MENG QIAN

While Yu Liang waited for the shou to enter through his doors; in the hallway a young man of only 20 years walked in a hurry, if possible, he would like to run, but he was drugged and was already sweating slightly just by walking quickly in the long corridors of the Restaurant Rising Sun.

The right thing would be for the 20-year-old to call the police or ambulance to be taken from this place, but he knew this would be pointless, taking into account who the owner of the restaurant was and the distance from the big city restaurant.

The young man was right in a way, if he stayed in the hallway he would be caught by the greasy-handed pervert who was old enough to be his grandfather, so he needed to hide so he could call the police, even if the police did nothing but smile at the manager and leave. However, this would distract people from this damn place so he could run away and take a taxi to get home safely.

The young man is called Meng Qian, a first-year college student in music, who works part-time to be able to pay the rent of the small place he lives, as he is an orphan, he does not tin anyone who could help with the bills. Even college can only be held because of a scholarship he got after a lot of effort at school, even so, the music course was for elitist people and with firm financial and family support, he is the only person in his class who has a scholarship and still t in which to pay some costs like room rents to practice.

In the past, he had a gentle music teacher at school and the old piano at school, now he has nothing but himself to help himself. Even the old professor died and the old piano was sold.

This all takes Meng Qian to this dangerous place, but he had a very high salary and good tips. He who in adolescence only lived to study and his part-time jobs, which he pooled some money to move out of the orphanage, so he did not realize how beautiful his face and body is, as his voice is kind and attractive, although he seems to have a cold attitude.

Of course, to others, he seemed a cold beauty, but warm-hearted.

Well, Meng Qian wouldn't mind knowing about these things either, after all, none of this could put food on the table and not even generate several Yuan just from people looking at it right?

However, because of Meng Qian's ignorance, he ended up being deceived by a college classmate who introduced him to this restaurant that had a dubious policy about its employees.

In the first three months, Meng Qian noticed nothing different, except that all the staff was quite beautiful, except for security guards and cleaning service after the closing of the establishment. However, this did not mean much to Meng Qian who had his mind occupied by music.

Yes, Meng Qian's mind was occupied by scores, symphonies, and the brilliant sound of the syrup piano, which looked beautiful and beautiful as the rain fell serenely against a large pond.

He worked from 4:00 p.m. to 10:00 p.m., but this time he was asked to work from 10:00 p.m. to 4:00 a.m. because a co-worker was ill. Well, that's what they warned him about.

Meng Qian didn't mind covering the other person's shift because it was Friday and he wouldn't have class tomorrow anyway, of course, he was being very naïve. That's why it was so easy to drug Meng Qian's snack and make the poor 20-year-old find himself in this desperate situation of running away for his little life.

At the end of the hall, there was a long staircase leading to the staff room, where Meng Qian had left his cell phone and his bag with the various scores he had to study for this week. If he could make it to the staff room, it wouldn't be hard for him to get away and take a cab running away from this nightmare place.

Unfortunately, the world seemed to be against Meng Qian and he heard loud sarcastic voices, no matter what they were heard. The voices came from the stairs that Meng Qian wanted so much to reach, this made him stop walking and shudder.

Those were the voices of his co-workers, unfortunately, those are the co-workers who seemed to hate him in some way. Meng Qian knew that these people would not let him through, he also did not have the strength now to fight. He didn't even know how he still had the strength to escape, as his little bird was lifting wings and his body looked like it was going to become jelly.

What was he supposed to do?

Then as if he saw a light at the end of the dark tunnel, he saw a room very close to the stairs where there were two very strong bodyguards in front of the doors. This was the private room where several restaurant staff was gossiping, there was a member of an old martial family, who was accompanied by his friend and two elite guards.

An idea went through the mind of Meng Qian, who took a deep breath, fixed his apron to cover his erection and he tried to walk firmly to the private bedroom door, he was acting in a dignified and respectable manner, at least that's what he thought.

The two guards were bored looking at the two employees who talked, they "stretched" their ears to listen to the conversation, as they had nothing better to do. However, as they were secret guards trained by great martial artists, of course, they could hear Meng Qian approaching.

