Chapter 55 You Are Not Worthy of Ying Qingcang (1/2)

In a flash, summer was approaching. The so-called cousin was going to land. Xin Qing got nervous these days, and Ying Qingcang's heart ached for her.

”Why are you so nervous? She is nothing to us. If you feel uncomfortable, I will not allow her to come here.” Ying Qingcang finished the words and was about to call the person in England.

As Xin Qing complained in her heart that he did not really understand her worry, she had to persuade him not to make the call.

”I'm fine. You know, I am not good at getting along with strangers. I'm just worried that I cannot look after her well.”

Ying Qingcang frowned, ”Why will you look after her? She is the guest and should comply with us.”

”Can I ask you a question?” Xin Qing took a look at him.

Ying Qingcang took her hands and kissed, ”Why not? Go ahead!”

”What favor do you owe her?” Xin Qing asked cautiously.

Ying Qingcang's countenance changed, and he remained silent for a long while. Xin Qing found a trace of anguish flashed in his eyes. Though it disappeared in a blink, she could catch it clearly. Thinking that Ying Qingcang suffered misery, Xin Qing felt her heart stung badly.

”Don't say, don't say please. I won't ask!” She clutched Ying Qingcang to her closely. Ying Qingcang put his head on Xin Qing's shoulder, wanted to say something, but merely remained silent. They just held each other quietly.

Xin Qing did not mention the matter after that. ”Everyone has his own past that he is reluctant to recall. And the past that can make Ying Qingcang distressed must be something he is unwilling to remember. Whenever he is ready to speak out, I will listen to him.”

One night, when Ying Qingcang came to take Xin Qing home, he told her that the guest had arrived. But Xin Qing now was in a dilemma, because tonight was a full-moon night.

Ying Qingcang did not take other's feeling into consideration at all. They did not go home until they had dinner outside. On entering the house, Xin Qing saw a woman in a white casual suit sitting in the living room. The woman with a ponytail looked energetic, but her vitality did not contradict her radiant appearance. She was beautiful indeed and looked like mixed-blood, because her eyes were brown.

”Hello, Ah Cang!” The beautiful woman greeted Ying Qingcang with great enthusiasm. Xin Qing thought that she would come to hug Ying Qingcang. Unexpectedly, the woman just waved her hands and said to Xin Qing with a great smile, ”You must be Xin Qing. Nice to meet you! I am Monica.”

Xin Qing offered her hands promptly and said, ”Nice to meet you, Monica!”

Monica gave her a warm French hug and winked at Ying Qingcang, ”I can't hug you, but I can hug Xin Qing anyway.”

”Why not practice in England?” Ying Qingcang nodded to her as a greeting and asked.

Monica held Xin Qing's hand and took a seat opposite to Ying Qingcang and answered with a look of disgust, ”You know, I dislike that woman.” Ying Qingcang said nothing but stretched out his hand to pull Xin Qing to his side.

”Gee, are you still Ah Cang who is loath to be touched by any woman?” Monica joked, ”I have only one month for the internship. Have you set it up? I will go to work in your company tomorrow.”

Ying Qingcang took Xin Qing's hand and stood up, ”You will go to the company with me tomorrow. Good night.” And then he came upstairs with Xin Qing. Xin Qing looked backed and smiled at Monical apologetically. Monica waved at her in a careless manner.

”Good night! Xin Qing.”

Seeing their figures disappear, Monica retracted her smile gradually and twitched the corner of her lips bleakly, as if she had not been the ebullient girl before.

Ying Qingcang had moved into Xin Qing's room. While he was taking a shower, Xin Qing began analyzing Monica—Monica was completely different from what Xin Qing had expected. She did not behave as a cousin, instead, like a childhood friend reuniting again.

But... at the thought of Ying Qingcang's attitude, Xin Qing felt that he treated Monica differently. At least, he stared at Monica when they talked, which showed the basic respect. After all, Ying Qingcang usually took no notice of women.

”What are you thinking about?” Ying Qingcang came out from the bathroom, naked. Looking at his wet chest with water rolling down, Xin Qing lowered her head, her face burning. Ying Qingcang loved to see Xin Qing get flushed, especially for him.

Ying Qingcang threw the washcloth in his hands away and jumped at Xin Qing. Xin Qing dodged his hug and said, ”You haven't dried yourself up.”

”So I hug you to dry myself.” Ying Qingcang said shamelessly. Xin Qing ran her fingers over his chest and caressed his back softly. It suddenly occurred to Xin Qing that Young Master Shen had once mentioned Ying Qingcang's back. So she wanted to turn on the light and see his back clearly. In the past, she felt embarrassed to do so, but now she was eager.

”What's wrong?” Ying Qingcang held her hand and said, ”Why do you want to turn the lights on?”

”I want to take a look at your back.” Xin Qing replied.

Ying Qingcang's body came to a halt obviously, and he said, ”Nothing good to see. The same tattoo as yours.”

”You're lying. Young Master Shen said you have something special. Let me have a look.” Xin Qing pushed him away and opened the light.

Ying Qingcang had no choice but to turn around. Xin Qing just took a look at it and screamed with her hands covering her mouth, ”Oh, my God! How could it be?”

Streaks of scars crawled all over Ying Qingcang's back densely and startlingly. The scars had become shallow and pink, which indicated these were the old wounds for many years. They were not so visible unless under the lighting.

”Who did it?” Xin Qing put her hands on them softly, as if Ying Qingcang would get hurt with the least exertion.

Ying Qingcang turned back and held her to lie down. He put the cover over themselves and said, ”I was once kidnapped when I was a kid, and was beaten by the kidnappers.”