After the betrothal gift negotiation collapsed, I turned around and married a wealthy man.

"Who are you?" Mr. Jiang asked in a trembling voice.

Qin Ce bent down, grabbed Mr. Jiang by his collar, and lifted him up from the ground.

Without saying a word, he punched Mr. Jiang in the nose.

"what--"

Mr. Jiang held his nose, and blood spurted out from between his fingers in an instant, staining the entire back of his hand red.

Before it was over, Qin Ce threw him on the sofa, strangled his neck, and punched his face one after another.

Mr. Jiang was like a little chicken in his hands, unable to fight back and could only scream miserably.

The singing in the box was so loud that it perfectly covered up his screams.

Yang Han looked at the corner of his mouth and it hurt.

After a while, Mr. Jiang could no longer scream and his face was covered with blood.

Yang Han hurried over and grabbed Qin Ce's arm, "Come on, old Qin. This place is no better than Yucheng. It's hard to explain after beating someone to death."

Qin Ce stopped and looked back at Yang Han.

The anger on his face startled Yang Han.

Yang Han coughed and persuaded: "I know you are angry, but there is no need. There are a hundred ways to make his life worse than death, so why bother."

After listening to Yang Han's words, Qin Ce regained his sense a little.

He slowly let go of Mr. Jiang.

Mr. Jiang was already dying at this time, and his only remaining consciousness prompted his first thought to call the police and then an ambulance.

He groped tremblingly into his pocket.

After Qin Ce let him go, he turned around, but the next second, he suddenly grabbed the wine bottle on the table and hit Mr. Jiang on the head with his backhand.

Yang Han's eyes widened in shock: "!!"

Mr. Jiang twitched and became completely motionless.

"Old Qin, you..."

Qin Ce's expression returned to normal. He expressionlessly picked up a tissue on the table and wiped the blood on his hands.

He ignored Yang Han, walked over and picked up Qiao Xing, turned around and walked out of the box.

Yang Han looked at the mess in the box, and then at Mr. Jiang who didn't know whether he was alive or dead on the sofa. He pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

He took out his cell phone and called the police.

If he doesn't call the police, the owner of the club will also call the police, which will cause even more trouble.

Yang Han asked the waiter to call the manager over.

Qin Ce was angry, he had to wipe that guy's ass here.

After doing this, Yang Han looked at Mr. Jiang sympathetically. This man was on the receiving end of a gun.

The two of them are having a conflict now. If this guy dares to take Qiao Xing's idea, isn't that just a punching bag for Qin Ce?

After a while, the manager of the club came.

The manager was also a man in his 40s with a big belly. When he came in and saw this scene, he was scared to death.

"Ouch, what did you do!!"

Yang Han walked over and patted the manager on the shoulder, "Calm down, I've already called an ambulance. Come here and let's sit down and talk."

The corner of the manager's mouth twitched, "Brother, look at the good things you have done, how can you sit down and talk?"

Yang Han asked: "Who runs your club?"

"Can I tell you that?"

"Do you know Yin Heng?"

The manager was stunned for a moment, and his eyes became wary when he looked at him, "What's your relationship with him?"

"I am his friend."

The manager obviously didn't believe it.

Seeing his reaction, Yang Han knew that he knew him, and it would be easier if he knew him. He took out his mobile phone and made a call.

……

In the hotel, Mr. Liao shrank his neck and stood cautiously in front of Qin Ce.

He glanced at the man sitting on the sofa.

The man only wore a shirt and sat there without saying a word. From the open collar, you could vaguely see the blood stains on his neck and chin.

Mr. Liao was such a big boss, standing in front of him, he didn't have any momentum at all, he looked like a bitch.

"Mr. Qin, I really didn't know that Jiang Hua was an old pervert. Tell me, considering how old this man is, he still..."

Mr. Liao wiped the sweat from his forehead, "It's my fault. If I had known, I wouldn't have taken Qiao Xing to the company to meet him."

Qin Ce never spoke.

Mr. Liao kept admitting his mistakes and said that he would go to Chisheng to find their boss tomorrow.

"Get out." Qin Ce finally spoke.

Mr. Liao was stunned for a moment, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, then you have a good rest."

After saying that, he quickly ran out of the room and closed the door gently.

Qiao Xing had a splitting headache while sleeping. When she opened her eyes, the whole world was still spinning.

When she recalled what happened last night, she was startled and sat up from the bed suddenly.

She felt dizzy, covering her head, her stomach churning, and she wanted to vomit.

She closed her eyes and calmed down, then tremblingly lifted the quilt and took a look. When she saw that she was wearing nothing, she was stunned.

There was a buzz in her head, like a thunderbolt from Qin Tian, ​​froze her on the bed.

She hurriedly hugged the quilt to cover her chest, all kinds of complicated and intertwined emotions came up. She smoked sourly and tears blurred her vision.

That Mr. Jiang...

"woke up?"

A familiar voice came from the side, and Qiao Xing turned around subconsciously.

She saw Qin Ce sitting next to her and looking at her indifferently.

Qiao Xing was even more confused. When she saw him suddenly appearing, she couldn't tell what she was feeling at the moment.

"You, why are you here?"

Qiao Xing suspected that she hadn't woken up yet, otherwise how could she have seen him when she opened her eyes?

Qin Ce said: "If I weren't here, do you know what would have happened last night?"

Qiao Xing pursed her lips, her mood was complicated, but she could hear the key from his words. She hesitated and asked, "Last night I...?"

Qin Ce stared at her with unclear meaning and did not answer.

Qiao Xing asked anxiously, "Where are my clothes?"

"It's dirty, I'll change it for you."

Qiao Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief, it was just him who had taken it off, but his cheeks felt a little hot when he thought that there was no thread under the quilt.

"Thank you."

Qiao Xing tightened her grip on the quilt and asked him again, "When did you come?"

"yesterday."

"You came to find me?"

Qin Ce asked instead, "Do you want to see me?"

Qiao Xing fell silent. She lowered her head and said nothing.

The reason why she came here was because she didn't want to see him, but it was undeniable that she was happy to see him just now.

So she couldn't answer the question.

"Are you still insisting on divorce?" Qin Ce asked aloud.

Qiao Xing's heart skipped a beat, and she tightened her grip on the quilt. She lowered her head and said nothing. Silence was her answer.

She was grateful to Qin Ce for saving her last night, but this could not dispel her idea of ​​divorce, nor could it offset the gap between them.

Qin Ce stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly stood up and walked outside.

The next second, a violent slamming of the door was heard, making Qiao Xing tremble.

Qin Ce got off the elevator and came to the hotel lobby. Yang Han and another man were talking in the lobby.

Seeing Qin Ce coming down, Yang Han immediately greeted him, "Old Qin."

Qin Ce walked up to the two of them with a straight face. Yang Han took the other man and introduced him: "Old Qin, this is Yin Heng. I should have mentioned it to you before."