GBP Chapter 203 Miss Yu, did Young Master Qin teach you this move?
Chapter 203 Miss Yu, did Young Master Qin teach you this move?
Qin Reng and Yu Yuetong's fingers intertwined gently, as if they had reached some unspoken agreement, even though they both knew that this brief calm was just the prelude to a greater storm. The air inside the car subtly warmed and became intimate, even though the shadow of danger still lingered.
“Sometimes I think,” Yu Yuetong suddenly said softly, with a hint of deliberate teasing, “wouldn’t our lives be much simpler if we hadn’t swapped bodies?”
Qin Reng remained silent for a moment, his gaze fixed intently on the road ahead, as if carefully weighing her question. Finally, he simply exhaled slowly, "Perhaps it's simple, but maybe we'll miss out on a lot of things we shouldn't miss."
Yu Yuetong turned her head to look at him and found a kind of soft line on his profile that she usually easily overlooked. This man had a cold and hard exterior, but inside there was a gentleness that she had never expected, like the snow deep in the mountains that has never melted. Once the dust covering it is removed, it will eventually be difficult to hide its true and colorful colors.
The car slowly rolled through the city under the cover of night, finally coming to a stop at the entrance of a secluded alley. As soon as the engine was turned off, Qin Reng patted the back of her hand and said softly, "Want to go next door for a drink? I know they have some good sake there."
Yu Yuetong smiled, which was a tacit agreement. Although there was still some unease in her eyes, she was willing to let herself be led astray by his suggestion. Besides, she did need to clear her mind and shake off the gloom brought on by Mo Qingcheng's voice message.
The two entered the bar together. The soft lighting made them squint, and the warmth was just right. Qin Reng chose a corner away from the crowd to sit down, which allowed her to relax and comfortably lean back on the cushions.
"Things don't look good today. Is there some problem that's hard to solve?" Yu Yuetong asked in a low voice, her heart filled with concern.
He simply tilted his head slightly, gazing at her, trying to gather the tangled thoughts in his mind. "It's all over now, don't worry." His words were simple, yet contained a reassuring power.
“But Mo Qingcheng…” Yu Yuetong paused on the name, her eyes filled with doubt and a hint of anxiety, “Will he come looking for trouble again?”
A shadow crossed Qin Reng's face, but he quickly concealed it. He tightened his grip on the cup in his hand and tried to answer in a calm tone: "He won't succeed, never."
She noticed the slight tension in his jawline and sensed the genuine determination in his words. At that moment, all the past petty arguments and brief disagreements seemed to melt away in this shared understanding, replaced by mutual trust.
"Alright, I'll choose to believe you this time." Yu Yuetong sighed slightly, using a teasing tone to mask her worries.
Just then, they fell into a brief moment of peace in silence, surrounded by soft music. Leaning back on the sofa, Qin Reng stretched his slightly stiff shoulders, then stammered somewhat indistinctly, "Actually, I never thought I would meet you under these circumstances. Every day has become exceptionally special."
"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow, feigning nonchalance, a sly glint in her eyes. "You really know how to say nice things."
“It’s not just polite talk.” Qin Reng turned his head and looked at her, his tone carrying a kind of indescribable emotion. “I really think so.”
His voice was low, yet full of emotion, like a star hanging high in the sky, clear and bright. Yu Yuetong suddenly felt a nameless happiness spreading through her heart like ripples. Although a trace of unease still lurked, it became blurred by his sincerity and focus.
The lights in the bar continued to flow gently, time seemed to stand still at this moment, and even the aroma of the wine rising from the glass became slightly hazy.
In an inconspicuous little corner of this steel city, they quietly await the challenges yet to come, and together resist the unpredictable crossroads of fate.
Just as their conversation was enveloped in a relaxed atmosphere, the wind chimes at the bar entrance were suddenly turned on.
A familiar yet wary figure appeared in the dim light, then abruptly stopped.
It was Mo Qingcheng, his eyes, which seemed to seep into their very bones, peering straight in their direction.
Mo Qingcheng's leather shoes rolled over the mottled tiles, each step feeling like a blow to their taut nerves. He leaned against the bar and spoke, his voice like a blade dipped in ice: "Young Master Qin, long time no see."
Qin Reng's thumb unconsciously rubbed the rim of the glass, causing it to shatter. The cold liquid dripped through his fingers onto the wooden floor, mirroring Yu Yuetong's sudden, pounding heart. She instinctively gripped the hem of his shirt, but the fabric her fingertips touched belonged to Mo Qingcheng—this realization caused her pupils to contract sharply.
“Miss Yu, you seem to have made a mistake.” Mo Qingcheng’s fingertips brushed against the stray hairs on the back of her neck, but Qin Reng gripped her wrist with his knuckles. He sneered, the diamond on his watch reflecting a blinding light. “The real Yu Yuetong should be lying in the hospital waiting to die.”
The bartender behind the counter suddenly knocked over the salt shaker, the white granules scattering among the three of them. Yu Yuetong licked her dry lips, then suddenly grabbed Qin Reng and shoved him onto the dance floor: "Hey, didn't you say you were going to teach me tango today?"
Qin Reng's Adam's apple bobbed, but as she turned, the key at her waist sliced his fingertip. Blood mixed with the smell of alcohol exploded in the air, and Mo Qingcheng's suit jacket swept across her trembling knees: "Why are you running?"
"Going to the restroom to touch up my makeup!" Yu Yuetong screamed and ran away, the sound of her high heels hitting the floor like war drums. When she reached for the pepper spray in her bag, she suddenly remembered the move Qin Reng had taught her three days ago—spraying the enemy's most vulnerable spot.
"Wait!" Qin Reng caught up just as she was about to unleash a stream of air towards Mo Qingcheng's Adam's apple. The man's pupils contracted sharply, but just as he was about to fall, she grabbed his belt: "You...you're doing something wrong with that move!"
Mo Qingcheng's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his warm breath brushing against the back of her neck. Only then did Yu Yuetong realize that his other hand was gripping the car keys clipped to her waist, the metal edge gleaming coldly under the light.
"You..." She was about to struggle when Mo Qingcheng pinned her against the neon sign on the bar. The crystal chandelier shattered into a spiderweb above her head, and the silver lapel pin on his tie pressed against her collarbone: "Miss Yu, did Young Master Qin teach you this move?"
"My mom taught me self-defense!" Yu Yuetong lunged at his groin, but Mo Qingcheng grabbed her wrist. She glimpsed Qin Reng pulling a broken champagne bar from the bar drawer, the shards of glass drawing blood from his palm.
"Young Master Qin is still so protective of her." Mo Qingcheng suddenly laughed, and the moment he let go, Yu Yuetong's lower back hit the bar counter. She staggered and grabbed the wine rack, watching Qin Reng use that blood-stained iron bar to pry open the hem of Mo Qingcheng's suit—where half of a bandage cut by a car key was clearly visible.