indifferently, “Do you think what you believe is the truth is actually the truth?”
The truth about the car accident stirred a lot of controversies. The official announcement claimed it was an accident, but many suspected Qin Huaiming was behind it, especially since he benefited from the deaths of Mr. and Mrs. Qin Jingming.
Xiao Yuyun was obviously one of the “many people” who firmly believed Qin Huaiming was the mastermind behind the car accident.
Qin Yu couldn’t be bothered to argue with her. Whether it was the Qin or the Xiao family, each had their own agendas. Whatever they said or did, it often revolved around interests.
Sometimes, it was best not to care too much or delve too deep in order to maintain at least a semblance of dignity.
“If you called me here just to talk about this, I have other matters to attend to. I’ll be leaving now.”
Xiao Yuyun hurriedly stopped him, “Wait a minute.”
She pivoted on her high heels, fixing her gaze on the tall and handsome man before her as if not wanting to miss any expression on his face, “That young lady just now, is she your girlfriend?”
Qin Yu paused in his steps, slowly turning his head to look at her, his eyes growing colder, but he did not deny it.
Xiao Yuyun looked astounded, as if encountering something extraordinary, then suddenly smiled, “No wonder rumors have been saying that you’ve hidden a beauty in your golden house. I see her today, and indeed, she’s a very good-looking girl. It seems my previous worries were unnecessary.”
Since childhood, Qin Yu had always been as cold as ice, showing hardly any interest in the opposite sex. Not just outsiders, but even relatives couldn’t help but wonder if he had some hidden ailment.
Having a girlfriend now was a good thing.
Regardless of whether the girl was outstanding or not, whether they could stay together in the future, at least it was a good start for now.
Because of this, Xiao Yuyun didn’t have any objections towards Su Qingdai. Qin Yu was still young, nothing is certain in the future.
Qin Yu didn’t speak, and Xiao Yuyun gracefully smiled, “Go on then, don’t keep the young lady waiting.”
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Ah Da and Little Pink Bottle were chatting when Jade Pot suddenly asked why Qin Yu hadn’t come back yet, worrying that he might have left.
“He wouldn’t. Even if he had something else to do, he would call me,” Ah Da said confidently, looking down at her phone screen that showed no message alerts.
Jade Pot suggested, “Why don’t you go look for him?”
“Yeah, why don’t you call him over?” Jade Pot also incited, “I see you’re so distracted waiting, don’t be hard on yourself. If you want to go, just go.”
“Right, right, right, we all support you.”
They couldn’t wait any longer, scratching their hearts out, itching to see what the man praised and fancied by the little incense burner actually looked like—whether he had three heads and six arms or was robust and domineering. They needed him to come over to feast their eyes.
Ah Da clenched her phone, “Alright, I’ll go have a look.”
Watching Ah Da walk over, Long Jiu and Long Qi exchanged a glance, sure enough the young girl approached them with a question.
“When will Qin Yu be able to return?”
Long Jiu replied, “We’re not sure either, perhaps, Miss Su could give the Third Young Master a call.”
In fact, Ah Da was already grappling with whether or not to call Qin Yu, since he might be speaking with Aunt Xiao at this time. It seemed inappropriate to call him.
She decided to quietly go over and take a peek.
Ah Da headed in the direction where Xiao Yuyun had left, with Long Qi and Long Jiu following her at a discreet distance.
Between the two exhibition halls, the corridor was flanked by glass, allowing a view outside. The garden was designed in a Chinese style, with winding bridges over flowing water, and red pavilions beside green paths, clearly a small yet exquisite garden.
Ah Da’s gaze was unconsciously drawn there, to a few people standing in the small pavilion, dressed similarly to Long Jiu and Long Qi—in black suits and pants of the same color, well-built. The only difference was the beards on their cheeks.
Their expressions were serious as they faced the person sitting on the sill, as if waiting for his commands.
The man sitting on the sill was wearing a cold-toned grey shirt, simple in design without a tie; even the buttons of his shirt were undone. He was leaning on the railing, elbows propped up, with a cigarette pinched between his long fingers, and legs casually placed. At a glance, he exuded a carefree and unruly temperament.
When Ah Da’s gaze landed on his face, her excellent vision allowed her to clearly see the expression on his face.
The man was quite handsome, with noble and deep-set facial features. His skin seemed overly pale, and his thick brows rebelliously tilted upwards. His narrow brown eyes held a hint of a sinister shadow, and his slightly drooping eyelashes seemed to convey displeasure.
Strangely, Ah Da felt a sense of familiarity about him, as if she had seen him somewhere before.
The confusion in her heart slowed Ah Da’s steps, until she stopped, her brow furrowed in a faint stupor.
In the pavilion, Lu Jing, slightly irritated, brought the cigarette to his lips, took a light drag and exhaled the smoke. Suddenly, he felt a gaze on him and glanced over casually. When he saw the girl behind the glass, he paused.
It was her.
Lu Jing locked eyes with her, those bright, large eyes filled with confusion. She probably didn’t recognize him.
Not recognizing him wasn’t surprising.
He looked very different from the time he had spent on Lingcheng Mountain.
For some reason, Lu Jing subconsciously wanted to hide the cigarette in his hand, as if an inner voice was telling him she wouldn’t like the smoke, like a mountain stream naturally repelling murkiness.
Noticing his own movement, Lu Jing’s brows knitted together, and he let out a cold laugh, then cracked a smile and waved at her.
Ah Da had been lost in thought but suddenly saw the man in the pavilion wave at her. Her heart thumped, a mix of mortification and embarrassment at being caught spying.
Not daring to look any longer, she quickly walked away.
After the young girl behind the glass window had left, Lu Jing’s gaze still didn’t shift. He felt he was going crazy, caring about the feelings of prey he had only met once.
Lifting his finger, he took a vindictive drag on the cigarette. His eyes turned icy as he looked back at the few underlings standing nervously in front of him, the corners of his mouth lifting in a mocking smile.
