Quick Wear Dream Qiqi

The smell of disinfectant outside the delivery room was so pungent that it made people frown. Two-year-old Meng Qinqin stood on tiptoe and clung to the glass, her pigtails swaying with her movements.

When the second cry came from the delivery room, she spun around excitedly: "Mom gave birth! I have a little sister!"

Meng Qiqi opened her eyes drowsily and met a pair of wet almond-shaped eyes.

The little girl in front of her was wearing a puffy princess dress and was drawing crooked little people on a notebook with crayons. When she saw that she had woken up, she immediately held up the picture in front of her and said, "Look, sister! This is mommy, this is daddy, and the two of us!"

The adaptation period of tire wear was smoother than expected.

Their father, Meng Zhi, is the decisive president of the Meng Group, but he always reads fairy tales to them before bed; their mother, Ye Qing, is a national first-class actress, but she always makes a mess in the kitchen.

Whenever this happened, Meng Qinqin would hold up her children's camera and take pictures of her mother's flustered look, making the whole family laugh.

The incident happened on a rainy night when I was twelve years old.

When the harsh sound of brakes pierced through the rain, Meng Qiqi was practicing in the piano room.

When she arrived at the hospital, all that was left in the corridor was Meng Qinqin's heart-wrenching cries.

Under the white sheets, the mother's blood-stained cuffs were revealed. It was her favorite silk shirt, embroidered with the initials of the two sisters.

"Don't be afraid, uncle is here." Meng Yi hugged the trembling sisters with red eyes, but his eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses swept across the surveillance cameras on the wall of the hospital.

That night, when Meng Qiqi was tidying up her father's study, she accidentally discovered evidence that her uncle had sent someone to tamper with the financial statements - it turned out that her uncle had been secretly eroding the shares of Meng's Group over the years.

"Sister, we have to leave here." Late at night, Meng Qiqi woke up the sleeping Meng Qinqin.

The moonlight shone through the gaps in the curtains onto her sister's resolute little face. Meng Qinqin suddenly remembered that when she was two years old, the moonlight was also shining on her sister's wrinkled little face outside the delivery room.

Duan Cheng, the head of the Duan family, is my father's brother.

When Meng Qiqi showed up at the Duan family's old house with the USB drive, Duan Cheng stared at the evidence on the screen. After a long silence, he patted her head and said, "Good girl, go abroad and come back when you grow up."

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

The broadcast in the airport lobby played flight information in a loop, and Meng Qiqi dragged her suitcase towards the bathroom.

The girl in the mirror has lost her baby fat, but her eyes still carry the stubbornness of her childhood.

She had just tidied up her wind-messed hair when she heard the dull thud of something heavy falling from the cubicle.

"Sir?" She knocked on the door tentatively, but no one answered.

The moment I opened the door, a strong smell of blood hit me in the face.

A man was lying on the ground, his black shirt soaked in blood, but his pale face was surprisingly beautiful. The teardrop mole at the end of his eye looked frighteningly seductive against the bloody background.

He was still clutching a half-broken cufflink with the word "DY" engraved on it.

There were hurried footsteps in the corridor. Meng Qiqi didn't have time to think about it and pulled off her scarf to wrap the man's wound.

"Don't make a sound." She lowered her voice and helped the man up.

While the man was half conscious, he smelled the faint scent of jasmine in her hair.

"Have you seen a man in black?" Several strong men wearing sunglasses rushed into the bathroom.

Meng Qiqi deliberately let the suitcase hit the wall, pointed in the opposite direction and shouted, "It went that way!"

When the footsteps faded away, she realized that the man in her arms was unconscious and his body temperature was frighteningly hot.

Meng Qiqi's hands were shaking when she hid the person in the suitcase.

This was the first time she had done such a thrilling thing at the airport, but she inexplicably recalled her calmness when she found evidence in her father's study at the age of twelve.

When leaving the airport, the security officer took a second look at the suitcase. She immediately smiled sweetly and said, "This is a gift for my sister. It's fragile!"

