Gu Mingyan thought that coming out of the orphanage was a brand new beginning, but she did not expect it to be the beginning of a nightmare. The man who adopted her and was called "father" by her was extremely cruel to her. On her 18th birthday, he gave her a nightmare-like gift and forced her to kill the person she loved. She hated him, hated him to the extreme. She did everything she could to break free from this prison, to the extent where she didn't hesitate to threaten him with her child. She personally fired a shot at his chest, determined to leave. Three years later, she took his brother's son back to the city. When she saw his shocked eyes, she smiled and said, "Brother, long time no see."
In the evening, at the Gold Years Bar.
"Cheers!"
Cheers came from a private room on the second floor, and the sound of wine glasses colliding could be heard.
Gu Mingyan cheered with everyone, and her face was filled with a young and brilliant smile. She looked very relaxed.
She wore a skirt and a white shirt. She was slender and outstanding among the girls. After two glasses of wine, her little face turned slightly red, as if she was drunk. She was pure and moving, attracting the attention of many boys.
"Mingyan, it's your phone." The girl next to Gu Mingyan said to her loudly and handed her mobile phone.
Gu Mingyan took the phone, glanced at it, and hurried out to answer the phone. "Hello, Butler Li, what's wrong?"
"Young Master is back. Miss, where are you? Come back quickly."
Hearing the housekeeper's words, Gu Mingyan's pupils suddenly shrank, as if the man was standing in front of her at this moment, and her body trembled unconsciously. "Okay, I, I know..."
Gu Mingyan returned to the private room to pack up as fast as she could.
When the other students saw that she was about to leave, they were all unhappy and said that she had only been here for less than an hour.
"Mingyan, isn't there only one housekeeper in your family? Just tell him. You don't have to go back so early, do you? Besides, it's a graduation party. If you leave now, you won't give me face, will you?"
"Sorry, I really have something to do." Gu Mingyan apologized with a smile and stepped back to the door. "I'll treat you next time when I'm free. I'm really sorry this time, so I'll go first."
As soon as she finished speaking, she ran out with her bag in a hurry.
Compared with this so-called face, Gu Mingyan was more afraid of the man who was about to go home. When the housekeeper called, he said that the man's car had arrived at the city center. She must rush home in front of him, or she would be scolded to death.
Unexpectedly, when Gu Mingyan just got in the taxi, the god didn't like her and directly poured rain on her.
Ten miles around the villa was the territory of the Qi family. Except for the outside of the house, no other cars were allowed to pass through. After arriving at the place, Gu Mingyan had to grit her teeth and put her bag on her head, rushing into the rain.
When she arrived at the gate, her clothes were soaked, and her beautiful figure was fully displayed. She was also a little embarrassed.
The butler came in a hurry with an umbrella. When he saw Gu Mingyan trembling with cold, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
Just as she was about to say something, Gu Mingyan gave her a look. The housekeeper immediately thought of the temper of the person in the room, so he had to put the umbrella on her head.
When Gu Mingyan entered the room, she twisted the water on her clothes, for fear that the water would stain the living room.
In the spacious and bright living room, a man was sitting steadily on a leather sofa. He was wearing a black shirt, and his two long legs were folded together. Sitting alone gave people a great pressure, as if he was the only one in the room.
The man held a silver pistol in his hand. It was small and delicate, but it contained great lethality. It was being wiped with a white handkerchief, as if everything around it had nothing to do with him except this gun.
Gu Mingyan looked up.
The moment she saw the man, she bit her lips tightly and felt cold all over. She didn't know if it was because her clothes were wet or because of the man. She grabbed the wet hair on her forehead and walked over uneasily.
"... Young Master, welcome back." Ever since she was ten years old, she no longer addressed him as "Young Master" and called him "Young Master" along with the servants at home. He, on the other hand, would not respond at all.
The man ignored her and continued to wipe the silver spear in his hand.