Chapter 7: Qin Han Yue

Chapter 7

With the arrival of several men in black, assassin Qiao Ying smelled a familiar aura from them and felt a trace of nostalgia.

Of course she was referring to their murderous aura.

Just that.

These people couldn't even reach the threshold of the shadow, let alone deserve her recognition.

"Did you see a man pass by here?" the man in the lead hid his gun and asked coldly.

Qiao Ying stood aside facing them, scraping the mud with her feet, as if playing with mud.

This rainy season was almost over, and although it had rained frequently lately, it hadn't rained heavily. The ground was always wet.

There was no paved road outside the Qiao house, only a dirt road, and the base of the wall was piled high with earth to better reinforce the foundation.

Qiao Ying leisurely scraped up the mud with her feet, burying the bloodstains the man had left right under the noses of the men in black.

Smelling the osmanthus fragrance in the air, mixed with the smell of blood, the men in black became more suspicious of Qiao Ying.

Just as they were about to question her, the chubby girl raised her hand and pointed in a direction, "He went that way."

The men in black looked at Qiao Ying. Although doubtful, they hurriedly chased after the man.

Qiao Ying went back into the yard and closed the door to go back to sleep.

After escaping from the back door of the Qiao house, Qin Yuchen was soon caught up by the Qin family members who had rushed over. After treating his wounds, he rushed back to the capital overnight.

Capital City, Qin House

Qin Yuchen lived in the southeast courtyard of the Qin family manor. After entering the villa gate, he went upstairs to change his clothes before going to see his third uncle.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished changing, the man was already sitting on the sofa downstairs in the hall with his legs crossed, waiting for him.

"Third uncle." Qin Yuchen walked up to the man in good order.

It was now early dawn, and the man sitting on the sofa had a handsome face. Wearing a formal suit, the custom gray dark striped suit made him look noble and abstinent. His powerful aura made everyone in the hall somewhat apprehensive, including Qin Yuchen.

This man was the current head of the Qin family - Qin Hanyue.

He was the favored son of the retired old master Qin.

Although respectfully addressed as Third Uncle by the younger generation of the Qin family, he was only twenty-nine years old.

"Third uncle, why did you come in person?" Qin Yuchen felt a chill down his spine. He didn't dare to look the man in the eye, knowing he had botched things up.

"It's my incompetence. I couldn't even handle such a small matter, not only losing the goods but also ending up like this." Qin Yuchen was full of remorse.

Qin Yuchen: "Alright."

Blood Shadow was dead, they all knew the old master's illness had almost no hope.

After sending off Qin Hanyue, Qin Yuchen went upstairs, holding the handwritten account number, looking at it for a long time.

How much should he send?

His life was worth however much money, of course, but she was still a student. Giving too much at once might shock or even backfire on her.

After all, no matter how bold, she was still a teenage student.

One billion? Eight hundred million? She probably couldn't handle that amount.

Qiao Ying woke up after a good sleep, went for her usual morning run, then left holding her schoolbag.

Qiao Yi was waiting for her at the door.

"Here." Qiao Yi handed her 50 yuan.

Qiao Ying raised her eyebrows, didn't take it, just looked at him questioningly.

"Your meal card has no money left, right." Qiao Yi said.

Qiao Ying thought for a moment, took it, and looking at the 50 yuan in her hand, she genuinely wanted to laugh. She, as Blood Shadow, had everything she asked for, spending money frivolously without a care. Yet now she had to rely on her cheap little brother's 50 yuan to get by.

Qiao Ying: "Where did you get this?"

Qiao Yi: "I told mom my meal card had no money."

Qiao Ying: "She gave it to me, then what about you?"

Qiao Yi: "There's still 20 yuan left on my card."

Qiao Ying shouldered her schoolbag, hands in her uniform pockets, and followed Qiao Yi, asking: "How did you know my meal card was out of money?"

"Usually you ask mom for money to recharge once a week, but it's been over a week since the last time." Qiao Yi said.

Qiao Ying didn't say anything, just looked down at Qiao Yi's worn-out sneakers and thought, this cheap little brother really wasn't bad.

At No. 7 High School - Ye Jingning stood upstairs, watching the leisurely Qiao Ying below heading to school, a sinister light flashing in her eyes.

"Are the people ready?" Ye Jingning asked the little follower next to her.

"Don't worry, this fat bitch will know the consequences of offending us by tonight." The drenched little follower said viciously, already looking forward to seeing Qiao Ying get taught a lesson and beg for mercy on her knees.

"Hmph." Ye Jingning hugged herself and let out a cold snort. This fat bitch, looking to die for daring to scare her.