Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

She would appear happy to follow his arrangements.

Is this still Anqin's life? Is this still Anqin's will?

His core principle has always been to respect and guide the will of those he is tasked with.

But Anqin is outside of this rule.

After a long silence, he couldn't help but give a wry smile.

An Qin saw him give a wry smile, her expectation vanished, and her eyes widened, revealing worry.

"Please don't do that, Mr. Bai." Her tone was soft and gentle.

"I'm not saying this to cause you any trouble."

"I truly mean it and I want you to be happy. You can ask me to do anything you want."

An Qin reached out, shortening the distance between them, but instead of taking his hand, she pinched his sleeve.

Like a girl who wants to act cute but doesn't dare to be open about it, acting cute in a blatant way.

So humble that I can only gently pinch your sleeve or the hem of your clothes, and dare not make any direct skin-to-skin contact.

That was far too presumptuous for her.

"You just need to make your request, no problem."

"I'll accept any request you make, as long as you tell me. Please."

The young man's reaction was to give her a gentle push.

“Go inside,” he said.

"Your hair is messy. Go inside and fix it. There are still many audience members waiting downstairs who came for your work."

"I'll be waiting for you outside the locker room."

Before An Qin could react, he pushed her into the dressing room and handed her over to the makeup artists. He then stood outside the door with his back to the door, sighed, and rubbed his temples. After standing outside for a while, he went to the balcony.

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Qin Ning remained alone in the lobby on the first floor, while men flocked to her, eager to strike up a conversation.

Some people are curious about An Qin herself and her paintings, while many questions are directed at Qin Ning.

After all, a rich young lady who suddenly appears out of nowhere is bound to attract attention.

In the short time that Bai Weiran and the others had gone upstairs, there were already more than a dozen versions of Qin Ning's family background.

Three of these rumors were the most widely believed.

[A wealthy overseas family that made its fortune in the energy industry; the family owns vast oil fields.]

The youngest granddaughter of a prominent banker ranked among the world's top ten has a large trust fund managed by her family.

[A descendant of a royal family that no longer exists, but who still possessed a vast fortune at the time of the dynasty's downfall, including several castles under her name.]

The more outrageous human nature is, the more people love to hear it and the more they believe it.

Qin Ning, holding a glass of champagne, listened to the whispers of the crowd, smiling but not refuting them.

Capitalizing on the importance of rumors and generating buzz is an essential skill.

She covered her mouth with her wine glass, responding casually, her mind drifting towards the second floor.

Anqin felt something was wrong when her hair suddenly came loose.

If Brother Weiran is willing, even spilled red wine can be restored to its original state, let alone just loose hair.

Qin Ning was a little anxious; she really wanted to know what was happening on the second floor.

Just an accident?

Or are they talking?

Were Anqin just saying those things to comfort her?

Anqin coaxed her, and then deliberately acted weak and pitiful in front of Weiran.

Qin Ning's fingers tightened around the wine glass, her expression becoming serious.

Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, she slipped away from the crowd, intending to sneak upstairs and find out what was going on.

But as soon as she put her almost untouched champagne glass on the table, she turned around and was met with a smiling face blocking her way to the stairs.

"You seem to...not like champagne?"

As the young man spoke, he tilted his head back and deliberately took a sip of his drink.

They learn etiquette and adopt proper posture, but it just gives off a contrived feeling.

Qin Ning did not respond immediately.

She raised her chin and gave the young man a cold, sweeping glance.

From the wounds on his face, one could see the high-quality clothes he was wearing.

Even if Qin Ning doesn't recognize the brands in this world, she can still judge the value of clothing from its design.

In the end, she provided an eight-character interpretation.

—All that glitters on the outside, but rotten inside.

The clothes are for wearing people, not for people wearing clothes.

She was eager to go upstairs to find out what was going on, but the other person blocked her way. Feeling impatient, she spoke even colder.

"Excuse me, I have something to do. Please excuse me."

She had just lifted her skirt and taken a step to the left.

Unexpectedly, the other person also took a step forward, blocking his way, seemingly oblivious to her coldness, and still smiling broadly.

