The man’s voice was deep and hoarse, yet it rang out distinctly.
The dusky twilight was rging with the night, and it seed as if he had arrived shrouded in darkness.
Clad in an imposing black, his face rarely showed any expression, making him difficult to laugh.
But if he ever slightly furrowed his brow, that too was a rare sight of defiance.
Chilly as ice, yet indifferent and composed.
"Who is this?" soone asked quietly, "Does anyone know him?"
The man seed to have stepped out of the night itself, enveloping the event in a wave of chill, instantly imparting a few degrees of cold austerity to the atmosphere of the entire scene. The innate coldness he carried as if even the winter wind would lose its color in comparison.
Especially those eyes...
So cold they seed devoid of life.
Fixating on Liang Wenzhong on the stage, his body trembling lightly, fingers twitching, "thud— "the microphone hit the ground.
The grating electric noise fizzled and crackled, instantly filling the venue, piercing everyone’s eardrums, snapping them out of their shock.
"What day is today, why has Mr. Huo arrived?"
"You’re saying this is Mr. Huo?" So in attendance had never even seen Huo Qinqi’s face.
"Are you blind? Look at his face, then look at that man’s..." Referring naturally to Huo Zheng, with few in Beijing daring to call him by na, "The Liang Family... has really done it, managing to gather the Huo Family together."
"Miss Shen must be Huo Family’s long-lost daughter, right?" Soone snickered in self-deception.
...
"Mr. Huo..." Tang Wan turned her head and looked at the man striding towards her, her heart thumping uncontrollably.
"Mr. Huo and..." Shen Zhixian glanced at Huo Qinqi, then over at Shen Shuci, who Liang Yun was shielding behind him, unsure what to say.
The last remnants of hope Jiang Jinsang had clung to were shattered with Liang Yun’s appearance, and now... were ground into dust.
"Holy shit, he’s back?" Jiang Chengsi was perhaps the most agitated.
While Jiang Jinsang observed the reactions of those around him...
Qi Zeyan was not shocked, but rather, excited, coughing twice as his eyes locked with his, "Ahem, it’s getting dark, hehe—"
Jiang Yanting was always sparing with his expressions, even when eting his gaze, there was no fluctuation.
Jiang Shiyi, on the other hand, leaned back in his seat, not even glancing his way.
Incredibly...
Flashes of too many things raced through Jiang Jinsang’s mind, realizing... so many people knew, no wonder his elder brother kept advising at ho, saying the Huo Family couldn’t possibly do such things.
...
Upon seeing Huo Qinqi, the Liang Family was already scared out of their wits.
Just in a few seconds, they thought of everything, old Mr. Liang was already so furious he was fit to burst, and now he even began to choke, breathing heavily, face ashen.
Under the gaze of the crowd...
Huo Qinqi had already made his way onto the stage.
"I thought you wouldn’t co back. Everything is almost dealt with, but you arrived just in ti, kid," Liang Yun said as he backed away upon his return.
Shen Shuci watched him approach closer.
The usual cold and grim face, yet when he looked at her, there was a hint of tenderness in those eyes. As he ca to a stop before her, his tall figure almost blocked everyone’s line of sight, and Shen Shuci didn’t know why, but her heart trembled and the tip of her nose began to feel unbearably sour...
"I’ve co back." He was very close, his voice naturally very low, audible only to the few people onstage.
The crowd below could only see the man’s stern, straight back, unable to hear what they were saying, impatient and anxious.
"Hmm." Shen Shuci groaned, surrounded by people, feeling an unexplained embarrassnt, she dared not look at him, just awkwardly looked away, while Huo Qinqi kept staring at her.
There was a mont when ti seed to stand still, and no one dared to speak...
Until Huo Zheng suddenly coughed loudly, "It’s getting dark."
Only then did Huo Qinqi turn to look at Liang Wenzhong, but with just a step towards him, Liang was already trembling all over.
His legs felt as though they were filled with lead, and he was choked with nervousness, his lips quivering, too terrified to say anything...
"Mr. Liang, please repeat what you just said. What did you call her?"
There are so people who, even without speaking, radiate a daunting presence. He and Jiang Yanting were both n of few words, but whereas Jiang Yanting’s sharpness was tempered in the world of business, his was for real, hardened through rough and tumble, battle-honed brutality—
The ferocity and intensity that flashed in his eyes were distinctly different from ordinary people.
It was that very presence, so cold and austere, rare even in the whole of Beijing.
"I..." Liang Wenzhong had been cornered and misspoke, now he didn’t even rember what he had said.
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