C30 Su Shui Not Returning for the Night

Yi Ningxiu drove Su Qingqing back to the hotel. As she got off the car, Su Qingqing put her arm around his shoulders and intimately kissed him. "What did Mo Ling take you out to say?"

"Nothing."

Su Qingqing saw that he didn't want to say anything, so she didn't force him. She only used her hand to caress his shoulder as she sighed, "I'm free tonight …"

After Mo Qingqing finished his speech, Yi Ningxiu was a little upset. He didn't show it on his face, but he wasn't in the mood to waste time with Su Qingqing either. He just said lightly, "I'm going back."

It was the first time Su Qingqing had been rejected by a man. However, that man was Yi Ningxiu, so she could only smile. "Then tomorrow …"

"I want a meeting."

"…" Su Qingqing had been taken aback by his sudden action.

In her memory, Yi Ningxiu had never used this tone to talk to her before.

That cold and impatient tone...

"Then wait until you're free." She quickly smiled and let go of Yi Ningxiu. She got into the car and left without looking back.

She stared at the man's sports car and bit her lip.

Yi Ningxiu...

This was getting more and more out of hand.

Why?

Was it really because of Su Qian?

Inexplicably, she, who always had victory in her grasp, felt a little flustered.

Things seemed to be moving towards an uncontrollable direction. While she was gone, what had happened?

Yi Ningxiu returned to the house and the maid came to take his coat and tie. The man pushed her hand away.

His expression was a little cold, and the maid didn't dare to do anything else. The man's figure quickly disappeared on the stairs, and the maids looked at each other — their young master had eaten explosives today?

Yi Ningxiu pushed open the bedroom door. The room was empty.

He frowned and opened the bathroom door again — it was also empty.

He raised his head and looked at the clock. The needle pointed to twelve o'clock. Su Qian had not returned.

By the time he realized this reality, the irritation in his heart had already reached its peak. Even a cold bath would not be able to dispel the anxiety and restlessness in his heart.

That night, he had a dream.

"..."

This was a rainy day. Su Qian was sitting on the ground crying.

She had tripped over the string that Mo Yu and Mo Ling had propped up. The books in her bag were scattered all over the place, and her hands were bruised. She looked even more like a mud-covered monkey now.

Mo Ling and Mo Ling were still rascals at that time, but now there was someone in their circle who looked terrible and was at the same age as Mo Ling, so he wanted to bully her.

Seeing that their prank had succeeded, Mo Ling and Mo Yu put their hands on each other's shoulders and laughed maniacally.

The surrounding people were all students, and seeing that Su Qian had fallen on the ground, no one went to help him. The security guards saw that the one bullying him was the two young masters of the Mo Clan, so they did not dare to do anything.

What was he doing then?

Yi Ningxiu saw herself walking out of the school with an umbrella and Su Qingqing in her school uniform beside her. She walked past Su Qingqing coldly without giving her any alms.

Even Su Qingqing didn't seem to notice that the person on the ground was her older sister. She followed him, talking and laughing.

The dirty Su Qian was left alone crying on the ground by the two of them.

"..."

He woke up with an indescribable anxiety in his chest.

He looked at the pointer — 3.25.

Su Qian hadn't returned for the entire night.