Chapter 683: Master Hou Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall
Chapter 683: Our Brotherly Bond Ends Here
Qin Shi Group, Chairman's Office.
The long-haired beauty leaning on the door frame of the lounge lazily asked, "Calling Qin Ruan?"
"Yes," Qin Jingcen replied without even looking up, his tone cold.
He picked up the documents on the table and casually flipped through them.
The person on the other end asked again, "Did she find anything?"
"She didn't find anything. Don't worry, your identity hasn't been exposed yet," Qin Jingcen's voice lowered, clearly in a bad mood.
"That's good!"
Hu Yiyuan smirked.
If Qin Ruan were here, she would find that the current Hu Yiyuan's facial features were far from ordinary.
He had a tall figure, and his long hair cascaded gracefully on his body like fine silk, reaching down to his waist.
His narrow eyes exuded a bewitching charm, captivating with their alluring glimmer.
The slight upward tilt at the corners of his eyes added to his captivating charm.
His sunny and mesmerizing aura made him breathtakingly beautiful.
This beauty had no trace of femininity; it was rather masculine.
Hearing Hu Yiyuan's sigh of relief, Qin Jingcen's mood worsened.
His lips tightened as he recalled the scene from last night.
Yesterday, due to a substantial business deal, he stayed late at the company. When he was about to leave, he received a call from Hu Yiyuan.
Hu Yiyuan said that he had something important to discuss and wanted to find a quiet place to talk.
Feeling exhausted from the day's work, Qin Jingcen refused to go out and asked Hu Yiyuan to come directly to the company.
After waiting for about half an hour, it wasn't Hu Yiyuan who arrived, but his cousin, Ah Yan.
She had alluring eyes and a flawlessly exquisite face that radiated a brilliant smile.
Her attire was somewhat neutral, probably due to hurrying, and her long hair was messily scattered, reaching down to her waist.
That long hair had been touched countless times by Qin Jingcen. He was even more accustomed to taking care of it than the person herself.
To talk about knowing Ah Yan, it was through Hu Yiyuan during their university days.
Ah Yan came to the campus to find her cousin.
The young girl was wearing Hu Yiyuan's clothes and sitting on the dormitory bed.
At that time, he thought Ah Yan was Hu Yiyuan's girlfriend.
It wasn't until she softly and tenderly told him that she was Hu Yiyuan's cousin that he realized the truth.
Speaking of this cousin Ah Yan, she always appeared mysteriously, and her behavior was quite peculiar at times.
Her long hair, which was dense even in hot weather, looked hot and uncomfortable.
Hu Yiyuan couldn't reach her sometimes, and Qin Jingcen learned that she couldn't comb her own hair. He took the initiative to help her, realizing that her mesmerizing eyes bore a striking resemblance to Hu Yiyuan's.
From then on, he got used to taking care of her hair whenever she appeared.
However, there was one strange thing.
Every time Ah Yan appeared, Hu Yiyuan's would disappear.
This situation persisted until they graduated from university, and Qin Jingcen still hadn't figured out what was going on.
After graduating from university, he and Hu Yiyan went their separate ways and didn't meet as frequently as they did in school.
Seeing Ah Yan in the company, Qin Jingcen's heart felt somewhat complicated.
This young girl remained unchanged, still so beautiful, exuding a wild allure that was hard to resist.
He thought about the many years since they last saw each other.
However, when Ah Yan spoke, Qin Jingcen was dumbfounded.
"Jingcen, I accidentally transformed in an emotionally charged state tonight. It seems like Qin Ruan discovered it. Can you help me find out?" Ah Yan spoke softly and tenderly, her crescent-shaped eyes shining beautifully.
Then Hu Yiyuan confessed everything...
Ah Yan and Yiyuan were the same person!
"Bang!"
The documents in Qin Jingcen's hand were slammed onto the table.
His beautifully gentle face turned cold, and he stared at Hu Yiyuan with a stern look. "How much have you been hiding from me?"
Hu Yiyuan let out a dry laugh. "This time, nothing more."
"You said the same last time!"
Qin Jingcen stood up and walked toward Hu Yiyuan, his imposing aura overwhelming, and his whole body exuding a gloomy atmosphere.
