Chapter 527: Chapter 527: 246 Torment (Second Revision) _2

Chapter 527: 246 Torment (Second Revision) _2

He didn’t understand.

“You don’t need to know, the only value of your life now is to avenge her.”

Xue An’s pupils suddenly shrank. “If I’m to avenge her, the first person I’ll kill is you.”

The man frowned in disgust. “Stupid, how did she ever see anything in you?”

Xue An gritted his teeth. “What, are you jealous?”

The man turned his head away.

“If you truly love her, let her die in peace...”.

As the car wheels went over him, Xue An rolled onto the ground and awkwardly got up.

Looking at the disappearing tail of the car, Xue An touched the business card in his hand, his eyes gradually deepened.

——

It was Xie Zhen’s first time at Dechang Building. She had always heard of its great reputation but had never stepped inside. It was said that any one of the dishes inside was unimaginable in luxury for ordinary people.

Unlike the splendor she had imagined, Dechang Building’s antique decoration style was very elegant and tasteful.

Xie Zhen followed Ming Jing closely, fearing her rustic ways would embarrass Ming Jing.

A few people entered the private room, Mao Nana greeted everyone to sit down, and the waiter came in to pour tea for the guests one by one.

Xie Zhen saw that even the tea-pouring waiter wore a cheongsam, tall and elegant, even better looking than a supermodel.

She suddenly dared not drink the tea in her hand.

Looking at Ming Jing and Liu Muxue, and the opposite Song Yinzhang and Zhao Heng, they were all calm and composed, comparing their ease with her own uneasiness... Xie Zhen felt a little inferior and lowered her head.

“What do you like to eat?” Ming Jing asked softly, her unhurried tone dissolving Xie Zhen’s unease without a trace.

Xie Zhen said, “I...I don’t know.”

“This gold wire siu mai should be good, and this lotus tofu...”

As Ming Jing spoke, the waiter noted it down.

Xie Zhen gratefully glanced at Ming Jing, who ordered what she usually liked to eat. Ming Jing was just too good.

Ming Jing considered everyone’s taste, without wastefulness, and just right. Ming Jing closed the menu: “That’s all, thank you.”

The waiter had never seen such a polite customer and immediately took it with both hands.

Suddenly, a shadow fell across from him. A young woman dressed in sexy attire with delicate makeup greeted him naturally, “Hey, handsome, are you alone? Mind sharing a table?”

She had noticed this man from the beginning. From top to bottom, he exuded an understated elegance and poise, and his every move was filled with the calm demeanor of someone in a higher position. An elite single man like him was indeed very attractive.

Upon closer inspection, the man’s facial features were stunningly handsome, his deep-set features somewhat resembling a mixed-race person. His amber eyes swirled with a mysterious and icy sheen, instinctively capturing one’s soul.

The woman held her breath, marveling that he was a masterpiece.

The man gently stirred his coffee with his fingers. The sound of the spoon striking the rim of the cup was crisp and clear, harmonious with the wind chime hanging from the eave. Ding-ding-ling-ling, it was the sound of freedom borne by the wind.

At this moment, Qu Feitai’s song “White Coat” played in the shop, accompanied by the soothing piano melody, casting an ambiguous hue over the night.

The man’s gaze suddenly grew somber, and an icy glare shot out, shocking the woman across from him.

“Get lost.” He spoke in a magnetic, low voice, which sounded like a deadly scythe gently resting on the woman’s neck.

She ran away in panic.

The man snorted, slapped a hundred-yuan bill on the table, and walked out.

“Welcome.” The glass door of the convenience store was opened from outside, and the loudspeaker hanging on the door made a mechanical female sound.

Cold wind poured in. The cashier was a young girl who frowned impatiently. She looked up and suddenly widened her eyes in amazement, staring at the man who walked in.

The man entered the store. He was very tall, and the shelves in the convenience store were generally low. He saw a girl in a white coat standing in front of a row of shelves, carefully comparing and selecting products.

He furrowed his eyebrows, his face unnaturally contorted. He looked down and slid his fingers into his pocket, inadvertently touching the embossed lighter.

All the products on that row of shelves were sanitary napkins.

Had the little girl grown up?

The young girl finally picked a product and brought it to the cashier to pay. The cashier glanced at Ming Jing repeatedly, her soul somewhat drifting away.

Ming Jing subconsciously turned her head to look back, but there was nothing there.

“Twelve yuan.”

Ming Jing paid with her phone, took her things, and left.

As soon as her front foot stepped out, the man’s back foot pushed the door and walked out.

In the cloak of darkness, the man lowered his hat brim, his gaze fixated on the swaying hem of the girl’s white coat, embroidered with a silver pattern that shimmered in the moonlight, each step producing a lotus blossom.

When she reached the entrance of Dechang Building, Ming Jing suddenly stopped and looked back.

The night was dark, the cold wind howled, the streetlights cast a dreary, pale glow, and dust danced in the shadows.

Ming Jing squinted her eyes and curved her lips in a light smile before stepping inside.