The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

"His name is Qi Chensheng."

"It's the second young master of Yunchuan Qi's family."

"You have to get close to him, attract him, make him crazy about you, and his desire for your love...death."

Whispering like a ghost, Wang Luan was pulled back many years ago, in that big room covered with black curtains, the dim candlelight shone on the wooden table, and one hand pushed the black and white photo in front of him.

Wang Luan lowered his head, the photo in his dream was blurry, but the hand pressing the photo was as clear as he remembered—the thumb and little finger were broken at the same root, and the middle finger was missing half, but it was covered with gold. The finished finger has a "Wang" character engraved on the fingertip.

"And then..." Then Wang Luan heard his own voice in the dream again, with doubts, explorations and unspeakable fear.

"Then?" The man sitting opposite him laughed a few times, as if coming from a terrifying abyss: "Then...of course there are arrangements..."

Wang Luan suddenly woke up from the old dream, unknowingly already covered in cold sweat, but before he could recover, the spring thunder outside the window made him tremble slightly and cough violently.

It was also at this time that Wang Luan finally remembered where he was at the moment.

Qi Chensheng...

Qi Chensheng took him away from the Laosheng teahouse, and came to this two-story red brick house.

Wang Luan couldn't remember what happened next, he seemed to have been fed some kind of potion, it was cool at first and then scorching hot, making him even more drowsy.

In intermittent consciousness, he felt a pair of hands holding his body into the water.

The slightly cool water relieved the scorching heat, causing him to murmur in a low voice, and then more water splashes were stirred up, and those hands also slowly and inch by inch across his body, with the gentlest caress, to cleanse his body. covered with dust, and then wrapped in soft silk...

When you wake up again, it's time.

Wang Luan managed to stop his coughing, panting lightly and lay down on the crimson velvet blanket, looking at the room in front of him.

Dark green long curtains tightly cover the windows.The Monascus willow floor is smooth and clean, and there is a thick textured carpet around the carved teak bed.On one side stood a tall chest of drawers with handles of polished brass.

Although it is already May, there is still a fire burning in the fireplace not far away, with just the right amount of warmth.

This is a luxurious and comfortable bedroom, and it is also an exquisite birdcage. Wang Luan's eyes were scattered, but he didn't know whether to stay or escape again.

His acquaintance with Qi Chensheng was originally a scam.

A hundred years ago, the Wang family was considered one of the most famous families in Qincheng, but even though Wang Luan also had the character "Wang", their ancestors were only servants of the Wang family who sold themselves for generations.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the Wang family also gradually declined, and the head of the family, Wang Mingsheng, had a bad idea. He picked out a lot of good-looking and young servants from the family's servants, secretly raised them, and taught all kinds of inhumane servants. By means of this method, and then mixed into the marketplace, to be a commercial spy.Using his family as a coercion, he did all the shady activities for the Wang family.

Wang Luan was one of them. They didn't even have a name, they were just ranked according to their age. When he was ranked ninth, he was called Wang Jiulang.

But what is strange is that Wang Mingsheng managed to raise Wang Jiu, and never let him do any trading of flesh and blood.

When the companions saw this, they were very envious, it was only because of his good appearance that Mr. Wang couldn't bear it, and wanted to keep him for his own use.

But Wang Jiu knew that things were not that simple.

Under the reflection of the fire, he slowly unbuttoned the neckline of the silk pajamas, and on his thin but still fair skin, a canary bird stood out.

It is only a little bigger than the belly of a thumb, but the hairs are clear and lifelike. If others look at it, they must praise the good craftsmanship of the tattoo master.

But for Wang Jiu, it is not just a tattoo engraved on the skin, but the beginning of a nightmare.

It was because of it that Wang Mingsheng ordered him to get close to Qi Chensheng, and it was also because of it that Wang Mingsheng was sure that he would win Qi Chensheng's crush...

Wang Luan's eyes reflected the flames burning in the fireplace, and he was trapped in memories and couldn't break free.

However, at this moment, behind the piano on the west side of the room, a small door was pushed open.

Wang Luan's thoughts slowly came back, he hurriedly pulled up the neckline of his pajamas again, and lay down on the dark red velvet blanket, listening to the rustling footsteps from far to near——

There was a heavy sinking feeling from the side of the bed, and someone hugged his body from behind.

"...You're here." Wang Luan propped himself up slightly, he knew that the only person who could come here at this moment was Qi Chensheng.

"Yes, I'm here." Qi Chensheng tightened his arms a little bit, leaned forward to get close to Wang Luan's neck, and smelled a faint sandalwood in his nose.

This is Wang Luan's most commonly used fragrance three years ago, and he re-dye Wang Luan's body in the bathtub in the evening.

Qi Chensheng had to admit that even after experiencing such deep-seated deception and betrayal, he still couldn't let go of this deep infatuation.Caught off guard, with force, he turned Wang Luan's body to him, and then pressed into the soft dark red.

Wang Luan didn't expect Qi Chensheng's actions, but he didn't struggle because of surprise, he just coughed lowly, but his eyes were no longer covered to look at Qi Chensheng's face.

The deep and ferocious scar ran through Qi Chensheng's right eye from top to bottom, and it was drawn by him himself.

Wang Luan slowly raised his hand, and when his thin fingertips were about to touch the scar, Qi Chensheng held it firmly.

Feeling the pain from his hand, Wang Luan lowered his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Shen Sheng, do you hate me?"

"Hate?" Qi Chensheng seemed to have heard a huge joke, lowered his head on Wang Luan's shoulder, and laughed wantonly and madly.

"It's my own absurdity to exchange 300 million silver dollars for waste paper."

"The 28 shops in Qincheng were burned to a handful of ashes, and I never blinked."

