Chapter 11

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Jingyang felt a sharp pain in the back of his foot. It was not easy for him to escape from Su Qian’s grasp in this narrow space.

“You brat! Do you believe that I won’t kill you?” he was furious.

Su Qian didn’t take Huo Jingyang’s anger to heart. She flicked her hair and looked at him indifferently, “There are a lot of people who want to kill me. You’re not in the queue.”

Her eyes were cold, and her sarcastic expression made him extremely annoyed, “Stupid girl …”

Before he could finish, a thin and stern look came from the carriage.

“Jingyang, I’ll throw you out of the car if you keep cursing.”

Feng Tanjiu was not someone who would get angry easily. If he did get angry, then the person being accused would be in deep trouble.

Huo Jingyang didn’t dare to anger Feng Tanjiu, so he shut his mouth and turned away from Su Qian.

Su Qian gently shook her head at Huo Jingyang’s childish behavior. She looked up and saw Feng Tanjiu looking at her through the rearview mirror. Her lips curled up into a faint smile.

Feng Tanjiu quickly averted his eyes. He could tell that under that gentle smile, her pitch-black pupils were like the deepest vortices, as if they wanted to devour all the secrets in the world.

He then recalled Su Qian’s nonchalant words.

‘There are many people who want to kill me, and you’re not on the list.’

He only helped Su Qian because he could tell that Mingxiu had a different opinion of her. However, if Su Qian were to put Mingxiu in danger again, he would have to get rid of the source of this trouble first.

Polaris.

When Su Qian arrived, Polaris had just opened for business, and there were almost no other guests other than the few of them.

Huo Jingyang graciously took the best position.

Su Qian was indifferent and ignored him. She sat at the bar and ordered a glass of red wine. She had just taken a sip when she heard Feng Tanjiu say, “Estour red wine produced in 1996, the king of wine in Tiffany, St. Dales. Give me a glass too.”

It was a piece of cake for Feng Tanjiu to know the origin and year of the wine just by smelling it. She was not particularly surprised.

Su Qian swirled the wine glass, and the red liquid swirled in the glass.

“What do you want to tell me?”

Feng Tanjiu was surprised by her acute senses, but he felt that it was only right for her to do so. He glanced at Su Qian, who was feeling a little warm from the red wine, and slowly said, “Mingxiu is very important to me. If he is hurt because of you, I can only do things that I don’t want to do.”

The aroma of the red wine overwhelmed her taste buds. For a moment, she felt a little complicated, but she quickly regained her composure.

“Since you’re afraid that I’ll hurt him, you should persuade him to divorce me as soon as possible.”

Huo Jingyang, who was sitting in a booth a distance away, couldn’t hear what the two were talking about. He could only see their movements, which gave him the illusion that the two of them appreciated each other, and even made him feel like he was being excluded.

He hated this feeling.

He walked over to Su Qian’s right and said to the bartender, “I’ll have the same cup as theirs.” After he finished speaking, he pointed at Su Qian and added, “Put it on her tab.”

The bartender subconsciously looked at Su Qian. She nodded to show that she was fine, and the bartender handed the glass to Huo Jingyang.

Huo Jingyang picked up his glass and took a sip. He said in a bad tone, “Don’t think that I’ll look at you differently just because you’ve invited me to drink. ”

Su Qian lifted her eyelids, and her grip on the wine glass tightened. She narrowed her eyes, and a cold wind blew.

“If the wine can’t block your mouth, do you want some Hedinghong?”

Huo Jingyang looked at her with a ‘you’re up to no good’ look. Feng Tanjiu felt a headache coming on. These two people were always at odds with each other. They had been sitting together for less than five minutes and they were already bickering.

He glanced at Su Qian and said, “You’re not really here for a drink, are you?”

She cast a sidelong glance at Feng Tanjiu, “Of course not. I’m here to work.”

“So,” Huo Jingyang said coldly, “You can’t survive in the entertainment industry anymore and have to come to Polaris to work?”

Bang!

No one would have thought that the wine glass in Su Qian’s hand would shatter just like that.

“I’m sorry, my hand slipped,” she said with a blank expression.

Huo Jingyang couldn’t help but sneer. “You’re really useless. You can’t even hold a wine glass.”

Seeing this, Feng Tanjiu quickly kicked Huo Jingyang, “Shut up.”

He could clearly see that under those calm eyes, was a raging anger. He even had the thought that if the person who had said these words today was not Huo Jingyang, the person’s blood would probably be spilled on the spot.

Huo Jingyang wasn’t an idiot. Su Qian’s gaze seemed to have taken on a physical form just now. When she looked at him, it felt like a thousand arrows were piercing through his heart.

He could only feel cold sweat on his back.

Su Qian didn’t care about Huo Jingyang’s reaction. She just slowly cleaned up the glass shards.

After cleaning up, she glanced at the bartender, who was still in shock, “Do you have a cigarette?”

The bartender shuddered at his sudden question and quickly said, “Yes, yes, yes.”

After taking a few puffs, Su Qian calmed down.

At this time, Song Yixiu walked over. He did not know if it was his imagination, but he felt that the air in this place was like dry wood. If he was not careful, he would be set on fire.

And who were the men sitting beside Su Qian?

He walked over to Su Qian in confusion, “Sorry, I’m late. You didn’t wait long, did you?”

“No,” she replied indifferently. Then, she threw him a USB drive, “This is what you wanted.”

Song Yixiu caught it carefully, his eyes darting between Huo Jingyang and Feng Tanjiu. He knew he shouldn’t have asked, but he couldn’t help but worry that Su Qian would be deceived by their extraordinary bearing and the looks of their aristocratic family background.

One must know that the children of these aristocratic families loved to play with female celebrities.

“Qian Qian, who are these two?”

“Bodyguards,” Su Qian replied casually.

Song Yixiu was confused.

“Are bodyguards more handsome than artistes these days?” he muttered.

Huo Jingyang had been a little angry at the word ‘bodyguard’, but he was overjoyed by Song Yixiu’s comment and temporarily acknowledged his identity as a bodyguard.

He pulled Song Yixiu over and put his right hand on his shoulder, as if they were good brothers.

“A drink?”

Song Yixiu rejected him immediately, “No, no, no. I have to go to the recording studio later. I can’t work if I’m drunk.”

Huo Jingyang pretended that he didn’t hear him and pulled him to sit on his right, “If you don’t want to drink, then have some fruit juice.”

Song Yixiu looked at Su Qian with pleading eyes, hoping that she could save him from her evil clutches.

Su Qian turned her head away and pretended not to see him. She was afraid that if she continued to talk to Huo Jingyang, she would really hold back and press his head against the bar counter.