Chapter 47: On the Way Home Late at Night Four

  In my gaze, which was as sharp as a silver needle, he blinked his eyes and then stood up extremely slowly, seemingly puzzled: "Didn't Xiao Qin tell you last time when I wasn't around?"

  "What does Ah Qian have to do with it again?"

  He walked over to my side, re-grasping my arm, his tone slightly cheerful: "It was on one of the days after you guys went to 'teen', little Qin told me about your experience that night, so I knew the man's name was Wen Zhili. I thought you were there too at the time, didn't expect I remembered it wrong."

  "Oh, I see." So, after a night without any emotional foundation, Ah Qian would tell Cheng Qiao that it's normal, and I nodded in understanding, smiling again, "But the man I was talking about is not Wen Zhi Li."

  "What did you say?"

  "Boss of teens."

  "Boss?!" He suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned around to stare at me in surprise, "How did you confirm that their boss is a man? Have you seen him?"

  "No way, although I didn't think a girl couldn't drive this kind of car, but the boss even has a Lamborghini, how could he still be a girl?" I also stopped and smiled, "And most importantly, I estimate that we will see him soon."

  He covered his face and didn't open it for a long time: "A Yao, are you going to throw me to that old boss?"

  I was stunned for a moment: "When did your imagination become as rich as mine?"

  "This time isn't it?"

  "Of course not," I corrected him with a serious tone, waving my right index finger back and forth in his delighted gaze. "I just wanted to introduce you all to each other and then conveniently build up some goodwill between both sides."

  His expression stiffened for a moment, then furrowed his brow, as if thinking about something.

  The orange light just right on his forehead poured down on his handsome face, like ivory white being soaked in the small river at night, the delicate skin tone made me want to reach out and touch it gently. The exquisite features were rendered dreamy by the halo of light, my gaze couldn't move away, is this... a painting of an immortal come to life?

  Completely absorbed in beauty, the painting fairy suddenly stretched out two long eyebrows, raised the corners of her lips and smiled extremely brightly, her shining eyes making me hold my breath: "Since Ah Yao you're so concerned about my future big things, I shouldn't let you get excited for nothing. Your vision I still trust very much, so can only temporarily apologize to my future wife... Is this okay? As long as you can call that boss in front of me, I'll try to give him a good impression."

  What he said was really touching, I immediately nodded continuously: "Believe me, that boss will definitely be fine!"

  "Alright!" He smiled and supported me again, "Then let's go!"

  "Good!"

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  After I repeatedly urged them to speed up but to no avail, we finally managed to get out of the night market street after a very long time.

  "Alright, although we're not heading in the same direction, I can drop you off home first and then head back myself. Consider it a compensation for your overtime today. Would you mind hailing a cab?" I said to Cheng Qiao as I gazed out at the taxis speeding by on the road.

  He didn't say a word, but just looked down at my feet, glanced around, and then silently pulled me to the bus stop on the side, this speed instantly dispelled my previous suspicion that he was actually a tortoise rather than a snail.

  But ——

  "Xiao Qiao, what are you doing? It's just a taxi ride, no need to rush to the station. It's not peak hour now, nobody is competing with us!"

  "Hey, I'm injured! Do you want me to walk that far? Are you kidding me? You want me to take a bus with you and enjoy the night view? The bus drivers are all asleep at this hour!"

  "Hey! Xiao Qiao, let go of my hand!"

  ……

  Finally, I sat down on the chair at the station, exhausted. Cheng Qiao finally spoke up: "A Yao, sit here for a while, I'll go to the pharmacy across the street to buy some hydrogen peroxide to help you clean your wound, it's bleeding. If it gets infected on the way back, it will be hard to heal later."

  I weakly wiped the sweat from my forehead: "You don't have to make such a big deal, it's just a little blood, I'll go back and disinfect it with alcohol."

  He glared at me with a sulky expression: "No matter how small, I'm going to buy it anyway. If you can bear to leave me here alone, then you go first!"

  "Xiao Qiao, wait!" My outstretched hand froze in mid-air as I stared at the figure already sprinting towards the distant pedestrian path, speechless and choked with emotion. "Then give me back my wallet first..."

  It's already late at night, and there isn't a single person waiting for the bus at the station. Only a few billboards are shining with white light in isolation. I casually picked up a magazine from beside me, and my first glance was shocked by the advertisement on it - "Actually men need more care", accompanied by an illustration of a woman kicking a man's vital point with one foot, with a painful expression on his face.

  I was stunned for a moment, and I couldn't help but laugh for a while. Then I praised the person who designed this line - it's really incisive! Although men are more resistant to blows than women, the risk of being completely destroyed from bottom to top is still too high, and the consequences will be carried for life.

  Just as I was thinking of taking out my phone to take a photo and send it to the girls, a commotion suddenly came from the entrance of the night market street. I turned my head to look over, and after taking a closer look, it seemed to be that group of guys who were standing in front of the bar earlier, apparently trying to hail a taxi.

  "With so many people, how many cars do we need to get? I guess it's on the way, just live in one room, and play np by the way." I yied with ill intentions, and immediately lowered my head to continue flipping through the magazine.

  I just finished reading a short article about the dark side of office politics, and before I could even think of any thoughts, it suddenly got very dark in front of me.

  "Xiao Qiao, how did you get back so quickly?" I asked in surprise, "I thought the pharmacy was still quite far away..."

  The "ah" got stuck in my throat, and I was so startled by the person in front of me that I immediately jumped up, with another sharp pain in my feet.

  His eyes were bloodshot, staring at me fixedly, his facial expression was complex and icy, his voice slightly hoarse: "Xiao Qiao?"

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  [bookid==《The Original Lock》] Mutation changed his originally ordinary life.

  If it weren't for the unexpected turn of events, his life would have been just like that of many of his ancestors - unremarkably taking over the family's power and quietly passing away after a dull life.

  But his father died in front of him, and his mother was taken away from him, leaving the young boy to face all sorts of growth alone.

  He wants to know the truth, so he must have power.

  The path of cultivation is fraught with difficulties, yet I persist without complaint or regret.

  He stormed the heavenly palace, killed celestial beings and fought with gods!

  Nothing else, just one goal:

  Save Mother! Rebuild Origin!