C2 Honorable Man

Calming herself down, she looked at the four people in front of her and said, "Thank you. Thank you."

The four bodyguards immediately turned to the side in a well-trained manner. The leader of the bodyguards extended an invitation to her, "Miss, my master wants to see you. I'll have to trouble you to make a trip."

The girl pursed her lips and looked in the direction he pointed.

It was a car that looked very respectable, and there must be someone very respectable sitting on it.

Naturally, she would not go. "I'm sorry, I'm just an ordinary university student, I …"

As he was speaking, the passenger door opened and a burly man in a black cashmere suit walked over, flying through the snow.

His temperament was outstanding and courteous. "Miss, we do not have any ill intentions. We just want to talk to you about your background."

"My, my past?" The girl hesitated and finally nodded.

The car door opened.

The warm air inside caused her to heave a sigh of relief. The bright silver roof lights covered everything within the room.

The girl looked at the car and saw a young man sitting on the seat of honor, his elbows on the bar, a bottle of brandy in front of him, and a delicate crystal glass half empty.

He narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze over her face. He pointed to the soft sofa opposite the bar and said, "Sit."

She went over.

When she sat down opposite him, her expression was calm and fearless, but her straight back and the quiet, clasped hands betrayed her uneasiness.

He raised his eyes and sized up the man in front of him very seriously.

The word "stunning" made him pale and weak. His appearance was the same as his clothes and car.

The man tapped the cup lightly with his finger, but his gaze didn't stay on her face, as if he was thinking about something else.

However, it was this absent-mindedness that created an atmosphere that made the girl feel even more stifled.

She mustered her courage and asked, "Sir, are you looking for me?"

The man picked up the wine cup and drank all of the liquid inside in one gulp. He then pushed the crystal cup to the side and said, "Yes."

He took the documents from the passenger and handed them to her, "Qin Congcong, 19 years old, grew up in the B City orphanage and refused to be adopted by any family. After that, because of her excellent results, Colombia threw you an olive branch that you can't take."

She did not look at the information he had pushed her over. She took a deep breath.

The man smiled. "Half a year ago, you accidentally dropped during the school's rock climbing program. When you woke up, did you lose all your memories?"

She still nodded. "Yes."

Her deep and unfathomable eyes met with hers that was easy to understand.

When he was in his mother's womb, he had already mastered the term 'scheming'. But now, in this pair of clear eyes, he couldn't see anything strange.

He sat back down at last, lazily leaned on the sofa and muttered to himself, "Your father and I are good friends, his subordinates found out that you are here, your DNA data center also provided your father, and they know that you are studying in New York, and I happen to be in New York as well. Thus, he asked me to bring you home."

Only then did the girl move her body, taking the stack of documents in front of her and reading it carefully.

The things on it were exactly the same as the man's.

Her current condition was that of a helpless little girl, not worth so many wealthy people faking for her.