Meng Qiqi didn't breathe a sigh of relief until she settled the person in the hotel room.

The man's hair on his forehead was soaked with cold sweat, and his eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes.

She had just wiped the blood off his face with a towel when her cell phone rang - it was Meng Qinqin urging her to go to the old house.

"Mr. DY, take care." Meng Qiqi put the antipyretic medicine on the bedside table and turned to leave.

The unconscious Duan Yu suddenly grabbed her wrist, his strength weak but stubborn: "Don't go..."

Meng Qiqi pried open his fingers, but her movements were very gentle: "My name is Meng Qiqi. If we are destined to meet again, we will meet again."

She didn't notice that the corners of the man's mouth rose slightly, and before he fell into coma, he engraved the name into his heart.

The bronze lion at the door of the old house is still majestic, but it cannot block the hidden waves inside the door.

Meng Yi took the sisters' luggage with a fake smile, while Yu Qian pulled Meng Qinqin up and down and looked her over: "Look at our Qinqin, she has grown into a big girl."

But his words implied that he regretted that Meng Qinqin did not enter the entertainment industry, which wasted Ye Qing's good genes.

Meng Qiqi tightened her grip on the red wine glass.

Ten years later, the uncle's family has completely controlled the Meng Group, and they sisters are just fish on the chopping board.

But when she caught a glimpse of her father's portrait hanging on the living room wall, her nails dug deep into her palms - this time, she would not let anyone manipulate her.

At the same time, in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, Duan Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

The smell of disinfectant made him frown, but the memory was eerily clear.

The girl named Meng Qiqi, with a jasmine-scented embrace and gentle words before leaving.

He touched his chest, where a note was stuck. Inscribed in elegant handwriting was the message: "Remember to return my scarf when we meet next time."

"Master, you're finally awake!" The assistant pushed the door open and saw the note in Duan Yu's hand. "What is this?"

Duan Yu's lips curled up dangerously, but his eyes were incredibly gentle: "Help me find someone, even if I have to dig deep into the ground, I will find her."

The night was dark outside the window, and the neon lights illuminated the determination in his eyes.

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Late at night, when everyone was asleep, Meng Qiqi leaned against the window of the guest room in the old house. The moonlight shone through the carved glass, casting mottled shadows on the floor.

The phone screen suddenly lit up, and the caller ID displayed the words "Xiao You" glowing coldly in the darkness.

"Boss, you're back!" A familiar hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone, with the metallic clang of loaded guns in the background. "The organization is ready and at your disposal at any time."

Meng Qiqi turned the silver ring on her ring finger, which was the exclusive token of the Yeqi organization.

Her voice was as cold as ice: "For now, hold off. I came back to take back my parents' things."

The shadows of the trees outside the window swayed in the wind, and she seemed to be back to the time when she was twelve years old, curled up in front of the safe in her father's study, and discovered the scene of her uncle's conspiracy.

After hanging up the phone, she turned on the computer, and the blue light of the screen illuminated the cold light in her eyes.

During these years abroad, she appeared to be a talented pianist at a well-known music conservatory, but in reality, she controlled the world's top killer organization "Ye Qi".

The organization's intelligence network has long penetrated into various fields, including the Meng Group. The financial data constantly refreshing on the computer at this moment is clearly showing the evidence of Meng Yi's embezzlement of assets over the years.

The next morning, the atmosphere at the dinner table was so depressing that it felt like water could be squeezed out of it.

Meng Yi stirred the coffee with a silver spoon, his eyes scanning the two sisters from behind his glasses: "Qinqin, Qiqi, uncle is doing this for your own good."

He put down his cup, making a crisp clinking sound. "The Duan family has been in the spotlight at the bidding fair recently. Marrying them will only benefit the Meng family."

Meng Qinqin's hands were shaking slightly as she held the napkin. She had just graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts and was full of anticipation for future art exhibitions.