The two pairs of eyes behind the sunglasses looked at an extremely handsome young man with beautiful peach blossom eyes, with the beautiful iris of a light brown like honey, dark eyelashes, dark brown hair trapped in a loose ponytail. The young man's skin was very reminiscent of the fine porcelains and the pale tone gave a touch of fragility to the youth that seemed to walk stumblingly, the shades of pink on the cheekbones could not escape from the eyes of the two back guards.

The lips of a beautiful and slightly bright red tone looked very attractive, along with a slender body and a waist that could be glued with just one arm, the guards felt the heart accelerate for a moment.

Of course, this moment was soon suppressed upon realizing that youth was approaching the room of their young master.

"Gentlemen, I have come to serve the customer at the behest of the restaurant owner"

Meng Qian's voice was very soft and beautiful, the two guards felt the slight scent of lilies coming from youth, for some reason the two guards associated this young man with a seductive fox, which only with a few movements could make the various men fall in love.

The guards understood what "serve" meant, they hesitated a little, before searching for Meng Qian's body, which caused even more for the young man's internal fire to become unbearable, he almost lost his sanity to beg the guards to touch him more.

The two men worked fast and concluded that the young man did not come with any intentions of causing problems and that he was not a threat to the young master who was having a few snacks while waiting for his friend to return.

Soon Meng Qian was allowed in, moments later one of the guards made a call to the ancestral house, informing the young master's grandfather.

Who attended was the heir of the family and the titular master, but it was the same thing for the bodyguards, then they reported what was happening to the young master?

"As long as Xiao Liang is not harmed, he can do whatever he wants" the heir spoke very casually, before giving some extra care orders to his younger brother and hanging up the phone.

"Who was it?" the grandfather who was sitting by a warming fireplace asked his older grandson.

"Xiao Liang's guards, it seems he is in a dubious restaurant that sells some kinds of quirky services. Anyway, the owner of the restaurant sent one of these services to Xiao Liang. I told you everything was fine, as long as he wasn't harmed. Was I wrong to say that?"

The 30-year-old man asked his grandfather very humbly, he had sword eyebrows and long hair of a bluish hue, his blue eyes glowed strangely.

The grandfather who had white hair but who maintained a peculiar bluish glow looked at his older grandson intently.

"I don't expect Xiao Liang to maintain the tradition of our family of martial artists. I just hope he can be happy. After all, we all owe him a lot, don't we?"

Grandfather's voice was heavy and his blue eyes carried a huge weight as he looked at the handsome 30-year-old man.

The older grandson also had a heavy look, he just nodded agreeing with his grandfather. They had taken too much from Xia Liang, they now just wanted this young man to be happy with what was left of his short life.

"Xiao Liang's death is set for when he is 22 unless he finds the immortal lucky star, who can reverse Xiao Liang's painting. That year, old Meng had a grandson who was born under the symbol of the immortal lucky star... "

Grandpa said in a voice full of sorrow as he remembered the past. He could still remember that by sacrificing the dantin of his newborn grandson who had the talent of the high immortal, who had not been seen for over a thousand years, that he thought that as long as he had this immortal lucky star alongside his younger grandson, it would not be difficult for this younger grandson to fully recover.

"Grandfather is not your fault, it was necessary to use the dantin of Xiao Liang to seal the great demon that killed more than half of our family," the handsome man of 30 years said with regret, but put his hand on the weak shoulders of his grandfather to comfort the elderly.

"But it reduced the life of his younger brother! It made your parents travel everywhere in search of a possible cure and they died out there, we don't even know where their bodies are! Not to mention our enemies waiting for the right moment for Xiao Liang to die so they can attack the temple and free the damned demon!"

The grandfather became increasingly agitated as he spoke, eventually having a coughing fit and being helped by the trusted assistant and his grandson. Even though grandfather's cultivation was very strong, he still had sequels to the battle of more than 10 years ago against the great demon who tried to destroy his family.

"Calm down Grandpa! We can only let fate take care of Xiao Liang now," said the 30-year-old man, even saying that he had a face that he did not accept that things would end like this, there was a stubborn and stubborn look shining in his peculiar blue eyes.

"If only the Meng family hadn't suffered that tragedy that year!" his grandfather lamented, as he held a glass of hot tea in his cold hands.

"The past cannot be changed, we can only consult the monks a few more times to try to find out where the grandson of old Meng can be now," the grandson said with more pragmatism. After all, it was no use remembering the past and regretting it, he would not save his little brother's life.