Passionate Devotion

Chapter 392



392 Acceptance, one more family (9)

Leng Yejin nodded and checked his e-mail. He swiped his finger across the screen and hesitated for a long time before he sent the e-mail to two people, a man and a woman.

Secretary Yu handed over another document. “This is the investigation report on GAY people in the past few days, as well as the original recording obtained after the analysis of the recording. And that little bottom of yours …”

Before he could finish his sentence, Leng Yejin’s aura suddenly turned cold.

it’s confirmed that it’s Xu Qian’s alternate account, ” Secretary Yu continued in a low voice.

Leng Yejin flipped through the investigation report. He had a rough idea of what was going on. He then tossed the report back to Secretary Yu.

In the women’s dressing room opposite Leng Yejin’s room, Xu Ying also pushed open the balcony door. On the lawn downstairs, many luxury cars drove past. She clenched her fists and turned to look at the man who was leisurely on the phone on the other balcony. She gritted her teeth. What should she do?

She heard that a large number of protestors had gathered outside the hotel. Even so, the engagement party was still held as usual. If this went on, she was really afraid that Leng Yejin would kill her.

Xu Ying was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. She lifted her skirt and turned around in big steps. She found Leng Yerong, who was busy entertaining guests on the lawn downstairs. The tip of her nose was unusually sore. He was so elegant and had a superior temperament, but she was about to miss him.

Xu Ying gathered her courage and strode towards him. Every step was like stepping on her heart. When she was in front of him, her voice was low and complicated.

“Brother Rong, can I speak to you in private?”

Leng Yerong lowered his head and looked at her drooping eyelashes. He had a feeling that she might break down or explode in the next moment. He remained silent and did not speak.

His silence was exchanged with Xu Ying’s disappointment. She bit her lip so hard that it almost formed a white line.

“I’m sorry, I understand.” Xu Ying turned around, and her tears fell.

She strode forward, wishing for a storm to fall from the gloomy weather. Perhaps it would be able to extinguish the pain in her heart.

She sniffed hard and raised her head to stop more tears from falling. As a girl of the Xu family, she had enjoyed the glory and wealth that others could not enjoy since she was a child. Now, she had to sacrifice herself for the family. God was fair to everyone. Otherwise, why was she a happy little princess that others were born with?

However, if she had to pay the price of a lifetime of happiness, she would rather be a child of an ordinary family and be free to fall in love and pursue the person she wanted.

She walked faster and faster, looking extremely embarrassed. Her high heels stepped on the soft grass, but she suddenly staggered. The next moment, a strong arm suddenly caught her slanted body. She tilted her head and saw who it was.

In her heart, she couldn’t bring herself to be surprised, so she shook him off with all her might.

“Thank you!” These two words were said with great emphasis, 70% resentment, 30% hatred.

She hated this man. His heart was as hard as iron. Could he not tell that she liked him in her heart? Why had he never been willing to give her any response? Was she that bad? Did he not like her at all? Since he was so unapproachable, why should he help her?

Besides, what was the point of helping her if she fell? Her life was about to fall, why didn’t he give her a hand?

Leng Yerong furrowed his brows and an undetectable heartache flashed in his eyes. “Be careful when you walk.”

“You don’t need to care.” She was angry. I deserve to fall to my death. No one cares about me anyway!

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