After rebirth, I was hugged and kissed by a crazy boss

"Ajin, the me now is not the real me at all."

Yan Qing had tears in his eyes and shook his head sadly.

"I...I almost forgot what Yan Qing was like in the past..."

"What was Yan Qing like originally...?"

She covered her face and sobbed, her frail body shaking like a flower in the heavy rain.

……

In the past, when people mentioned the name Yan Qing, they would often think of——

A daughter of destiny, she is extremely beautiful and proud.

Compared with other wealthy aristocratic families, the Yan family's foundation is too shallow, but no one dares to underestimate it.

Yan Qing's father became famous at a young age, was handsome, and was the youngest professor of finance at the top university in the imperial capital;

Her mother was born into a wealthy family, she was gentle and beautiful, like a pearl and jade. As the third daughter of the Meng Group, her beauty and talent were well-known.

However, the most enviable thing about the Yan couple is that they gave birth to a pair of wonderful children.

Yan Jin and Yan Qing are the golden boy and jade girl in people's eyes.

Not only did he perfectly inherit his parents' looks and intelligence, but he also showed amazing talents in many fields, making the other children of wealthy families look dull and hopeless.

The so-called standing out from the crowd of chickens and making light of heavy tasks is nothing more than this.

Yan Qing is the younger sister, two years younger than Yan Jin, and is loved by the whole family.

As luck would have it, the brother and sister have the same blood but very different personalities.

Yan Jin's temperament is as gentle as jade, calm and reserved. Although he is a boy, his personality is more like his mother's;

Yan Qing has had a boyish personality since childhood. She is lively, confident, alert and clever. Although she is born delicate and beautiful, she is like an unrestrained little animal, and always does things with a bit of cute recklessness.

Father Yan loves his daughter very much.

He once held the young Yan Qing in his arms and proudly praised her to his friends:

"Jin'er's personality is like his mother's. His every move is as dignified as a little prince."

"But our Qingqing is just like me! Although she started learning chess late, she learned it very quickly and well, almost catching up with her brother!"

"Hahahahahaha… a little wolf cub!"

Just as Yan's father said, Yan Qing's personality is very much like his.

Courage, determination, ambition...

All the qualities that are rarely found in a daughter of a wealthy family are rarely found in one person. How can one not marvel at the magic of the Creator?

Yan Qing once had a bright and beautiful face, a distinct and profound personality, and outstanding talents.

It is like a rose blooming in the bright sunshine, noble and beautiful, but also with dangerous thorns.

A group of young ladies from aristocratic families who pride themselves on their beauty and elegance would be overshadowed and become just supporting roles when they appear in the same frame with Yan Qing.

……

But now, Yan Qing could hardly recognize himself.

The self in the mirror had pale skin and lips without a trace of blood, looking thin and sickly...even his eyes had become dull and lifeless, no longer having the spirit he once had.

Not like a kept canary, but more like a puppet whose soul has been taken away.

She is Yan Qing...

Such a beautiful, such an intelligent, and such a proud Yan Qing!

"I know you want to protect me, and want me to live a carefree life here without having to face the wind and rain outside... But these are not what I want."

Yan Qing wiped away her tears vigorously and looked up at Fu Wangjin with her red eyes.

"I am a human being and I need dignity and freedom."

"I also want to be recognized, respected, and praised... I want to realize my own value."

"Jin...what if it was you? If you were the one imprisoned here, wouldn't you go crazy and do something stupid?"

Fu Wangjin stared at her blankly, feeling mixed emotions.

This was the first time Yan Qing analyzed his inner thoughts in front of him.

Her tears seemed to sting him more than her previous harsh words.

"...Qingqing." He whispered, "Don't cry. I'll obey you."

What? He said...I will obey you?

Yan Qing opened her eyes wide in surprise when she heard this. She simply couldn't believe her ears.

I actually... convinced him so easily?

Then why did she commit suicide before? Isn't that as stupid as a pig?

"You...what did you just say?"

The girl's eyes were surprisingly bright, and the joy that surged in her heart made her frail complexion look a little better.

"I said, I'll obey you."

"When the sun sets and the weather gets cooler, I'll take you to Lake Light Park to feed the fish."

Fu Wangjin looked out the window, reached out and gently pinched Yan Qing's little face.

"But not now, I'll get heat stroke."

Yan Qing was stunned again.

Her nose felt sore and she instinctively wanted to cry.

"A Jin, come here and give me a hug, woo woo woo..."

Fu Wangjin walked to her side and let her hug his narrow waist, his tears soaking his thin shirt.

Looking at the girl's furry hair, his eyes were particularly soft.

"Crying with joy?"

"Ok!"

Yan Qing nodded vigorously and smiled at him through tears.

"Ajin, you are so nice..."

"Don't lock me up anymore. I will never leave you. I—"

Yan Qing's voice suddenly paused.

She slowly lowered her head and pulled the corners of her lips lightly, her voice fragmented.

"You're all I have."

Just a few simple words made Fu Wangjin feel extremely distressed.

"I am enough."

"Then you are not allowed to leave me alone."

Yan Qing hugged the man tighter, as if he was a rare treasure.

"When did I abandon you?"

This sentence made Fu Wangjin both angry and amused.

"It's you, the heartless one, who pushed me away again and again—"

"I know I was wrong! I won't do it again..."

Yan Qing smiled sweetly, not loosening her arms around him at all, and even her acknowledgment of her mistake was accompanied by a hint of coquettishness.

"That's pretty much it."

Fu Wangjin stroked her hair again and again, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

"Qingqing, who said you are a slave, a plaything, a canary?"

How dare someone gossip about the woman he was reluctant to touch behind his back?

Fu Wangjin tried his best to suppress the murderous aura around him, and his voice was very soft, for fear of frightening Yan Qing. There was even a hint of coaxing in his tone.

She finally agreed to be so close to me... I must not scare her away again.

"...There is a new maid named Jia Jia." Yan Qing thought for a moment and said, "Let's call her over first."

In less than half a minute, Jia Jia was waiting at the door trembling with fear.

"Sir, Miss Yan..."

She spoke timidly, not daring to look at the two of them.

Because she broke the vase, Jia Jia felt very guilty and was almost ready to be fired.

"Jia Jia, don't be afraid." Yan Qing said gently, "I need you to do me a favor. Bring me the glass of water on the bedside table in my bedroom."

Fu Wangjin glanced at her, obviously confused.

"Yes, Miss Yan."

Jia Jia ran away with her head down.

Not long after, the glass of water that I only drank a sip of was brought to me.

"Go."

Yan Qing nodded, and after she left, he handed the glass of water to Fu Wangjin.

"Here, take a sip."

Although Fu Wangjin didn't understand, he still took it and took a sip.

As soon as the water entered his mouth, he frowned and his face instantly became so gloomy that it looked like several layers of frost could be scraped off.

Because there is clearly tap water in the cup.