Chapter 2

Seventeen years ago, a mother and daughter walked into the gate of the Qin family, and a shocking scandal broke out.

Originally, Qin Qing, the eldest son and grandson, was just the wrong wild seed held in the hospital. The real blood of the Qin family is Qin Wanrou.

Qin Qing, who learned the truth, was devastated. She came out late at night to get drunk for the first time, but was watched in the bar. Even if nanny Oman lost her life later, she could not escape being bullied.

This day is the end of her being trampled into the mire.

"It's so beautiful. I haven't seen such a beautiful woman yet. Brother, why don't we..." even if the light is dim, the gangsters still see the beauty of the girl in front of them, and their evil thoughts can't stop coming out.

The leading gangster seemed to be thinking, looked at the time, smiled vaguely and said: "make a quick decision, don't delay the time, let the brothers have a good time."

"OK." the younger brother behind him answered, staring at the graceful girl in front of him, like a group of hungry wolves.

"What are you doing?!" Oman, as a passer-by, couldn't understand the evil smile on these faces. He shouted and protected his back. "I tell you, this is the eldest lady of the Qin family. If she makes a mistake, the Qin family will not let you go."

Although the Qin family is a scholarly family, it has a deep foundation. She only hopes that these people will be afraid.

However, "cut, Qin family? I don't pay attention to it. I tell you, hand over the people, or I'll stab you." the gangster leader sneered. It was obvious that he was prepared and took out the knife while talking.

Leng mang glanced over her eyelids and hurt Qin Qing's eyes. She stared at the knife and recalled the scene of Oman falling in a pool of blood in the last life. Her body trembled slightly, "Oman."

Oman felt his palm wet. He thought the girl was afraid. He turned back and pulled out a forced smile to comfort him. "Don't be afraid, miss, I will protect you."

I will protect you.

Qin Qing, who had not been helped for nearly 17 years, was inexplicably wet in her eyes at this moment.

"Oman, stand behind me."

She opened her mouth coldly, and her soft voice rolled an unspeakable elegance in the alley. When the woman in front was stunned, she had come to the gangsters, and slowly raised the glass fragments in her hand... Against her neck.

"Young lady!" Oman saw a cut in her own young lady's neck and exclaimed that she was going to stop her.

"Smelly girl, what do you want to do? Put down the glass." the gangster who just showed evil light was also surprised. His extended hand was frozen in the air and dared not act rashly any more.

Qin Qing swept the faces of the group and gently pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a sarcastic arc. "If you step forward again, I'll cut my own artery, so that you can't make a difference."

The gangsters looked at the young girl in front of them.

In such a dangerous environment, she was so fearless that she could see that they were ordered.

"What do you want?" the gangster who lost the initiative gave way.

Qin Qing held the nanny's hand tightly, stepped forward and said in a voice, "I want to see your boss."

She knew that these gangsters could not let themselves go. The only chance was to start from the leader.

The other party obviously had nothing to do. He took a hard look out of the girl's beautiful face. Then he gritted his teeth and nodded his head, "OK, I'll let you understand."

The party took advantage of the night to walk through the brightly lit streets. Finally, Qin Qing was taken to a private club. With eye-catching high-end decoration and expensive equipment, it is not difficult to guess that the identity of the guests coming here is different.

The moment I opened the box door and went in, a wine glass flew in front of me and smashed it on the gangster's head.

"Waste, don't you see I'm busy? I can't even clean up a woman. Bring it in to find bad luck." the bold man sitting on the sofa scolded fiercely.

"Yes, I'm useless, boss. She said she would kill herself if she didn't see you. We, we can't help it." the arrogant gangster immediately shrunk aside like a quail.

"Hmm?" smelling the speech, the boss made a move in his hand. He rarely looked up and glanced over. When he saw the girl's beautiful face under the colorful lights, he was slightly stunned, and then glanced, "just a flower bottle can't be done well, waste."

With that, he grabbed the dice cup in his hand and continued tinkling.

Qin Qing, who had made a lot of drafts, suddenly went blank when she saw the dice cup. A strong desire appeared in her heart. Her fingertips twitched slightly and shook unconsciously in the direction of the swing of the dice cup until a node, and suddenly frowned and said, "wrong."

what? Everyone in the room was stunned by this nonsense.

After a while, the boss noticed her sight and said suspiciously, "you know this, too?"

Qin Qing thought of the young voice in her dream and the thing called gambling. She suddenly wanted to verify the truth, "can I have a try?"

Her voice was clear and sweet. She stood there with her hands folded in front, dignified and elegant, like a daughter from an aristocratic family, but at this time, she opened her mouth to touch the ninth rate dice.

Such a strong contrast made the boss on the sofa interested. As soon as he raised his eyebrow, he said, "OK, as long as you shake the points I just wanted, I won't do your business today. However, if you dare to deceive me, hehe..."

The latter threat is self-evident.

"Don't go there, miss." Oman grabbed the girl's hand in fear, and his eyes showed deep concern. She watched Qin Qing grow up as a child. Her young lady even saw dice for the first time, let alone played.

"Oman, don't worry." Qin Qing smiled back at her, but his eyes were very firm.

Everyone in the room focused on her and watched the eldest lady of the aristocratic family come to the table. She pinched the dice with her slender jade hands full of book and ink and put them into the dice cup. She looked as elegant as if she wanted to write with a pen.

Can such a person really play dice?

Someone couldn't help laughing, "Oh, this is embroidery. It's a waste of time."

However, at the moment when the voice fell, the girl suddenly moved.

Dada... The sound of dice is as dense as a drum. The girl turns her wrist and flips the dice cup flexibly. It looks like she is skilled and free. It seems that this set of movements is just a routine for her.

Finally, with a slap, the sound of dice stopped and the cup fell. Qin Qing's indifferent and elegant voice sounded slowly, "this is what you want, a pillar to hold the sky."