Chapter 748: 383 Misunderstanding
Aunt Hongâs heart skipped a beat, and she waved her hand, ordering her subordinates, âDidnât you hear Missâs words?â
The men immediately carried Dong Jiahe out.
âMiss, please have some tea.â Aunt Hong personally handed a teacup to Ming Jing.
Ming Jing did not accept it, silently looking at her.
Aunt Hongâs face gradually grew uncomfortable; indeed, she was Ran Bowenâs daughter.
âAlthough I do not interfere in the affairs of the Qinglong Association, my father founded it with his own hands. I cannot stand by and watch it be destroyed by you.â
Aunt Hongâs hand holding the teacup trembled. Didnât she hear wrong?
Was Miss joking?
Although it was true that Ran Bowen founded the Qinglong Association, it was also destroyed by him. If it werenât for Ran Tengxiao, the Qinglong Association would have perished long ago.
âMiss, you are wrong in saying that. In this world, not everything is black or white. If it were, the Qinglong Association would have been banned decades ago, and there would be no glory today.â
Not to mention acting pretentious in front of her, this young lady was too naive.
âNot black or white, not good or evil, heaven is clear, and retribution is certain.â The girl smiled faintly, holding a flower with one hand, looking solemn and pure as a Buddha statue.
Aunt Hong was stunned in place.
Noises came from the neighboring room, and their volume gradually increased, causing embarrassment for the young and inexperienced girl.
The girl in front of her remained calm and unaffected.
After saying that, she glanced at Yueyue with a smile, âYou are a lucky one. Follow Mr. Zheng Qing, and there will be more blessings in the future.â
Yueyue pursed her lips and lowered her head.
âYueyue...â Xianxian chased after her, holding Yueyueâs hand with a worried face.
Yueyue spoke softly, âXianxian, donât worry, Mr. Zheng Qing is very good to me, he wants to take me away from here.â
Xianxian looked at Zheng Qing cautiously, would this man really treat Yueyue well?
Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows, âYou are the girl who played the flute.â
The girl who was sold by her adopted father to pay off his gambling debts.
Xianxian nodded, âYes, Mr. Zheng Qing, will you always be good to Yueyue?â
âXianxian, do not be disrespectful.â Aunt Hong scolded sternly.
Yueyue held Xianxianâs hand and whispered, âXianxian, wait for me, I will definitely save you.â
Xianxian shook her head, âAs long as you have a good life, you donât need to worry about me.â
Xianxian looked up and met the eyes of Miss Ran. The latter gently smiled and looked away.
It wasnât until the three people left that Xianxian, as if drained of all her strength, leaned weakly against the wall.
Aunt Hong touched her temples and smirked, âMr. Ran is waiting for you in room 302. Donât keep him waiting too anxiously.â
Xianxian tightly bit her lower lip, her small face pale.
âAunt Hong... I... I suddenly feel a bit unwell...â
Before she could finish her sentence, Aunt Hongâs eyes gradually turned cold, âYour adoptive father sold you to me, not for you to enjoy a good life here. Remember your status.â