"An Zhiyi, you can think about it," Ai Binglan's soft lips curved in a cold and pleasant arc, "After the mall is built, thousands of people will walk around above your mother's body every day.
, what do you... feel?"
"Ai Binglan, how dare you!" An Zhiyi's eyes instantly turned blood red. He was like an enraged beast, with his half-long brown hair dancing in the wind, showing how manic its owner was.
"An Zhiyi! I dare!" She raised her head high, proudly like a queen standing on top of ice and snow.
Yes!
She dares!
She is no longer the cowardly Ai Binglan who only cried and shed tears a year ago!
She wanted everything the An family owed to be paid back to her.
Her father is dead and will never come back, but she wants to get back the pain that An Jia has inflicted on her!
"Ai Binglan, what do you want to do?" An Zhiyi's eyes were blood red, and every word was forced out through the gaps between his teeth.
If there is anything else in this world that he misses and cherishes, it is only his mother.
He is so gentle, such a pitiful mother...
"I want you to be the lowest by my side..." Her eyes were as cold as an ice sword, slowly piercing An Zhiyi's chest bit by bit, "Slave!"
An Zhiyi stared at her, his nails piercing the palms of his hands, blood dripping from his clenched fists, splashing coquettish flowers one after another on the snow-white floor tiles.
"Ai Binglan, you are cruel!" If looks could kill, Ai Binglan had died thousands of times in his eyes.
Ai Binglan raised her lips sarcastically, "Thank you for the compliment, I thank you for it!"
Their two eyes collided fiercely in mid-air, one as fierce as fire, the other as cold as ice.
"An Zhiyi, do you want to be the lowest slave around me or let me build the largest shopping mall on your mother's grave? You only have thirty seconds to think about it." A beautiful smile appeared on Ai Binglan's lips.
Like the snow lotus blooming on the top of Tianshan Mountain.
"You..." This is the second time in An Zhiyi's life that he has experienced this kind of anger and pain. The first time was when his mother fell to her death and left him.
That kind of pain is like a shadow, accompanying every breath. Every time I take a breath, the scars on my heart add to the pain.
The pain in his chest seemed to burst into pieces. He would rather die than be Ai Binglan's slave.
But at this moment, it seems that he doesn't even have the right to choose death.
"Ai Binglan, you hate me, don't you? I can pay for your life, do an autopsy, Ling Chi, and divide the body into five horses. I can die by myself, and you will still be clean and don't have to bear the burden of human life." Although he knew that the hope was slim, he still wanted to give it a try.
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"Oh, you understand better than me. Sometimes it's easier to die than to live. I hate you so much, how could I let you die so easily?" Ai Binglan's smile was still beautiful but cold.
"Miss Ai, I am willing to take the place of my brother," An Zhiluo, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "My brother did something wrong because of my bad teaching as an elder brother. If Miss Ai is willing to let An Jia go, I am willing to take the place of my brother."
, be the lowest slave around Miss Ai."
He said such unbearable words in such an elegant voice. The sun shone on him through the large floor-to-ceiling windows. His skin was white and his smile was beautiful, and he was as clean as an angel.
"Luo!" An Zhiyi exhaled softly.
Does he know what he's talking about?
Ai Binglan hates him so much. If he comes to her to be the lowest slave, what awaits him will not only be pain, but also shame!
An Zhiluo crossed An Zhiyi and blocked An Zhiyi behind him.
As a twin brother, he certainly knew how proud An Zhiyi was. He would rather die, be quartered by five horses, and be chopped into pieces by a thousand cuts than Ling Chi, who was unwilling to be despised.
Of course he doesn't want to be looked down upon, but he has a responsibility on his shoulders.
Letting his brother live well and with dignity is his biggest responsibility!
Therefore, he chose to pay off An Zhiyi's debt.
"Miss Ai, the An family owes you, I will repay it for the An family, can you let the An family go?" His smile was like the bright moon, and the golden light shrouded his body with a thin halo, as beautiful as the moonlight.
"You?" Ai Bing's beautiful blue and black pupils flashed a few sparkles.
An Zhiluo!
An Zhiluo, who has exactly the same face as An Zhiyi!
Eight years ago, would he be the one who saved her?
As if being pulled by a strange magical power, knowing that she shouldn't let An Zhiyi go so easily, she still stretched out her right hand behind her.
A piece of paper with a delicate fragrance was respectfully placed in her palm. She threw the paper at An Zhiluo's feet. Qingyue's voice was as cold as ice and snow, "Sign it!"
The three words "Deed of Sale" were clearly written on the top of the paper.
Someone came over from behind An Zhiluo, picked up the paper, bent down respectfully, and held it up with both hands. An Zhiluo held the paper in his hand, with an elegant and playful smile on his soft lips.
A contract of sale!
He knew that this kind of thing had no legal effect, and what Ai Binglan wanted was just to humiliate him in form.
"Luo!" An Zhiyi shouted unwillingly, his narrow eyes seemed to be dyed with blazing fire, ready to burn the people around him to pieces at any time.
