40 Your Excuse Is More Original

Of course, Qiao Jin had done it on purpose.

What was the point of her coming?

In fact, she'd come here for Song Yanqing's death energy.

She didn't need to be so high profile since all she wanted to do was get as much death energy as she could before he died.

As for who hated the Song family so much that they'd placed a Doom Formation on the family, she honestly didn't have much interest in finding out.

Song Yanqing was in his room at this time. It was a birthday party, so although the Song family had lowered their guards a little, they still kept a close eye on Song Yanqing.

Even in his own home, the halls leading to Song Yanqing's room were heavily guarded.

However, Qiao Jin followed the red dot's guidance and found a path that people seldom took, a path that was almost impossible for anyone to notice.

She could only go downstairs to Song Yanqing's bedroom, anyway.

Song Yanqing lived off a small courtyard to the north. His room was on the second floor. There were bodyguards downstairs and upstairs, so no one could pass.

Qiao Jin walked out of a small door in the garden downstairs from his bedroom.

The swimming pool was ahead.

Song Yanqing was so full of death energy that Qiao Jin could easily find his location.

At this moment, Song Yanqing was sitting on the balcony above the swimming pool, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. A very thin gold thread hung down from where the glasses met his ears. The thread shifted with his movements, giving a sort of ethereal touch of beauty to his features.

There was an English book in his hand.

Today, he was wearing a plain white silk shirt patterned with exquisite and elegant light gold cranes. From the quality of the clothes, it was obvious that it was an haute couture piece that no ordinary person would be able to buy.

It wasn't easy to look good in such a style of clothing. The collar wrapped around his impeccably slender neck, and the meticulous buttoning made his smooth jawline stand out. His deep-set eyes and chiseled features made him seem achingly suave and handsome.

He was really beautiful, and his facial features were striking.

It wasn't that he had a feminine face, but his facial features simply made the word "beautiful" pop into her mind.

Some people were so good-looking that they appeared like a perfect work of art.

Song Yanqing didn't seem to have any flaws in terms of outward appearance, and he was intelligent as well. He was the crème de la crème among the elite. He seemed to be blessed by the heavens.

Unfortunately, he was cursed by ill fate.

Signs of ill fate showed all over his body. His face was a little too pale, which made his light lips look unnaturally red by comparison.

When Qiao Jin appeared, he saw her immediately.

Her movements weren't stealthy, and Song Yanqing's gaze happened to be in her direction, so he could see any movement without even raising his eyes.

The moment he saw Qiao Jin, he did not panic.

He simply lowered his eyes and quietly watched the girl approach.

When Qiao Jin walked to the area beneath the balcony and looked up at him, he closed the book, stood up, and asked her airily, "What are you doing here?"

She definitely hadn't come here through normal methods—that was quite obvious.

The Song family wouldn't allow any woman to see him alone.

For him, there was no need for marriage.

He was a sickly child, so he would only be a burden to a girl.

When Qiao Jin saw him, she saw that something was different about Song Yanqing. Although he was still full of death energy, at the moment, the death energy was dispersed around him, no longer as densely packed as before.

But this wasn't a good thing.

She looked at Song Yanqing and sighed slightly. "You won't make it. Once tonight is over, you will die."

Today's birthday banquet was his last day alive.

Song Yanqing didn't seem to panic when he heard her words. He simply curled the corners of his lips slightly. "This time, your excuse is more original."