Tang Yanqing, with his eyebrows raised lightly, walked away. The bright morning sunlight fell on his shoulders, dazzling like golden wings unfurling.
Su Xi Liu knew she couldn’t persuade him to stay, so she could only sigh.
However, the Tang Family was already quite satisfied that Yanqing, as the child, was willing to join the police force and achieve such accomplishnts. Therefore, the old master of the Tang Family, Tang Dongsheng, had instructed long ago that as long as the child didn’t do anything illegal, there was no need to sweat the small stuff, everything should be left to his own devices.
As for the forr Yanqing... he was a complete playboy, showing no interest in the political and legal realm that his family had been involved in for generations, nor in his mother’s business. Every day he hung out with a group of wealthy Asian descendants, indulging in a life of pleasure and extravagance. In his own words: "Our Tang Family has always been a symbol of justice, and that’s so unbalanced. The Tang Family should have a bad seed — I’m that bad seed."
His mother shed countless tears over this, and his father’s career was burdened by him countless tis. The old master was so exasperated that he almost violated the law he’d held sacred for many years, wanting to resort to those old Chinese thods of disciplining a child...
Luckily, after a trip back to China to trace his roots, this kid bizarrely transford. He volunteered to join the police force and to pass the academy’s background check smoothly, he cut ties with everything from his past. Over the years, although so unruly habits lingered, he beca a completely different person.
When asked the reason back then, he only downplayed it: "In Chinatown and Jiazhou, if I call myself the second scum, no one dares to be first. Since there are so many scums in this world, and the police can’t handle them all, I might as well take matters into my own hands."
At that ti, his tone was joking, with a sly smile at the corner of his mouth, but the family couldn’t ignore the trace of gloom and—sorrow—flashing in his eyes.
He must have gone through so agony at a ti and place unknown to everyone to have such an expression.
But he wouldn’t reveal a word about it, and his family dared not touch on it lightly either. From then on, this topic beca a taboo in the Tang Family.
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Tang Yanqing strode into the parking lot, his attention caught by a blue Mini, and he couldn’t help but stop and look, narrowing his eyes as he slowly finished his cigarette.
From this angle, through the large glass curtain wall, he could just see the multifunctional hall. It was crowded with dia people, all with their backs to him, unaware that he was observing.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated and rang. He glanced at the caller ID, answered irritably, but remained silent, waiting for the other person to speak first.
After a mont of silence, a gentle male voice ca through: "Is this Yanqing?"
Only then did he give a grunt through his nose in response.
The other person then chuckled and said, "Yanqing, it’s Xiang Yuan. Your childhood Brother Xiang Yuan."
Tang Yanqing had already guessed, but his deanor beca even colder. He stubbed out the cigarette with his foot, impatiently saying, "Who is Xiang Yuan?"
Tang Yanqing’s attitude made Xiang Yuan a bit taken aback. But fortunately, with the two families having been friends for generations, Xiang Yuan knew Tang Yanqing’s temperant from childhood. Even after so many years, he knew his nature wouldn’t change easily.
Xiang Yuan then smiled and said, "Alright, let reintroduce myself: My father Xiang Jingsheng is an old friend of your father, Uncle Tang, and now acts as his campaign staff and financial advisor. My na is Xiang Yuan, and I used to often co to your house to play with you when we were kids. You initially resisted but eventually called ’Brother Xiang Yuan.’"
Tang Yanqing narrowed his eyes, his gaze unpredictable as he said, "Skip the nonsense. Just tell , what do you want?"
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Thanks, Mimi, for the flowers~
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