"It doesn't matter!" An Zhiluo took the signature pen handed over by his subordinate and signed his name on the paper. The elegant and soft smile on his lips was still there, "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, it's fair!"
He signed the paper and handed it to Ai Binglan, but Ai Binglan didn't take it. She just looked at him with cold eyes. She was wearing a pure white dress without any decoration, but she was still aloof, holy and beautiful.
It's so high that one can only hope for it.
An Zhiluo's hand holding the paper stopped in mid-air, and Ai Bing's blue eyes, as beautiful as cold springs, were always looking at him without blinking, without any expression or warmth.
After a stalemate for a while, An Zhiluo suddenly smiled, and the beautiful smile bloomed like an epiphyllum, making everyone feel that the light in front of them suddenly became brighter.
"I understand," he nodded, chuckled, bent down his straight waist, and held the paper above his head with both hands, "Miss, I have signed the deed of sale, please check it."
His movements were graceful and smooth. It was clearly a bowing and bowing posture, but there was no hint of humility. The plain white paper stopped on the top of his black hair, showing only the beauty of a gentleman.
Everyone present stared at this incredible scene with wide eyes.
The eldest son of the An family, the most elegant and noble young man in the upper class, actually bowed his noble body to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl and sold himself into slavery!
Anjia, it’s over!
The era that belongs to the An family has passed, and the era that belongs to the Ai family is coming!
After a long time, until An Zhiyi almost clenched his fists and bit his teeth into pieces, Ai Binglan stretched out her slender fingers, gently pinched the deed of betrayal, and threw it behind her. The bodyguard behind her caught it.
Keep it.
An Zhiluo Huanhuan straightened up, her face as white as jade stained with a bit of flush, so beautiful and alluring that the wealthy ladies around her couldn't help but blush.
Secretly, it was a pity that it was not me who set up today's situation, otherwise this noble and beautiful young man would have become the person next to them.
However, these can only be thought about. How can Anjia, who has always been running around in the shopping mall, be so calculating?
Until now, they still feel that Anjia will collapse, it is like a dream.
"Did I tell you to get up?" Ai Binglan opened her lips slightly, her cold eyes were like the sea, as deep as the sea, and as beautiful as the sea.
An Zhiluo was stunned, clenched his fist slightly, and the beautiful smile on his lips froze slightly, and then quickly leaned over to apologize, "Miss, I'm sorry, I was wrong!"
"Ai Binglan, that's enough!" An Zhiyi pulled An Zhiluo apart with great force, almost knocking An Zhiluo to the ground. His eyes were bloodshot, as if filled with blood, the veins on his forehead were exposed, and his whole body was shaking.
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He was standing opposite Ai Binglan, and Ai Binglan could clearly see how angry and painful he was.
good!
very good!
It seems that torturing An Zhiluo caused him more pain than torturing himself!
This is exactly what she wants!
How much pain he caused her in the first place, she will pay him back a hundred times a thousand times today!
"An Zhiluo, come here." Her frivolous but slightly loving tone was like calling a pet dog next to her, full of disdain and contempt.
As soon as An Zhiluo walked up to her, she slapped him hard on the face. A few red marks suddenly appeared on his jade-white face, making An Zhiyi's bloody eyes even redder.
"Ai Binglan!" He forced these words out from between his teeth. If possible, he would fight to be cut into pieces by a thousand knives and his body would be dismembered with random blades. He would also drag her to die with him!
"My ears are very good and I can hear." She curved her lips and signaled to her men behind her to tie An Zhiluo up. She looked at An Zhiyi with her chin slightly raised, "An Zhiyi, what he will suffer in the future will be a hundred times more miserable than today.
, this is what you owe me, let him repay it for you, you don’t have to suffer, you don’t have to be humiliated, you have earned it, you should be happy!"
"No!" An Zhiyi roared with blood-red eyes: "Let go of my brother, I am willing to go with you! Let him go!"
Ai Binglan looked at her sarcastically, her red lips as soft as petals, but she spoke cold and ruthless words, "Have you figured it out now? It's too late! Don't worry, I will treat your brother well!"
"You bastard! Let go of my brother!" All of An Zhiyi's evil laziness was gone, only the out-of-control madness.
Ai Binglan smiled slightly, raised her delicate chin, turned around gracefully, and said, "Take him away!"
She turned around and walked out. An Zhiyi frantically wanted to follow her, but was blocked by a dozen men in black lined up in a row.
The movements of these dozen people were uniform, as fast as the wind, and ghostly. Their cold, solemn and sinister murderous aura almost made everyone in the hall dare not move, except for one person.
It was a little girl who looked to be only seven or eight years old. She was sitting on a chair next to the crystal table, eating melon seeds leisurely. The atmosphere in the hall was so tense that it seemed like it was about to explode. Everyone was so angry that they did not dare to express themselves, for fear of
In trouble, only the little girl was eating melon seeds leisurely.
The sound of click, click, click was particularly clear and noticeable in the silent hall.