Qin Ning narrowed her bright eyes, took a step back, lifted her skirt, and stepped to the right.

Unexpectedly, the man once again moved with pinpoint accuracy, blocking her way first.

He even wore what he thought was a dashing smile.

"How strange, I was also trying to make way for you, but it's such a coincidence that I'm blocking your way no matter what."

"Could it be that we're thinking exactly the same thing? It's quite a coincidence."

As Cao Shuang spoke, he kept glancing at the girl in the silver-gray dress in front of him.

When the three of them came down the stairs, he was indeed amazed by An Qin's beauty. He never expected that his junior classmate, whom he had always ignored, could be so eye-catching when dressed up. But Qin Ning, who was next to An Qin, attracted him even more.

With her chin held high, her arrogant and aloof young lady demeanor fueled his desire to conquer her.

That's not all; she also possesses a charming allure, and after being carefully cared for, her cat-like eyes sparkle with a captivating brilliance.

This combination of arrogance and coquettishness instantly aroused Cao Shuang's heart.

The rumors circulating at the scene became increasingly exaggerated, with people discussing Qin Ning's illustrious background in great detail.

Cao Shuang's position became even more precarious.

Big fish! Bigger than the one that got away earlier.

Before he could even think of a way to wait for the other person to be alone, the opportunity came unexpectedly—the male companion accompanied An Qin upstairs, leaving Qin Ning alone. Cao Shuang was both surprised and delighted, convinced that this was fate. However, there were too many people surrounding Qin Ning, and he tried to squeeze into the crowd for a long time, but he just couldn't get in.

It was only because Qin Ning wanted to leave and broke away from the crowd that he was able to catch up with her in a few quick steps.

Qin Ning had heard Bai Weiran mention Cao Shuang, but she had only heard of his name and had never met him in person.

Now look what's happened, we meet but don't recognize each other.

He only saw Cao Shuang as an annoying obstacle in his way and was too lazy to deal with him, so he wanted to go out from the left.

Cao Shuang responded with a "hey," immediately adopting his usual nightclub persona, a broad smile on his face, and then stepped forward to block Qin Ning's path.

He looked away, deliberately avoiding eye contact, brushed his hair aside to reveal his profile, sniffed the wine in his glass, swirled the golden liquid, his eyes deep, and spoke with an air of nonchalance, but clearly a show of pretentiousness.

"This wine tastes good, but it's a bit too sour for a girl."

“I guess you prefer a sweeter flavor.” Cao Shuang smiled at Qin Ning with his most erudite and profound expression.

"Because that suits a sweet girl like you."

Qin Ning: …………

If a single emoji could represent Qin Ning's feelings right now.

That was a blank face.

Are you trying to be awkward?

Qin Ning's expressionless face made Cao Shuang's smile somewhat stiff.

Did I say something wrong? Did she not like that sentence?

Admitting mistakes and correcting them is the right thing to do; keep up the good work.

He then changed his posture, solemnly raising the wine glass to his face, one hand in his pocket, mimicking the entrance of a movie star or a spy, a smile on his face, grinning at Qin Ning.

"But I think there are too many sweet girls, and they're not that interesting."

"I like sour things, and I'm even cuter when I'm jealous—"

What do you think of my taste?

He was staring at Qin Ning with his eyes and brows, practically waving a flag around his neck, his whole body screaming "I am a walking pheromone."

Woman, I'm doing my best to please you. Are you surprised? Are you happy?

Qin Ning. Expressionless. Plus version.

If you had a chisel right now, you could tap her pretty face a couple of times and chip off shards of ice.

Her gaze shifted from Cao Shuang's face, which was constantly sending out messages like "I'm so handsome," to Cao Shuang's hand, which was constantly swirling his wine glass.

She raised an eyebrow, giving a look that seemed to say "I'm stupid," her small mouth slightly open, then closed again.

In the end, he said nothing and turned to leave in the opposite direction.

Cao Shuang was immediately displeased.

The harder the prey is to obtain, the greater the sense of satisfaction and excitement upon finally getting it.