vrcanaries Chapter 141 Young Master Rong
Chapter 141 Young Master Rong
Chapter 141 Young Master Rong
"Changqing, what are you saying?" Rong Ziqing's sharp eyes narrowed, and he drawled, "As a descendant of the Rong family, you have been nurtured by the Rong family. You should repay the Rong family's kindness for the rest of your life. Besides, you are the vice president!"
Rong Changqing's lips curled slightly, and he lowered his eyes and sneered: "Don't try to intimidate me with that. I don't care about the surname 'Rong' as much as your mother does."
Rong Ziqing's expression darkened, his face turning frosty: "Changqing, don't let Dad hear you say that!"
Rong Changqing chuckled softly, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Threatening me? When have I ever been afraid?"
Rong Ziqing abruptly withdrew her cold gaze, her face showing displeasure: "Since you have this attitude, why did you come here in the first place?"
"I told you, I'm coming to play." Rong Changqing raised his lips, clearly pleased by Rong Ziqing's attitude.
Lu Qianqian felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. The two men had such strong auras that their simple conversation was full of tension, making her back break out in a cold sweat.
Rong Ziqing simply stopped talking and remained upright, sitting properly on the sofa.
The air pressure at the scene was getting lower and lower, and Lu Qianqian held her breath nervously. She didn't even know when the plane took off.
Rong Changqing sensed the stiffness emanating from her body and asked, looking down, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Lu Qianqian shook her head, glanced cautiously at Rong Ziqing, and then whispered to Rong Changqing, "Your brother has a strong presence; I'm not used to it."
Rong Changqing smiled leisurely, put his lips close to her ear, and whispered in her ear, "Just a little old-fashioned person who deliberately tries to be old-fashioned. If you're not used to it, I'll take you to your room to rest."
Lu Qianqian's gaze unconsciously drifted to Rong Ziqing again. Seeing that he still maintained that cold and rigid demeanor, she quickly looked away and nodded repeatedly, "Let's go, let's go, hurry up and go."
Rong Changqing chuckled softly, stood up, put his arm around her waist, and turned to walk directly to the room next door, completely ignoring Rong Ziqing in the lounge, and even leaving Fa Cai there.
After the two of them left, Rong Ziqing scoffed, "No respect for elders."
Han Tianlei, Rong Ziqing's secretary, spoke up: "The second young master has always been like this, so why bother arguing with him?"
Rong Ziqing simply closed his eyes to rest, and said sarcastically, "His appearance is a disgrace to the Rong family. Go and investigate the background of the woman beside him."
Han Tianlei replied, "Yes!"
Inside the room, Lu Qianqian was finally able to move her stiff limbs a little, and then lay limply on the bed: "Your brother is so young, but he acts like a man in his fifties or sixties. It's tiring just to look at him."
Take social media for example; there's more coverage of Rong Changqing's scandalous affairs than of celebrities in the entertainment industry.
However, Lu Qianqian didn't dare to touch Rong Ziqing, the young master. Even if she occasionally caught some gossip, she would obediently pretend she didn't see it and turn away. The rest of the time, it was just the occasional report from official media, which was mostly positive publicity about the company's finances. Therefore, Lu Qianqian didn't know much about this future leader of Rong's military industry.
I never expected that the person I met today would be so meticulous. Just a few words from him made me break out in a cold sweat.
Rong Changqing sat down next to her, leaning against the headboard on the soft couch. His gaze was gentle, but he lowered his voice and said, "Be good, we won't mention him anymore."
Lu Qianqian was taken aback: "Huh?"
Rong Changqing said, "Just treat him like he's not there. If you see him, just pretend you didn't."
Lu Qianqian pouted: "That's impolite."
She's not a member of the Rong family. If she treats Rong Ziqing with this attitude, how can she expect the Rong family to accept her in the future?
As Rong Changqing played with a strand of her hair, he said softly, "No one can separate the person I've chosen from in this world. And you don't need to restrain yourself just because you're with me. Just do whatever you want, and I'll protect you from behind."
Bang, bang, bang...
Lu Qianqian felt her heart was about to jump out of her chest, and her face was so red it could boil an egg.
These words pierced her heart, and she will never forget them for the rest of her life.
Seeing her like this, Rong Changqing was amused and reached out to ruffle her hair: "What? Touched?"
"Yes!" Lu Qianqian nodded directly in response, looking at him with deep emotion, "I'm touched."
Rong Changqing was slightly taken aback, but quickly came to his senses. However, the smile on his lips widened, and he began to ruffle her hair more wantonly with his hand on her head: "Silly girl."
Lu Qianqian was unconvinced and grabbed his large hand, saying in a charming voice, "Who's stupid? Explain yourself."
"Are you stupid?" Rong Changqing exerted a little force and easily freed his hand from hers, then placed it on her head and began to toss and turn her hair.
"Stop doing this." Lu Qianqian chuckled as she tried to fix her hair. "I'd rather lose my head than have my hair messed up. Stop it now!"
Rong Changqing seemed to have gotten addicted to teasing her, so he flipped over and straddled her, placing his hands on her head and continuing to mess with her hair.
Lu Qianqian felt like her hair was a bird's nest. Since she couldn't break free, she would fight back.
She reached out, grabbed Rong Changqing's hair, and messed with it: "Ah, that's not fair! Your hair is so short, I can't mess it up no matter what!"
"If you have a temper, why don't you cut your hair like mine?"
Lu Qianqian laughed in exasperation: "Then we'll be best buddies!"
"Hello, little brother!"
"Dude, stop being childish and stop. Curly hair isn't so easy to style."
Upon hearing this, Rong Changqing stopped what he was doing, looked at Lu Qianqian who had already transformed into a "Mei Chaofeng" (a character from a popular Chinese folktale), and burst into laughter. He even took out his phone and snapped a couple of pictures.
"Hey!" Lu Qianqian jumped up in fright. Rong Changqing was caught off guard and was immediately attacked by Lu Qianqian.
At the same time, the plane lurched violently as it cut through the air currents. Lu Qianqian lost her balance and fell directly onto Rong Changqing, her teeth hitting his forehead, causing her excruciating pain.
"Ouch...it hurts!" Lu Qianqian cried out, opened her eyes to look at Rong Changqing, and burst out laughing, "I'm sorry...ha...hahaha."
On Rong Changqing's forehead, there was a mark left by her teeth, which looked a lot like Bao Gong's crescent moon.
"Is that funny?" Rong Changqing raised an eyebrow. "Are your teeth made of stone?"
Lu Qianqian laughed until tears streamed down her face: "I was going to say, is your forehead made of iron? It hurts so much!"
"You think you can get a mark on something made of iron? Look at how you're laughing now!" Rong Changqing laughed in anger and tapped her forehead with his hand. "Hurry up and find me a mirror to look at yourself."