Everyone knew that Young Master Wen of the Wen Family had no sister, only a cousin brother and a cousin sister.
Old Master Wen had two sons, and the younger one ran away from home years ago, never to be found.
Twenty years after his younger son had left, Old Master Wen took in a child and brought him back to the Wen Family. This child was Wen Muqing, who ranked second among his generation in the family.
As for the father of Young Master Wen, he had passed away 17 years ago, so where could a sister come from!
Looking at the shocked expression in Shen Zhihai's eyes, Wen Muqing's lips curled slightly, "What, do you think I'm joking?"
"Of course not," Shen Zhihai quickly said.
Wen Muqing lowered his eyelids slightly. After seventeen years, he had finally seen her again, the woman who had easily abandoned him all those years ago!
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Inside the bar, Lu Mianmian looked at Ren Chuqing and clucked, "Did you really break off your engagement with Jiang Huai?"
"Yes, from now on, men and women will marry others, without any concern for each other," Ren Chuqing said indifferently.
"Can you bear that?" Lu Mianmian asked.
"What's there to bear? I just want to live well for myself now," Ren Chuqing declared carefreely.
"Well said, what's Jiang Huai compared to that!" Lu Mianmian said.
The two clinked glasses and took a drink.
Just then, a voice suddenly rose, "Eh, isn't this Manager Ren? Why are you here for a drink today?"
A short and plump man with a drunk look on his face approached Ren Chuqing.
Ren Chuqing frowned in disgust. This was a client of Jiang Huai Company, named Wang Sheng. In previous interactions with him, she had felt that he was sleazy and liked to take advantage.
"I heard you were dumped by Jiang Huai and got fired from the company. How about it, do you want to follow me?" Wang Sheng said with a lecherous tone.
"Haha, Manager Ren is really lucky, to be abandoned by someone and still caught the eye of our President Wang," a woman from the same industry mocked from the side.
"If you serve me well, I might be able to arrange a nice job for you." While saying this, Wang Sheng reached out with the intention of behaving inappropriately towards Ren Chuqing.
He had long wanted to subdue this wench!
Where would Ren Chuqing allow him to succeed? She immediately pushed him away and turned her head to Lu Mianmian, "Mianmian, let's leave."
"Okay," Lu Mianmian agreed. It was better to leave when encountering such people.
But they had only taken a few steps when they were stopped by Wang Sheng's subordinates.
"You bitch! You refuse to drink a toast only to drink a forfeit, is that it!" Wang Sheng stepped forward and slapped Ren Chuqing in the face.
Lu Mianmian wanted to rush forward in anger, but she was held back by Wang Sheng's subordinates.
Wang Sheng forcefully grabbed Ren Chuqing's arm and picked up a bottle of alcohol, intending to pour it into her mouth, "I want you to serve me today, and you will have to!"
Lu Mianmian's eyes reddened as she desperately shouted, "Stop! Stop it!"
Ren Chuqing lifted her foot and kicked fiercely at Wang Sheng. In pain, Wang Sheng's gaze grew even more fierce, and he said to the surrounding people, "Today, whoever subdues this bitch for me, I'll give him a hundred thousand..."
But before he could finish his sentence, a hand had already pressed his head down, followed by the other hand picking up a glass bottle from the side and smashing it.
The broken bottle neck was pointed at Wang Sheng's face, the sharp glass ready to pierce his eyeball at any moment!
Suddenly, the surroundings fell deathly silent.
Ren Chuqing stared blankly at the man who had appeared out of nowhere.
He was dressed in black clothes that fit him like a hanger.
The bar lights shone on the man's face, highlighting his delicate features.
Cold yet dazzling! Austerity and allure concentrated in this person, giving her a piercing sensation.
"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll only take one of your eyes. Left or right, you can choose one," the man said, lifting the corner of his lips as if he were discussing something mundane.
