chapter 6.2

The original owner was used and framed but did not know it, little by little his reputation was tarnished by them, smearing the grandeur of the century-old Qiao family over and over.

Qiao Yang sneered in his heart, do not let them know my current nature. I am afraid that in the future they will still think about pestering me.

He gave a light laugh, “Then… let’s go ah.”

The man’s chin gently lifted, the phoenix eyes narrowed like crescent moon, his gaze was as sharp as a knife, wearing an indescribable look.

It made Ling Wei’s heart jump inexplicably.

He gawked dumbfoundedly at Qiao Yang, and didn’t react until the person arrived in front of him.

It was as if his momentum was cut off, Liang Wei became annoyed and gritted his teeth, You just try to pretend and wait to see how you will cry tomorrow!

The largest VIP room on the fourth floor was Liang Wei’s and their home turf.

The atmosphere inside the room was treacherous and disorienting, cigarette smoke filled the air. Each of these rich second-generation heirs was surrounded by scantily clad women and young boys with white skin.

Qiao Yang frowned, found an empty corner and sat down, then asked straightforwardly, “Go ahead, what do you want to play?”

Liang Wei immediately pushed a young boy over, a casual smile of triumph at the corner of his mouth, “How? The brothers got it for you, interesting enough?”

The boy was of average height, but he had a pretty face and a well-proportioned figure. Tight and shapely clothes outline the boy’s slim waist and slightly upturned hips.

It was just that his slightly withdrawn look and unnatural movements showed how uncomfortable he was in this environment.

He bent his head and glanced at Qiao Yang quietly, then quickly looked away.

Qiao Yang raised his eyes and looked at Liang Wei, “What’s the meaning of this?”

“It’s not?!”

Someone on the side exclaimed with a laugh, reminding him, “Have Young Master Qiao forget about people like that?”

“He’s Mo Yu ah, the guy you chased in high school! You think again.”

“Young Master Qiao was sent out of the country because of him.”

Qiao Yang, “……”

He remembered.

The original owner fell in love with a male high school student named Mo Yu.

The little young master with a prideful and a bit of paranoid personality. When liking someone, he would strongly begin his pursuit, sending various gifts everyday. Forcing people to be with him.

When Mo Yu did not agree, he was scolded fiercely by him, and was almost beaten by him.

Mo Yu was timid and didn’t know how to resist. In addition, because of the Qiao family’s influence he did not dare to refuse. In the end, in order to escape from the original owner, he was too scared to go to school, yet the original owner ran to his home to harass them.

Qiao Tiancheng flew into a rage when he found out about this incident, and severely taught the original owner a lesson. In order to prevent him from harassing Mo Yu, he directly sent him abroad.

Qiao Yang was speechless, What is all this?!

How much of a mess does the original owner have that he needs to clean up!

Mo Yu stood by Qiao Yang’s side while apologizing helplessly and nervously, “Qiao Yang… no, no Young Master Qiao, back then I was young and ignorant. Still, I hope Young Master Qiao can forgive me.”

Qiao Yang slightly moved to avoid him and said softly, “No, it was my fault for causing you to drop out of school in the first place, the person who should apologize is me.”

Mo Yu was a bit stunned but waved his hand and said, “No, no, no, it was because I was unable to recognize your good intentions back then and failed to live up to Young Master Qiao’s deep love.”

Then he picked up a bottle of whiskey from the table, poured it into a round bottom glass filled with ice, and handed it to Qiao Yang with both hands up.

Qiao Yang did not take it.

He saw that Mo Yu’s hands were trembling.

There was also a moment when the wine poured out, he also saw a little bit of subtle turbidity, which dyed the amber high-grade whisky with a layer of disgust and contradiction.

He was thirteen years old the year Qiao Sheng opened the bar.

In order to save on rent, the two brothers moved from the cramped rental house into the upper level of the bar.

In the dark alley, there were often terrible noises of fights, screams and cries, piercing the tranquility of the night.

Violence and lust kept the average person from the place. Only the degenerate would come here, the young and vigorous men, voluptuous and soft women, that were numbed by tobacco and alcohol would come here to abandon all restraints.

Qiao Yang spent his teenage years in such an environment.

Qiao Sheng would be mixing drinks outside, entertaining with all sorts of guests. As for him, he would sit behind the counter doing his homework and playing the piano. When he was bored during the day, Qiao Sheng would teach him about the types of wine and the techniques of mixing the drinks.

However, Qiao Sheng forbade him to drink, and he only knew the types and attributes of wine from the color and smell, and the change of the color when the wine was mixed. Over time, he could determine what was added inside through his keen sense of sight and smell.

Qiao Yang looked around at Liang Wei and the other’s expression, and then at Mo Yu, whose body was slightly trembling, and he had some suspicions.

He gave Mo Yu a light look, and asked softly, “Do you hate me?”

Mo Yu abruptly lifted his head up to look at him. As a teenager, when Qiao Yang was pursuing him strongly, he became very afraid. But after experiencing life in the real world, he thought that it was nothing.

After he was selected in an audition but was replaced by a contestant who had a background, he was furious but also did not dare.

The fear and helplessness when you want to earn money by singing in a bar but are threatened by Liang Wei.

It was hard for an ordinary person to live a quiet life, let alone to achieve his or her dreams.

Mo Yu lowered his head again, his voice even trembled this time, “No, how … how can I hate you?”

Qiao Yang asked him another question, “What kind of work do you do now?”

Mo Yu, “I… I’m still in my senior year of college. Singing in nightclubs occasionally during the week.[1]”

“A singer?”

Qiao Yang became interested, sat upright and asked him, “Do you study music?”

Mo Yu hurriedly shook his head, “No, I just like to sing.”

Liang Wei eyes swung back and forth between the two, and urged, “Young Master Qiao, don’t just focus on reminiscing the past, the young lover you haven’t seen for ages toasted you wine, hurry up and drink ah.”

Qiao Yang leaned against the booth and looked at Mo Yu with his eyes, signaling that he could bring the wine over.

Mo Yu’s mind wandered, and the hand holding the wine glass wavered slightly. The man in front of me seems to be different from the one I remember. He has a soft voice and beautiful eyes, not scary at all.

Come to think of it, Qiao Yang only looked fierce back then at school. In fact, he did not do anything to him, everything he gave him was very valuable.

The hand holding the glass hesitated, he knew what was inside.

When Liang Wei threatened him, he even had a little wishful thinking that Qiao Yang still harbored some old feelings for him. Would Qiao Yang help him after tonight and not let Liang Wei bully him again?

He looked up again and looked into Qiao Yang’s smiling eyes, curved and bright, giving off a warm feeling.

His heart suddenly jumped, the hand holding the glass tilted, and all the ice cubes and whiskey spilled out.

Liang Wen scolded him, “What an idiot, completely useless!”

Mo Yu quickly bowed his head and apologized: “… I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Qiao Yang smiled comfortably and reached out to pat Mo Yu’s frail shoulders, reassuring him softly, “It’s okay, don’t be afraid.”