"But only this last knife, Brother Jiu, this last knife was stabbed by you yourself."

"Ninth brother, do you think I should hate you?"

Wang Luan trembled all over, closed his eyes tightly, his chest seemed to be torn in severe pain, as if he was about to choke on blood.He tried his best to suppress it, but he still couldn't stop coughing and panting. After a while, he murmured reluctantly: "You should hate me."

But as soon as the words fell, he felt the pain of biting on the side of his neck.

Qi Chensheng clasped Wang Luan's waist tightly, and kissed him fiercely, leaving traces like bloodstains on the pale skin.

Wang Luan wanted to struggle subconsciously, but when he pushed Qi Chensheng's shoulder with his hands, he lost his strength and fell down hopelessly.

Qi Chensheng should hate him, all of this is what he deserves.

Just when Wang Luan thought that a more brutal invasion would come, Qi Chensheng suddenly stopped.

His blind gray eyes were almost flushed red, his hands were still tightly clasped on Wang Luan's waist, Wang Luan even felt his anger, but Qi Chensheng still stopped like this.

The loose neckline of the pajamas spread apart with the movement of the two just now, and the tattoo of the bird was exposed between the two of them.

"Shen Sheng!" Wang Luan hurriedly covered his neckline with his hands, but Qi Chensheng still got up abruptly, opening the distance between them.

Obviously the flame in the fireplace was still strong, but at that moment, Wang Luan felt the bone-chilling cold.

I don't know how long it took, but Qi Chensheng's expression seemed to have returned to gloomy and calm again. He slowly bent down, and covered Wang Luan's body with the blanket that had just been messily piled aside just now, but he never looked at Wang Luan. Luan's face: "Brother Jiu, take a good rest."

When you're done, leave.

Wang Luan didn't know what kind of thought came to him in an instant, and at the moment Qi Chensheng turned around, he stretched out his hand and grabbed his sleeve.

Qi Chensheng stopped in his footsteps, he didn't seem to have thought that Wang Luan would do this.

However, Wang Luan just maintained this kind of movement, and his mind, which was already extremely chaotic, seemed to be fueled by another fire at this moment, which burned his heart even more painfully.

He suddenly didn't know what he was trying to do to keep Qi Chensheng by grabbing Qi Chensheng like this at this moment.

It's a pity that Qi Chensheng didn't give him any more time to hesitate, he didn't even turn around, but just repeated lightly: "Ninth brother, take a good rest."

In the end, he left.

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After leaving the bedroom, Qi Chensheng walked into the study without saying a word, and tapped on the slender gentleman's stick in his hand, revealing that the master's mood was uncertain at the moment.

The young secretary, He Chengdong, stood outside the study, and after listening to the movement inside, he boldly knocked on the door of the study.

"Come in." Qi Chensheng leaned against the window, looked out the window with long eyes, and said without emotion.

He Chengdong is the secretary who has been beside Qi Chensheng for the longest time in the past few years, but he still dare not admit that he can feel the temper of the second young master Qi in front of him.

He heard about the old Shengpai teahouse in the afternoon, so he behaved more cautiously at this moment, opened the door carefully, held the leather notebook with notes in his hand, and said respectfully: "Second young master, what do you have to say?"

Qi Chensheng tapped his cane intentionally or unintentionally, frowned and said: "Tomorrow morning, go to Sanqiao Lane and invite the shopkeeper of Huichuntang to come. It doesn't have to be too early, just after ten o'clock."

He Chengdong was slightly taken aback, covering up with the notepad in his hand, and looked at his boss.

In Yunchuan City, in recent years, no one knows the prestige of Qi Ershao.

Among them, the most spread is that he is ruthless in both business and business, and he seems to be born with madness in his bones.

It is precisely because of his current crazy reputation that many people have forgotten that five years ago, the second young master of the Qi family was struggling when he returned from Qincheng.

At that time, Qi Chensheng almost became the laughing stock of the entire Qi family.All kinds of news spread wildly, and it sounds better to say that the second young master insisted on going his own way, insisting on learning some Western stuff, and lost all his money and was beaten back.

The ugly ones say, how did the second young master go to learn things? He clearly used the family background left by his deceased mother to go out and play with men, and in the end he was cheated out of his money, and even lost one eye...

These words and every sentence pierced his spine. He Chengdong once had no doubt that Qi Ershao, who was only 19 years old, would never even think about raising his head in front of others in his life.

Unexpectedly, just a few days later, Qi Chensheng, whose face was still wrapped in gauze, knocked on the door of his elder brother's room despite the rumors.

No one knew what he had said to Qi Mojun, the young master of the Qi family that day, but on the second day, Qi Peijun gave Qi Chensheng a textile factory under his name that had extremely poor returns.

And Qi Chensheng, relying on this textile factory that is dispensable to the Qi family, spent five years running around, working hard and staying awake at night, putting his flesh and blood to pieces, and being extremely cruel to others and himself Only then did the second young master of the Qi family and today's Suhua Textile come into existence.

But even though Qi Ershao's behavior on weekdays is quite crazy, but like this afternoon, it is unheard of to rob people in the street.

Could it be——He Chengdong recalled the rumors three years ago, could it be that the man the second young master snatched back today was the one from Qin Cheng five years ago.But if this is the case, according to the temperament of the second young master, even if he hates him, he should hate him to death, so why should he invite a doctor?

No matter how he guessed in his heart, He Chengdong still responded dutifully: "Okay, Second Young Master."

"Also," Qi Chensheng said again suddenly, but his eyes were still looking out of the window: "From the Villette clinic on Huayuan Street, invite Dr. Andres."

He Chengdong paused again, and still replied: "Yes."