C3 An Unforgettable Coming of Age Ceremony

Su Qian trembled as she walked towards the two figures who were hugging each other.

Fear, despair, it was as if the blood from her parents' bodies had seeped into her limbs and bones.

With each step, it became so difficult for her to walk in front of the two bodies. Her arms suddenly tightened, and before she could cry out in alarm, she was pulled into a broad and warm chest.

Su Qian raised her head from her tears. It was a man. Blood blurred his face, and only his eyes could be seen, as deep as a thousand-year-old ebony.

His chest was rising and falling violently.

Su Qian noticed that his chest was injured, and blood was constantly flowing out of the wound.

"Ah!"

Su Qian screamed in fear, but her scream was held back by a pair of hands.

Above her head, the man's voice was suppressed and low: "If you don't want to die, don't make a sound."

Su Qian's tears slid into the man's fingers.

The smell of blood filled her nostrils.

She could only nod stiffly. Her instinct to survive made her not dare to resist in the slightest.

It seemed that someone was walking in the room.

The man carried Su Qian and held her tightly in his arms. In a guard's posture, Su Qian could see his eyes when she turned her head to the side. They were sharp and cold like a wounded cheetah, ready to use the last bit of strength to bite off the enemy's throat.

She didn't even dare to breathe too loudly. Looking at her parents who had obviously been killed not far away, she couldn't help but shed tears. She could only cover her mouth tightly to prevent herself from crying.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, as if they were right above her head.

Death, she was definitely going to die too.

"Stay here and don't move. I'll come back to look for you."

"Where are you going?"

Just like a little beast struggling in the turbulence, the only person Su Qian could rely on now was the man in front of her.

She tightly grabbed onto the man's sleeve, and the man's large palm suddenly gently caressed her long hair: "Su Qian, I won't let you die."

Su Qian's hand was empty, and a black coat covered her.

The room fell into chaos. There were gunshots and screams of pain.

Su Qian covered her ears tightly.

That night, Su Qian had a narrow escape from death.

That night, the failed confession, as well as Zhang Yi's humiliation, had all turned into a trivial matter like dust.

That night, the Su family was annihilated and Su Qian became an orphan.

Five years later.

Jinzhou City.

In the evening, at the peak of work.

The lights were on and the traffic was heavy.

She stood in front of the big glass window of Wang Jian's private club and looked out the window. This city was once familiar to Su Qian. She had lived here for eighteen years.

If it wasn't for that accident, she might have graduated from college like any other innocent high school student in this city, entered a good university, and returned to this city to work hard.

And now that her life was so peaceful, it was like two parallel lines that would never intersect.

Looking at herself in the floor-to-ceiling glass window, she was wearing a blue velvet low-cut dress, which outlined her beautiful figure and made her even more charming and charming.

The sapphire necklace around her neck seemed to add a bit of nobility to it.

A bright red lipstick, enchanting and sexy, yet carrying a bit of bloodthirstiness and killing intent.

She was here to hunt today, and her prey was the man who was surrounding her from the window behind.

It was Wang Jian, the chairman of the Yang Construction Group.

Jinzhou City had been the most successful in the past twenty years.

He had successfully transformed from an unknown nobody into the current CEO of the Yang Group that everyone fawned on.