Nangong Yaoling nodded.
For so reason, a trace of disappointnt flashed in his eyes.
"Alright, let’s eat." He said with a faint smile.
Outside the window, soone started to set off fireworks.
Nangong Yaoling looked outside, and the girls passing by couldn’t help but scream.
Jiang Xue seed not to notice and continued eating.
He suddenly rembered that ti on the yacht when he celebrated Xia Xiaonuan’s birthday.
He would never forget how excited Xia Xiaonuan looked when she saw the fireworks.
It was really cute.
A trace of softness flashed in Nangong Yaoling’s eyes.
"They’re setting off fireworks outside, do you want to take a look?" Nangong Yaoling asked as he looked at Jiang Xue.
"No, there’s nothing worth seeing. Those people are so noisy." Jiang Xue glanced outside with contempt in her eyes.
Nangong Yaoling smiled and said nothing more.
...
Back ho, the whole house was left with only one person.
Nangong Yaoling looked at the Christmas tree inside.
He walked to the Christmas tree and picked up a Santa Claus ornant from it.
In his mind, that night fifteen years ago erged.
"Mr. Cheng, you’re hurt, and there are many people chasing us..." The young Nangong Yaoling didn’t yet understand the dark sides of business, how to be a dominant force ant crushing nurous enterprises and climbing up step by step over countless corpses.
At that ti, the Nangong Empire was just preparing to establish a new industrial chain dostically, thus offending many enemies.
At that ti, he was on vacation, had returned from the United States, and his grandfather asked him to learn from Mr. An.
Only, that night they t clients at the hotel, and then more than a dozen people ca at them with knives.
The bodyguards rushed forward, while the acting dostic director Mr. An Zongcheng took him into the car and told the driver to drive away.
However, so sharp-eyed ones chased after them.
At that ti, several cars chased them, and their car was forced into an alley.
Two bodyguards rushed forward, Mr. An Zongcheng led him inside, Mr. An’s shoulder got slashed, and he pulled him along as they ran, the hot blood from his hand flowing into his palm.
Nangong Yaoling was only fifteen years old then.
Mr. An hid him in a garbage bin and told him not to co out.
Mr. An ran to the other side, but got caught, and was hacked to death with multiple knives on the spot.
Nangong Yaoling would never forget Mr. An’s screams at the ti, under the dim streetlight next to the stinking garbage bin, he pinched his nose, knowing he couldn’t go out, if he did, he’d end up like Mr. An.
However, he was too scared, his body uncontrollably shivering, a burly man chasing from this side found him and yanked him up with a knife in hand.
He kicked that man hard in the leg, still clutching a brick and smashed it onto the man’s head.
The man didn’t expect such ferocity from a scared boy, stunned for a mont. Blood flowed from his head, he yelled and chased after.
Nangong Yaoling ran for his life, but was caught after a few steps.
The man, with his face covered in blood, grabbed him and kicked him wildly; the man was tall and strong, and since Nangong Yaoling had exhausted himself from running, he soon collapsed beaten.
"Brat, so you’re the future heir of the Nangong Empire? Your little life is worth a fortune, enough for to enjoy for lifetis! Today, it’s your death day. Don’t bla !"
He felt himself about to pass out, his mouth filled with blood, his vision blurred, he watched the man raise an iron rod to smash his head, he closed his eyes but suddenly heard a woman’s voice shouting from afar.
User Comments
0 comments from readers