On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

So it was Si Qing who plotted against her?

In an instant, Jiang Yinghua tensed up, the pores on her back bristled, and her mind went completely blank.

The others were also startled and instinctively held their breath.

Only Master Si would openly fire a gun in broad daylight!

Yu Jinzhao couldn't help but glance at Si Qing again, seeing him facing Jiang Yinghua sideways, tall and straight like a pine tree, his profile cold and aloof.

Even though you can't see his face or sense his emotions, he exudes a chilling and sinister aura that captivates the soul.

His pale, jade-like fingers hooked around the gun rack, tossing it up and down lazily, as if playing with some insignificant object. His leisurely and carefree movements sent shivers down everyone's spines.

Jiang Yinghua, in particular, felt her heart leap into her throat.

She wanted to run away, but her body went limp, and she trembled with fear, "Brother Qing, you..."

Suddenly, Si Qing half-squatted down in front of her, his gentle gaze falling on the bloody hole on the back of her hand, and he spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I didn't see it clearly just now, so I missed."

Jiang Yinghua's heart skipped a beat, the fear in her eyes hadn't subsided yet, and she stared blankly at him.

Si Qing scrutinized the fear in her eyes, narrowed his charming eyes slightly, and then revealed a handsome and gentle smile.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

His serious expression made it seem to onlookers that he was concerned about Jiang Yinghua.

However, Yu Jinzhao knew that this man was very sick. He loved to hurt people and enjoy watching them suffer, as it proved that he was excited.

She silently lit an incense stick for Jiang Yinghua in her heart, wishing her a safe journey!

Jiang Yinghua was stunned for a few seconds, and her face slowly turned red.

The man's gentle voice was like an evening breeze caressing a boat, touching her heart and making her feel a tingling sensation in her chest, which even lessened the pain in her hands.

She thought Si Qing was coming for her, but it turns out he missed!

The way he cares about her now suggests that this shot was originally meant for that vain woman.

He knew that she was his family. Although he was usually cold to her and didn't like to talk to her, it was just his personality. In fact, he would protect her subconsciously.

So, he's standing up for her!

Having seen Si Qing's coldness so often, his sudden gentleness made me a little uncomfortable and shy.

She blushed, feeling flattered and flattered, and said gently and considerately,

"No, it doesn't hurt... I'm fine, you don't need to blame yourself, you didn't do it on purpose..."

Come to think of it, she took a bullet for that vain woman, which made Si Qing feel so guilty and created unnecessary rift between them. Biting her lip, she said aggrievedly.

"It's all because of her. I just came to pick a few lychees to take back for my friends to try, but she not only stopped me, she also kicked me..."

As she spoke, she opened the palm of her other hand, revealing the lychee she had picked.

Si Qing smiled faintly, his expression languid yet cold, "It really is this hand."

Her face flushed slightly. "Brother Qing, I know that the lychee was for me..."

"boom."

A gunshot, unsilenced, startled the birds perched on the lychee tree, which chirped and fluttered away into the sky, scattering leaves everywhere.

Before Jiang Yinghua could finish speaking, she felt another sharp pain in her palm, and a new bloody hole came into view. It felt as if a piece of flesh had been ripped out. She was in so much pain that she curled up on the ground and rolled around. Her screams were so loud that they made everyone's scalps tingle and they all backed away, not daring to look at her for long.

Si Qing stood up unhurriedly, wisps of white smoke rising from the gun hole and swirling around his fingertips.

"Yes, that's right."

The man's crimson lips curled into a casual smile, his handsome face cool and aloof, like a cold moon hanging in the sky. His temperament was a mixture of righteousness and evil, the smile at the corner of his mouth intertwined with the coldness in his eyes, like the extremes of compassion and wickedness.

Yu Jinzhao felt a sudden tightness in her chest, even though she already knew his madness perfectly well.

But facing him again, I couldn't help but curse under my breath, "What a madman!"