42 Daydreaming, Are We?

Damn it.

This woman was really provoking him, so Ah-Ling rolled up his sleeves to prove his capabilities as a martial arts champion.

But Song Yanqing stopped him.

"Will you leave once you touch me with your finger?"

Qiao Jin was just a girl, and no matter what, he couldn't watch his bodyguard hit a girl.

Qiao Jin nodded. "Yes."

She would leave after touching him with her finger, and she absolutely wouldn't take advantage of him.

Song Yanqing nodded. "Then you can come here."

Ah-Ling and the other bodyguards were speechless.

Ah-Ling said in a miserable voice, "Please don't, Master! How can such a woman be allowed to touch your precious body!? She doesn't deserve to touch even a single strand of your hair!"

Qiao Jin lifted the hem of her dress and went up the stairs. Along the way, she gave Ah-Ling a sneer. "What year is this? Do you seriously think you're in a soap opera?"

Ah-Ling was silent.

If Ah-Ling knew her true identity, he would definitely have condemned her as the pot calling the kettle black.

Qiao Jin went upstairs.

Song Yanqing's room was just like him: elegant and clean.

The furniture was wood, in a very simple and elegant style with only the necessary modern facilities. The style of the room was similar.

On the whole, Song Yanqing really seemed like a true young master raised by a prominent family.

Elegant, noble, and beyond the reach of normal people.

Song Yanqing sat on the rattan chair by the balcony and didn't move.

Qiao Jin walked over. Ah-Ling followed her closely with his eyes, which moved like satellite dishes, as if he wished to burn a hole through Qiao Jin's body.

Qiao Jin walked up to Song Yanqing, and he slowly stretched out his left hand.

His slender fingers were beautiful, and the joints of his pale hands were distinct. There was a precious jade ring on his thumb.

Green and transparent, the jade was obviously extremely extravagant, and therefore most suitable for such a person.

Wearing a ring on one's finger was a symbol of power and influence. Song Xiyin had high expectations for Song Yanqing. As long as there was nothing wrong with him, the Song family would belong only to Song Yanqing in the future.

Had he not found out that the person he'd seen on the sky bridge that day had been Qiao Jin, he would not be as compliant as he was now.

He did not allow anyone to approach him, but he wanted to know why this girl was the only glimmer of light in that world.

Qiao Jin moved quickly, and only gave him a quick touch as she had said. She touched the tip of Song Yanqing's index finger briefly, and then she withdrew.

There were no special feelings; it was like accidentally bumping into each other.

The only difference was that Qiao Jin's fingers were hot, while Song Yanqing's fingers were cold.

Ah-Ling glared at Qiao Jin's fingertip and resisted the urge to cut it off.

The young master had been defiled; the young master had been defiled.

The young master had been defiled by a woman.

Bah!

His young master purified this woman!

Qiao Jin felt the strong breath of death energy, and with a happy smile on her face, she said sincerely, "Thank you."

Song Yanqing nodded. "Is that all?"

Qiao Jin said, "Yes."

She glanced at Song Yanqing again and felt that it was a pity that he would die like this.

If only he could stay alive, gathering the main materials of her formation to protect against backlash wouldn't be so laborious.

It was just that she wasn't interested in managing other people's karma.

If the Song family didn't seek her out, she wouldn't go out of her way to help.

Still, taking it and leaving right after wasn't her style either, so she thought for a moment, then said, "Maybe you'll come find me."

Song Yanqing was full of death energy. She knew he was going to die, but she couldn't understand his fate.

Before Song Yanqing could answer, Ah-Ling said anxiously, "Daydreaming, are we?"