Chapter 771: The Great War (5)

Zheng Rumeng blinked and tried her best not to cry. She was no longer that simple and ignorant girl from before; there was no one to save her now, and she could only save herself.

Qin Yi looked at Zheng Rumeng, who had a dark expression on his face, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly. Then, she casually picked up the white porcelain teacup at the side and said gently, “Forget it, nothing done forcibly is going to be pleasant. Since Miss Zheng is so reluctant to follow me, I am not going to make things difficult. However, we did bring Miss Zheng back. I’m not very interested in crystal cores or anything else, but I appreciate jade carvings and I remember that the Zheng family has an ancestral treasure, Jiu Qu Ling Long. I wonder if young master Zheng would be willing to give it up?”

Zheng Rumeng didn’t believe that Qin Yi would be so nice, but this was the only way she could leave.

She knew about Jiu Qu Ling Long as well, and it wasn’t really precious; it was just jade with a small bell and could only be a small piece of jewelry.

But she had heard that the ancestors got it from somewhere and it was very precious. Unfortunately, the Zheng family didn’t know what function it had, even after several generations.

A little bell in exchange for her freedom— it was simply a bargain.

When Zheng Zhong heard Qin Yi’s proposal, he was slightly surprised. That Jiu Qu Ling Long was just white sand in his eyes, and if he could win the heart of this beauty with it, he was certainly willing.

But it was very precious to his mother. At the beginning of the apocalypse, he wanted to sell it for food, but was scolded by his mother. She refused to let him do anything to it.

Zheng Zhong was somewhat hesitant, but he didn’t want to see the beauty disappointed. He thought about it for a long time before smiling faintly, “That thing is my mother’s treasure. I need to go back and discuss it with her.”

Qin Yi also did not want Zheng Zhong to simply agree, so she replied indifferently, “Got it. Young master Zheng Master should think about it first. As for Miss Zheng, since you don’t like being by my side, you should go back with young master Zheng first.

“Goodbye. I won’t be walking you guys out.”

Zheng Zhong wanted to talk to Qin Yi more, but she went straight back to the room impatiently.

This was the Chen family, and Zheng Zhong did not dare to mess around. He was afraid of leaving a bad impression on Qin Yi, so he hurriedly left with Zheng Rumeng.

At this moment, Qin Yi was forced to sit on Yun Huan’s lap. She lifted her head, accepting someone’s torrential kisses.

She leaned her head slightly, her slender fingers stroking Yun Huan’s slightly stiff hair, his hoarse, sexy breaths by her ear.

After the kiss, Yun Huan’s lips lingered on Qin Yi’s fair neck. His hot kisses fell, and red plums blossomed.

“Qiqi, Zheng Zhong is coveting you!” Yun Huan’s voice was very low, but Qin Yi could sense his grief and resentment.

Qin Yi smiled faintly, her phoenix eyes bright and clear.

“I know, but I hate him. Big brother Huan, can you help me punish him?”

Qin Yi’s tone was affectionate, but also a little coquettish.

The knot in Yun Huan’s heart dissipated slightly and his pursed lips finally became a little loose. He clearly knew that the little fella was currying favor with him, but why was he still so excited?

Yun Huan gently bit the tip of Qin Yi’s nose, “I would be polite then.”

He had long found Zheng Zhong an eyesore. Previously, when there was Chen Che around, he didn’t touch Zheng Zhong. But he should not have any ideas toward Qin Yi— old debt and new feud, he shall deal with them altogether.

On the way home, Zheng Zhong suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. What’s going on? Was something about to happen?