Meng Qiqi was very calm. She gently turned the coffee cup in her hand and asked casually, "I heard that the young masters of the Duan family are all well-known playboys?"

Yu Qian immediately took over the conversation, a fake smile on her brightly lipsticked lips: "Qiqi, what you said is true. It's normal for men to like to play when they are young. The second son of the Duan family likes racing, and the third son is obsessed with online games. As long as they can be controlled by their husbands, won't they be obedient?"

She glanced at Meng Qinqin meaningfully and said, "Besides, Qinqin is an artist and Qiqi studies music. Marrying her would be a good opportunity for them to take care of the family and not interfere with your hobbies."

Meng Qiqi suddenly chuckled, her voice as clear as a silver bell.

She put down her coffee cup and looked directly into Meng Yi's eyes: "Uncle, since you are so concerned about our lifelong affairs, why don't you first tell me where the 30 million overseas investment of Meng Group last year went?"

The restaurant fell into silence in an instant.

Meng Yi's face flushed red, and the fork in Yu Qian's hand fell onto the plate with a clang.

Meng Qiqi, however, acted as if nothing had happened and elegantly wiped the corners of her mouth with her napkin: "It's just a casual question, uncle, there's no need to be so nervous."

That afternoon, the Duan family sent someone to deliver a letter of intent for marriage.

Meng Qiqi unfolded the gold-embossed invitation and ran her fingertips over the name "Duan Yu" - exactly the same as the initials of the man at the airport. The world is really small.

She remembered the warmth of the man's grip on her wrist before he passed out, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Qiqi, do we really have to agree to this?" Meng Qinqin walked into the room, holding a drawing board, her pretty face full of worry. "I've inquired about it. Although the young masters of the Duan family appear to be ridiculous on the surface, I heard that privately..."

"I know." Meng Qiqi closed the invitation, stood up and opened the curtains.

The sunlight poured in, illuminating the sharpness in her eyes. "They appear to be dandies, but in reality, they each hold real power. The Duan family's move is to control the Meng family through marriage, and my uncle is just taking advantage of this opportunity."

She turned around and took out a black safe from deep in the closet. After entering the password, she found guns and precision instruments neatly stacked inside.

Meng Qinqin widened her eyes. She had never known that her gentle sister had such a side.

"Don't worry, I won't let anyone manipulate us." Meng Qiqi put a miniature pistol into her waistband. "This marriage is just the first step to take back what belongs to us."

She took out her phone and dialed a number: "Xiao You, help me find out the detailed information of the young masters of the Duan family, especially Duan Yu."

After hanging up the phone, she walked to the dressing table and put on her iconic gold-rimmed glasses.

What was reflected in the mirror was no longer the second daughter of the Meng family who was at the mercy of others, but the feared leader of the Yeqi organization.

The sky outside the window was covered with dark clouds, and a storm was about to come, but she was no longer the little girl who hid behind Duan Cheng.

At the same time, in the Duan family's old house, Duan Yu was playing with the half cufflink and listening to his subordinates reporting on the Meng family's movements.

When he heard Meng Qiqi's attitude towards the marriage, he smiled with determination: "Interesting, it's exactly what I thought."

He dialed the internal line: "Inform everyone, proceed as planned."

As the night deepened, Meng Qiqi stood on the balcony, looking at the brightly lit Duan family mansion in the distance.

The phone vibrated, and Xiao You sent a message: "Boss, I found out! Duan Yu appears to be a playboy who hangs out in nightclubs, but in fact he controls the core business of the Duan family, and..."

The following words made her pupils shrink suddenly - "He has been secretly investigating the car accident of the Mengzhi couple that year."

The wind blew her long hair and Meng Qiqi held her cell phone tightly.

It seems that this marriage is far more complicated than she imagined.

But so what?

She lowered her eyes to hide the cold light in them.

No matter how many conspiracies and traps lie ahead, she will take back everything that belongs to her parents and make all those who have hurt them pay the price.