Chapter 375: Chapter 375

His ambition was deeply hidden in those narrowed, beautiful peach blossom eyes. The golden-rimmed glasses slightly reflected a faint light, yet they couldn’t conceal the hint of danger and mysterious depth on his face.

His gaze deeply fixed on the silent girl, his slender fingers gently brushed the slightly disheveled black hair by her ear, like a snake tempting Adam and Eve to eat the apple, he softly coaxed, "Do whatever you want, I can provide you with the most advanced research technology and talents, even more and better than what Su Xingchen can offer."

Qian Qi glanced over at his eyes, her face finally showed a hint of interest, "Really? For free?"

Nangong Yan’s thin lips slightly curved, "Of course, you can even have a million-dollar salary."

Qian Qi’s eyebrows and lips instantly curved together, "You’re such a good person, can I visit first before deciding?"

"Alright." Nangong Yan lightly twirled her hair, then slowly withdrew his hand, "After you’re done with your work, I’ll take you there."

The girl’s smile grew brighter, "Mm!"

The two continued rummaging through the crate, picking out two handy weapons, and only then did they leave the Nangong Family warehouse contentedly.

Nangong Yan and Qian Qi walked out of the warehouse one after the other, the former slightly curled his lips, seemingly in a good mood, while the latter had a faint smile as well, but as soon as her small foot stepped out of the warehouse, her smile vanished.

The free stuff is often the most expensive.

All free offerings have already been tagged with a price in secret, at best, they could bankrupt you, at worst, they could destroy your life and faith.

If it weren’t for wanting to know how far the Nangong Family had developed in Biochemical Weapons behind the scenes, she wouldn’t have accepted Nangong Yan’s invitation, playing along with him here.

Biochemical Weapons...

Mentioning this term, it was hard for Qian Qi not to think of some creepy things, she couldn’t help but suspect that the dangerous aura she felt from Nangong Yan was related to such matters, he...

Is he just a devious and dangerous figure, or a lunatic who has lost all humanity?

Nangong Yan and Qian Qi hadn’t walked far when they saw Su Ang leaning slightly against the wall, arms crossed as if waiting for something.

Upon seeing the two come out of the warehouse, he immediately straightened up and strode towards them.

"You’ve been in there too long." He lowered his gaze towards Qian Qi, his eyes fleetingly glancing over her face, seemingly looking for something, "The Nangong Family Head is here."

The Nangong Family Head, Nangong Zhang.

He was exceptionally low-key, comparable even to the future heir of the Ye Family, but this low profile wasn’t about notoriety; it was about appearances in public.

It was said that Nangong Zhang was extremely refined; his achievements among the Seven Great Families were neither high nor low. He rarely appeared in public unless there were major meetings. If it weren’t for Nangong Family’s two sons, one with considerable ability and one with striking looks, and the Nangong Family often engaging in charity, it could have been the most low-key family among the Seven Great Families.

Qian Qi looked up at Nangong Yan, but found that his expression seemed off. His eyes lowered, the lips that were usually smiling now slightly pressed together, exuding a faintly repelling aura, as if strongly resisting Nangong Zhang’s arrival.

"He saw me and asked me to tell you to see him before you enter the instance." Su Ang casually relayed Nangong Zhang’s words.

Nangong Yan’s body slightly stiffened. He seemed to linger as he brushed his fingertips over Qian Qi’s, and quietly said, "Follow Su Ang to find your teammates, don’t come over, wait for me to find you, okay?"

Qian Qi tilted her head, not understanding why, but since he spoke, she didn’t refuse, nodding in agreement, "Okay."

Nangong Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then clenched his fist slightly and headed towards the already covered Nan Family Military Camp.

Qian Qi blinked, staring at his heavy steps fading into the distance, scratching her cheek slightly as she quietly muttered, "Is he really wary of something, or is he pretending?"

It always felt that even if Nangong Zhang was a horrifying figure, someone as deeply scheming as old fox Nangong Yan should be putting on a calm facade in front of others. Yet at this moment, he was showing such obvious weakness, making it hard for Qian Qi not to suspect that Nangong Yan was doing it on purpose.

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After all, Nangong Yan was only 25, no matter how deep... facing some things like shadows, he would also be afraid, wouldn’t he?

Rolling her eyes slightly, she couldn’t help but lean towards Su Ang, sneakily inquiring like a little thief, "Are Nangong Yan and Nangong Zhang on bad terms? Is Nangong Yan afraid of Nangong Zhang?"

Is it the simple fear of a son towards his father, or is there another reason?

Su Ang pressed his lips tightly, seemingly in a bad mood, he stayed silent as he gazed into the distance, his very good-looking eyebrows furrowed into a large peak.

Qian Qi scratched her head: ?

Why isn’t he speaking?

She tugged at Su Ang’s sleeve, her small fingertips pinched a tiny piece of fabric, smiling somewhat ingratiatingly, "Senior Su~ just~ tell me~"

The girl’s tone was odd and exaggerated, hard not to make one laugh, but Su Ang was deeply irritated, he withdrew his arm lightly yet firmly, sulking for a while. Seeing the girl’s innocent look, he finally spoke in a low voice tinged with a hint of grievance, "Just now, why did you let him hold your hand?"

Clearly, she knew how dangerous Nangong Yan was! Why did she still act so intimately?

Qian Qi was bewildered, when did she let Nangong Yan hold her hand?

Qian Qi really felt wronged, even her entire face showed an expression of aggrieved innocence, her look of such pure innocence made it seem like Su Ang was being unreasonable.

Thus, Su Ang grew even more frustrated.

He was already reflecting on why he wanted to clear things up with her, yet seeing Nangong Yan and Qian Qi getting closer, even just now, when Nangong Yan’s hand touched her... she didn’t resist.

Does she like Nangong Yan?

[Just now, didn’t Nangong Yan’s hand touch your hand?] The system prompted as well, [You didn’t refuse!]

Qian Qi realized belatedly, exclaiming in surprise, "That the hell counts as holding hands? It was just a brush!"

[The brush from a man is no different than a deeper interaction, right?] The system mocked, [In any case, there was substantial contact!]

It felt like a wheel just rolled defly over her face, but never having been in a relationship, she couldn’t refute it.

But what she couldn’t understand was... "Why can’t I let him hold my hand?"

She looked puzzledly at the silver-haired youth, "Is there some special law here that his hand can’t touch? Or that I can’t be touched?"

Su Ang was slightly choked.

Right, why did he... he was probably worried that she, with her fledgling wings just escaped from Su Xingchen’s puppet strings, would fall into the unknown depths of the Nangong Family, so he was concerned...

He probably wasn’t...

Qian Qi extended her palm, after examining and pondering for a while, she suddenly grabbed Su Ang’s palm, her slender fingers interlaced with his, slowly tightening her grip, then wondered, "Is this... illegal?"

Looking at the sudden warmth in the girl’s grasp, a strange and scorching heat rushed like a surging tide to the silver-haired youth’s neck, quickly spreading to his earlobes, cheeks, and entire head, instantly dyeing his fair skin red.

The young man’s whole body stiffened, the palm held by her was burning hot, he couldn’t tell whether it was his own rising temperature or the girl’s unique warmth. His eyes stared blankly at the innocent-looking girl, as if his frozen fingers weren’t his own, and all he could hear was the dull thumping of his chest.

"Thud! Thud! Thud..."

At some point, the stiff fingertips slightly trembled, as if he came back to his senses. His long fingers gradually curled, intending to reciprocate by wrapping her small hand within his palm.