Translator: Larbre Studio  Editor: Larbre Studio
He was nothing but the dog of an irrelevant familyâ¦
Pathetic.
These words filled his thoughts. He was red with anger.
Just as he was ready to fight back, Quan Jin uttered, âIndeed, when you give in too much, some dogs start to take it for granted. You exploited my feelings so that you can force me to donate my heart to save your lover? When I leave in disappointment, you suddenly realize what you have done and take your words back? After all of that, you used this relationship as an excuseâthinking that I would return to you!â
The more Quan Jin said, the darker Mo Qingtianâs expression became. Oh, how he wanted to retortâ¦
âI will never in my life look at you again!â
Under Quan Jinâs intense and arrogant stare, Mo Qingtian could not say a word.
âSon of aââ Quan Jin tried to suppress the urge to curse him out.
Ignoring an appalled and confused An Yunnuan, Quan Jin turned to leave under the watch of a few guards who were beyond impressed by her.
Quan Jin slowed down as she passed by the security officers.
In that precise moment, Quan Jin was, for a lack of better words, gentle.
âThrow these two barking dogs out right nowâ
What did she sayâthrow these dogs out!?
The leader of the security team was stunned, only for a moment, before coming back to his senses, âYes, maâam.â
âForget the courtesy,â Quan Jin replied.
There was a moment of silence.
Damn, habits die hard.
âThank You.â
The team leader did not seem to disagree with her, and excitedly interlocked his fingers.
Since her tenth birthday, her body had progressively deteriorated. Within a month she had become weak and frail, cause unknown.
All the elders were losing hope, the position of the heir was in danger. The higher-ups in the company had decided to remove her from her position. Once that was implemented, she was no longer going to be protected by the Quan family.
âQuan Jin! You evil woman, I dare you! Let go of me! I am Mo Qingtian of the Mo family, if any of you dare to touch meââ
Quan Jin picked her ear as Mo Qingtian barked away. She walked toward his car, keys still hanging in the lock. She opened the door and sat down, buckled up and revved up the engine. She pushed down on the accelerator, hands on the wheel.
âSecurity! Chop one of his fingers off immediately!â
He stared at her with bloodshot eyes, silent.
âMo Qingtian, remember, the girl that had liked you was already dead, and right now you canât afford to offend me!â
And off she went in his limousine, right before Mo Qingtianâs eyes.