The person behind her heard the woman's words and, with a hint of amusement on his cherry-red lips, obediently let go of her hand, "Big sis, I've told you not to call me 'Luoluo'. It sounds like a girl's name."
Standing next to Jian Qing, the man with a height of 1.75 metres was slightly taller than her by five centimetres, spasmodically brushed his random chestnut-brown hair. The top two buttons of his white shirt were unfastened, revealing his gracefully delicate neck. His fresh smooth skin, painterly eyebrows and eyes, and his features—resembling Jian Qing by six parts—revealed a tenderness and elegance that drew anyone in his vicinity in effortlessly.
Jian Qing looked tenderly at the man next to her, disregarded his protest, "Luoluo, where are Bai Jue and Black Jack?"
She remembered that her younger brother and the other two had gone to France not too long ago. Why did they run back so soon this time?
Though he disagreed with the nickname, he had gotten used to the name he had been called since childhood. With arms crossed, leaning against the railing, Jian Luo said, "Black Jack returned to the Fortress. Don't know where Bai Jue has run off to this time."
Of the three, Bai Jue most enjoyed trotting all over the world. If they didn't have a unique way to contact each other, trying to find him would be more difficult than attempting to scale a skyscraper.
A flicker of expectancy passed through Jian Qing's face. That Bai Jue really is...
"Have you seen Grandpa yet?"
Speaking of Grandpa, a touch of softness could be traced in the depths of Jian Qing's eyes.
Jian Luo obediently nodded, "Hmm, I just had breakfast with Grandpa."
Jian Qing squinted her eyes, looking up at the azure sky, while Jian Luo silently kept her company. The atmosphere took on an undisturbed calmness.
After a while, Jian Luo couldn't resist asking, "Big sis, are you going back to Beijing?"
If Grandpa hadn't unintentionally let it slip during breakfast, would she plan to leave him alone and face that bloody past alone?
He couldn't let go of what happened seventeen years ago, let alone his elder sister. The incident from seventeen years ago became a demon within both of their hearts.
Jian Qing maintained a calm façade, not surprised that he had already known about her secret. Thinking about it, she also knew who had told him.
It seemed that Grandpa still could not dissuade her from returning to Beijing and used Luo to persuade her.
Seeing Jian Qing remain silent, an impatient Jian Luo, fixed his gaze on her, "Big sis, are you planning on leaving me here and returning to Beijing alone?"
Beijing was full of danger. The group of wolves and tigers viewed both of them as thorns in their eyes. There was no way he was going to let his elder sister go back on her own.
Jian Qing turned to look at him, seeing a touch of blush stain his fair face due to anxiety, a smile curved on her lips, as she pinched his cheek.
"Why are you so agitated? How could I abandon such a cute little brother like you, right?"
Wow, he has a pretty good touch.
Used to Jian Qing's behavior, Jian Luo looked into her deep eyes, but failed to understand her thoughts.
Though they were twin siblings, he couldn't predict what his elder sister really felt.
"Elder sis, I'm serious, what are you thinking in your heart?"
Since he couldn't gauge out what his sister was thinking, it was better to directly ask her rather than wasting his thoughts over it.
Jian Qing pulled back her hand, her gaze was as calm as ever, "Luoluo, it's time to settle the scores that we have endured for the past seventeen years."
Leaving them alone doesn't mean that she has already forgotten everything. The painfully intense agony that has tortured both her and Luo for seventeen years, how could she forget? It's time for those miscreants to reap what they have sowed.
As expected, Jian Luo felt a jolt inside his heart, his eyes were a little scattered, but he eventually regained his senses. His gaze fell upon the brightly blossoming roses in the distance.
Yes, it's been seventeen years, already such a long time.
They should start clearing those debts one by one.
Before he could even speak, Jian Qing's voice resounded once again, "Luoluo, you stay here for now. I will return to Beijing alone."
At her words, Jian Luo instantly lifted his head to look at Jian Qing, the traces of laughter near the corner of his mouth vanished, "Big sis, you promised you wouldn't leave me and we had agreed to get back what belongs to Mommy together."
Jian Qing raised her eyes to meet his, connecting with his stubborn and anxious expression. Her lips slowly pulled upwards, "Luoluo, I'm only asking you not to return to Beijing just yet. I am not abandoning you. Don't worry, I won't forget what we've agreed upon."
She wouldn't stop him if he wanted to settle accounts.
However, for some who were excessively loathsome and sordid, she didn't want him to encounter too many of them.
Facing Jian Qing's words, Jian Luo always had an implicit faith. He moved a step closer to her, "Elder sis, when can I come to Beijing to find you?"
She wouldn't let him go, so he promised her. However, he couldn't take too long, or else he would sneak off to Beijing.
Taking a glance at his soft, chestnut-brown hair, Jian Qing lifted her hand and gestured for him to lower his height.
Man, the difference in height was really annoying!
Jian Luo looked at her, a little puzzled, but still bent his waist slightly. Jian Qing's slender hand landed on top of his head. She messed up his hair, turning the originally soft strands into a bird's nest.
"Luoluo, remember to listen to your big sister, otherwise...."
Jian Qing saw through his little thoughts instantly, causing Jian Luo to roll his eyes helplessly. Ah, having such a cunning sister, he was quite distressed.
As for others, Jian Luo was fearless. Even his Grandpa's authority was occasionally put to the test, but in front of Jian Qing, the tiny tiger instantly turned back into a kitten. Grandpa Jian Qing was well aware of this and often used Jian Qing to scare Jian Luo.