The beauty is in my arms, the young marshal's eyes are red at night

Song Huiyi took a serious look at her.

Her eyes were very light, but Yao Anqian couldn't help but take a step back.

It wasn't the heart-rending coldness, but the contempt in her eyes.

When will women's minds be completely changed?

Almost every woman thinks that it is normal for men to have three wives and four concubines, and they even think that women should not be jealous in this matter, but should be magnanimous and tolerant.

This seems to be a default and conventional thing.

Why so?

Shouldn't both men and women be independent and have equal rights?

Yao Anqian was born beautiful and had a decent family background, but she always placed her future on men.

Such a woman doesn't want to be a real wife, but always thinks about being a side wife. She feels that being a concubine in a rich family is better than being a real wife.

"I didn't do it." Song Huiyi withdrew his gaze.

She stopped looking at her, wiped the water from her hands, and wiped her hands dry with a handkerchief.

After thinking about it, he reminded her, "Be honest and don't be used as a weapon by others."

"Being used as a weapon by others? What do you mean?"

Yao Anqian obviously didn't believe her words.

Seeing that there was no one around, he let out a loud voice and said, "You are the third young lady of the Youth Gang. How dare you do it? Who else could have done it if it wasn't you?"

She didn't offend anyone! My father didn’t offend anyone either!

Besides her, who else has the ability to demote her father's position overnight?

Song Huiyi didn't want to pay attention to her.

But Yao Anqian refused to give up.

Her father's demotion caused him to lose face in the agriculture department, and her status among her friends also dropped a lot.

Her father's official position is not high, but he is lucky because of his abundant salary and salary, and others will not look down upon her.

When there was a chance for promotion, her father was unwilling to move.

Seeing that Song Huiyi was about to leave, she reached out and grabbed her shoulder.

Just the next second, the cold blade was pressed against her chin.

Song Huiyi held a small and exquisite knife in his hand. He tilted the blade and raised her chin calmly, looking at her coldly.

Her eyebrows did not change, there was no emotional ups and downs, she just watched quietly.

Yao Anqian's heart skipped a beat.

The knife fell on her face, and she was immediately frightened.

This face was her stepping stone to a wealthy family, and she had always cherished her face.

She was good-looking and extremely beautiful. She was not mediocre and indifferent. She was even unforgettable and captured the hearts of many men.

"W-what are you going to do?

She was afraid that Song Huiyi would scratch her face, so her voice softened instantly.

She was so frightened that she stuttered and said in a low voice, "Ms. Song, Miss Song, I was wrong."

Even when she spoke, she was very careful, not daring to move for fear of accidentally hurting herself.

"You know that I am a young lady from the Qing Gang, so you have to recognize one thing clearly."

Song Huiyi's eyes flashed coldly, and he pushed the blade closer.

"Even if your father is the director-general of the Agriculture Department, I think it's okay to kill your father unknowingly. What's wrong with being demoted?"

The knife in his hand slid down, and every move made Yao Anqian's heart lift heavily.

She smiled disdainfully, "Even if I kill you now, what will happen?"

Yao Anqian was about the same height as her, and they looked at each other at eye level when talking.

But at this moment, she felt that her momentum was not inferior to Song Huiyi's. She was born with a kind of pride in being superior.

She thought she only had the title of the third young lady of the Qing Gang.

Apart from this name, she is just an embroidered pillow, no different from other young ladies.

I didn't expect that she, a woman, would be so calm and relaxed when it came to killing people.

The knife was pressed against her neck.

The blade is sharp, glowing with a cold green light, cutting iron like clay.

It seemed like he could cut her throat in the next second.

"You, a woman, can be so cruel and cruel." Yao Anqian couldn't believe it.

She raised her hands, not daring to move, and said with a trembling voice, "So many people admire the young commander, you can't be so jealous that you kill everyone on sight."

Then he said, "You said you didn't do it. Could it be that the eldest marshal did it? No, he asked my name, and he obviously took a fancy to..."

She stopped abruptly.

She wanted to say that the eldest young commander fell in love with her, but she was still afraid of the knife against her neck, so she didn't finish her sentence.

Song Huiyi smiled lightly.

There was no explanation, but he asked her softly: "You are a newspaper all over the city. I put a knife on his neck and asked him to do it?"

Then he said, "You must have known him well. He has a threatening temperament?"

Yao Anqian stopped talking.

This incident caused a stir in the city and spread for more than a month. Everyone knew that the young marshal of the military government had a deep affection for the third young lady of the Qing Gang.

Don't say anything else.

Just saying that the Nancheng Daily of the Republic of China only published this incident on the second day is enough to prove that everything else was the handiwork of the young marshal.

Everyone with a certain status has a certain relationship.

Someone went to inquire and found out that Shen Yuqing's adjutant personally handled the matter.

Shen Yuqing is certainly not afraid of threats.

He is the marshal of the military government, no one can force him to do something he doesn't want to do!

If he did it, he did it willingly!

Yao Anqian knew it, but she could only deceive herself.

How else to explain that her father was demoted for no reason the next day?

Song Huiyi asked: "Understood?"

She hummed quietly.

Song Huiyi took away the knife and put it away in his handbag.

As soon as the knife around her neck was removed, Yao Anqian breathed a sigh of relief. She put one hand on the wall and gasped for air.

Thinking of something else, I hurriedly touched my face and neck with my hands, and kept looking at the mirror.

Fortunately, no injuries were sustained.

She breathed another sigh of relief.

"Understood, don't be used as a weapon." Song Huiyi warned her again.

Her gaze was very light, but it made people feel cold.

Yao Anqian nodded.

She listened to Song Huiyi, she should know who demoted her father.

Young Marshal?

No, she warned herself not to be used as a weapon by anyone who should be her enemy.

She wanted to ask who it was, but she also wanted to blame Song Huiyi for indirectly harming her, but thinking about the dangerous knife in her handbag, she could only swallow her words.

She stamped her feet angrily and followed her to leave.

But before I could go out, the door outside suddenly closed.

Song Huiyi reacted first. She stepped forward and tried to open the door, but it was already locked.

She immediately turned back: "It's you!"

"not me!"

Yao Anqian was also frightened to death by this scene.

She was so frightened that she swung her arms and backed away in panic, "What is going on? Someone wants to kill you?"

Song Huiyi ignored her.

She looked down at the crack in the door, and a wisp of smoke came in.

"It's smoke, cover your mouth and nose!" Song Huiyi reacted instantly, covered his mouth and nose, and approached the sink.

She turned on the faucet, tried to save some water, and sank her face into the water.

"Smoke?"