"You..." Wang Sheng's face alternated between red and white, his back drenched in cold sweat, "Do you know who I am?"
"Why should I know who you are? Left eye or right eye? If you don't choose, then I will choose for you," the man said indifferently.
"If you dare to hurt me, I won't let you off..."
Crash!
The glass from a wine bottle directly sliced a bloody gash across Wang Sheng's face.
Wang Sheng's agonized scream instantly echoed throughout the bar, stunning everyone around.
"Left eye or right eye?" the man continued to ask.
A chill crept up Wang Sheng's back as he recognized the malice in the other man's eyes, a fear blooming in his heart, and he understood, the man wasn't joking—he truly wanted one of his eyes!
Just as the man was about to stab the glass shard into Wang Sheng's eye, Ren Chuqing's voice suddenly rose.
"Stop..."
If Wang Sheng's eye was truly injured, then this matter would definitely not end there.
To Ren Chuqing's surprise, the man raised his head to look at her and obediently smiled, "Fine."
And just like that, he withdrew his hand!
Wang Sheng, along with his subordinates and the women accompanying them, almost fled the bar in a wretched state.
Upon exiting the bar, Wang Sheng swore bitterly, "Just you wait, this isn't over."
"Wait!" The woman with him suddenly turned pale, her voice off-key with alarm. "That man just now was... Wen Muqing, the Second Young Master of the Wen Family."
"What?" The others were shocked.
"There's no mistake, I... I've seen him when I visited the Wen Group before! He has to be Wen Muqing!" the woman said with certainty.
The others exchanged looks, and Wang Sheng almost collapsed on the spot, his facial expression resembling someone who had seen a ghost!
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Inside the bar, Lu Mianmian rushed to Ren Chuqing's side, "Chuqing, how are you?"
"I'm fine," Ren Chuqing said, then turned to address the man approaching her, "Thank you for just now."
"Since you said you would take responsibility for me until death, I naturally wouldn't let anything happen to you," the man replied.
By her side, Lu Mianmian looked utterly astonished. Had Chuqing really said such a thing to someone?
And Ren Chuqing was even more taken aback, her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at the man before her.
Those words... she vaguely remembered saying them to a man she had spent a night with. Could it be that he was...
"Don't you remember, or do you simply not wish to take responsibility anymore? Sister!"
Ren Chuqing's pupils suddenly constricted; in her memory, there was only one person who would call her "Sister" like that.
—The son of the uncle who once lived with her mother for a while. Since she was two years older than him, they had always referred to each other as siblings.
"Are you... Qing?" These words were almost uttered with difficulty from Ren Chuqing's mouth.
"So, Sister still remembers me," Wen Muqing lifted his hand, gently touching Ren Chuqing's cheek where she had been hit, his brows barely noticeably furrowed.
Ren Chuqing's mind was in chaos. If he was Qing, then the night she spent with him...
"Mianmian, I have some things I need to talk to him about... alone," Ren Chuqing turned to her friend and said, "You—"
"I'll head back first!" Lu Mianmian knowingly said, although she was bursting with questions, they could always be asked another day.
After seeing Lu Mianmian off in a taxi, Ren Chuqing turned to Wen Muqing, who had walked out of the bar with her, "Are you really Qing?"
"What benefit would there be for me to impersonate him?" Wen Muqing responded with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
"Did you recognize me from the beginning that night?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered.
"Then why didn't you push me away?" Ren Chuqing said weakly. If it had been someone else, it might not matter, but why did it have to be Qing?
"Why should I have pushed you away?" he countered.
"You're my brother!" Even if there was no legal relation and they had only lived together for two years, she had always thought of him as her brother!
"So what if I am? Sister, have you forgotten? When you and your mother 'sold' me to my grandfather, you said with your own lips that I wasn't your brother and had no relation to you," his voice was graceful and calm, as if he were merely discussing a simple matter.
In that instant, the air seemed to be filled with a suffocating tension.