Chapter 100: The Little Girl Is Quite Wild

 Chapter 100: The Little Girl is Quite Wild

Suddenly, Rong Jing's breath stopped, mechanically nodded, and couldn't help but say, "You are very beautiful."

Qin Ruan's expression was momentarily stunned, but she quickly returned to her normal self and smiled as she thanked him, "Thank you."

After speaking, she turned around and left.

"Hey, wait—"

Ignoring his elderly father who had just been in a car accident, Rong Jing took a step forward and jumped off the ambulance to chase after Qin Ruan.

"You little brat, come back here!"

As soon as Rong Changting saw his son's behavior, he knew it was his old problem acting up again and angrily called for someone to stop him.

But Rong Jing, who was captivated by Qin Ruan's beauty, paid no attention to his father's words.

If Rong Changting's injuries were more serious, he might not have had the inclination to deal with girls, but Qin Ruan's words just now were ambiguous and made his heart race. He had to stop her and get some clarity.

When Qin Ruan heard the commotion behind her, she stopped and turned around.

Rong Jing rushed up to her and grabbed her sleeve, "What did you mean by what you just said? What do you mean by our fates being intertwined? Could it be that you are my destined partner? In that case, shouldn't we communicate more!"

"I may not seem reliable on a regular basis, but when it comes to marriage, I am very loyal. You just met my father, and he never interferes in my affairs. As long as it's someone I've decided on, he will never stop me..."

The two struggled and tugged at each other, falling into the gaze of two pairs of eyes sitting in the back seat of a black car not far away.

"It's this stinky brat again!"

Hou Yirong sat in the car, sneering.

His gaze was heavy, staring at the hand that Rong Jing was using to tug at Qin Ruan's sleeve, looking as sharp as a blade.

Beside him, Hou Yunjiao pursed his thin lips, his cold eyes deep and profound like an ancient abyss, with hidden waves surging underneath.

He leaned back against the seat, his posture relaxed and elegant, emitting an invisible aura of intimidation.

"Do you know him?" His voice was round and pleasant to the ear.

The tone was calm, but the innate indifference emanating from within suffocated the air in the compartment.

Hou Yirong chuckled softly, "I know him. During this period of time, Han Kexin's indecent photos and videos were exposed online, and his part was the most popular. The difficulty of the posture was so great, and the situation was so realistic that many people downloaded and kept it, saying that they wanted to use it for hand practice."

Hou Yunjiao muttered, "It's him."

"Third brother, this Qin family's girl is bold and ruthless, and wild." Hou Yirong stared at Qin Ruan, his eyes full of interest.

"The little girl is quite wild."

Hou Yunjiao's voice contained a faint smile.

After he returned to China, he learned that the person who was with him at the Emperial Palace Hotel that night was Qin Ruan. Everything about her was investigated in detail by the Hou family.

Including the fact that Qin Ruan was already pregnant.

She used her real ID card to go to the hospital without any deliberate cover-up. It was easy for the Hou family to find out.

Qin Ruan's retaliation against Han Kexin, all the dirt between the two, and even her close contact with Ling Xiaoxuan, the daughter of the prestigious Ling family, were all under Hou Yunjiao's control.

This included the day when they met in a hurry, and when she went to Qishan with the Ling family, he knew everything.

He didn't expect to see Qin Ruan again just one day later.

Hou Yunjiao's gaze fell on Qin Ruan, who was with another man. There was little expression on his handsome cold face, and his delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.

His feelings for her were somewhat complicated and hesitant.

She was only nineteen years old, at the age when flowers bloomed, in the most beautiful stage of her life.

There is a three-year generation gap and a five-year age gap.

The two of them were nine years apart, almost of different generations.

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