Hu Yiyuan noticed the bad situation and tried to slip into the lounge.
However, before he could take two steps, his long hair was grabbed from behind.
Hu Yiyuan exclaimed, "Ouch! Jingcen, let go! It hurts!"
Qin Jingcen held onto his hair and pulled him closer.
His cold voice came from behind, "Yiyuan, I've told you before, don't lie to me."
Hu Yiyuan was sweating, remembering the pain he suffered in the Qin family and how Su Shuang had beaten him. It even made his face pale.
"Is this a special case?" Qin Jingcen sneered.
He toyed with Hu Yiyuan's hair that he had become accustomed to managing and said sarcastically, "Cousin, Ah Yan? You have so many identities."
His voice didn't fluctuate much, but the dangerous aura enveloped them.
Hu Yiyuan's mind raced at a fast pace, trying to come up with a countermeasure.
Qin Jingcen didn't give him a chance and pushed him into the lounge, ready to settle the score.
"Bang!"
The door was closed from the inside, and Hu Yiyuan's pitiful cries echoed from inside the room.
"Qin Jingcen, you're going too far! I accidentally exposed my identity when I transformed last night in front of Qin Ruan. Now, you're even beating me up!" Hu Yiyuan's voice echoed from inside the room.
"Qin Jingcen, you are so heartless! I need comforting!"
Qin Jingcen coldly responded, "Indeed, I'm shocked by your deception and infuriated by your attempt to impersonate your cousin Ah Yan. I spent considerable effort last time to deceive Qin Ruan with your made-up story. Yiyuan, our brotherly bond ends here."
Hu Yiyuan was lying on the ground, disbelieving, as he looked up to see Qin Jingcen's cold and solemn face.
"You... Are you cutting ties with me?!"
Qin Jingcen's expression remained emotionless as he uttered a straightforward statement, "Whether it's Hu Yiyuan or your so-called cousin Ah Yan, both of you will disappear from my world."
His gaze was serious, his jaw tense, and his face was serious enough to send shivers down one's spine.
"Are you serious?" Hu Yiyuan was taken aback.
With a cold hum, Qin Jingcen took out a wooden hairpin from his pocket and walked behind Hu Yiyuan.
He lifted Hu Yiyuan's silky long hair and expertly combed it with his fingers.
"It's lunchtime now, and most of the company employees should be at the cafeteria. There may be a few people still working in their offices. If you go out like this, you'll become
a laughingstock."
Hu Yiyuan threatened, "Laugh at me? I'll eat them!"
Qin Jingcen didn't say anything. He skillfully
tidied up Hu Yiyuan's long hair, securing it with the wooden hairpin.
Even without seeing Hu Yiyuan's face, he could imagine his extraordinary appearance.
Qin Jingcen's deep eyes, like an ancient pool, stood behind Hu Yiyuan, looking at his somewhat slender figure. A playful smile appeared on his lips.
He pushed Hu Yiyuan's shoulder, his voice slightly cold, "Let's go."
Hu Yiyuan clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes flickered with a chilling light.
He still couldn't accept it, "Jingcen, is this necessary to make such a big fuss?"
With a sigh, Qin Jingcen touched his forehead. His voice was tinged with hurt and a touch of pampering. "I told you before, I hate being deceived."
"Fine, fine!"
Hu Yiyuan's eyes widened in disbelief as he turned around to see Qin Jingcen's sad and heavy expression.
"You, you must like Ah Yan, right?"
Qin Jingcen's emotionless gaze shifted to him, and a hint of mockery appeared on his face. "Liking her after not seeing her for so many years? That's ridiculous!"
"Oh..." Hu Yiyuan's disappointment showed on his face. "Then you just find me repulsive."
"Yes, I find you very repulsive," Qin Jingcen stated plainly.
Hu Yiyuan turned away, trying to hide his emotions. "Then you must be repulsed by me because of her."
"Hmm, very repulsed," Qin Jingcen's voice was calm, devoid of any emotion.
He turned and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window, leaning against it with one hand, exuding a spoiled and coquettish atmosphere, as if saying, "I'm hurt, I need comfort."
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