Chapter 1239 - Kowtowing Three Times (2/2)

He took out a clean checkered handkerchief from his pants pocket and wiped his long fingers, as if they were stained with some disgusting bacteria.

Cen Xi looked at his action and her pale lips trembled.

After wiping his hand, he took out a necklace from his pants pocket. When Cen Xi saw the necklace, she stood up from the deck with difficulty. “This is mine.”

Did she drop it in his room just now?

She wanted to take the necklace back, but he took a step back.

Behind him was the endless sea. At this time, the yacht was moving forward and it would only return to the sh.o.r.e tomorrow morning.

Cen Xi’s pupils constricted. “The necklace is very important to me. Please give it back to me…”

Before she could finish, he interrupted her coldly. “Do you know who I am?”

When Cen Xi looked at his cold eyes under his lenses, her wet eyelashes fluttered violently. “Y-Yes, you’re Young Master Qiao from the Duke’s family.”

“Then do you know who ruined the Duke’s family?”

Inside, Cen Xi’s soul was s.h.i.+vering. She bit her lip too hard and she tasted blood at the tip of her tongue. Her eyes were blurred by tears and she lowered her head, not daring to look at him. “Yes.”

“Who was it?” A cold and dangerous glint flashed past his narrowed eyes.

Cen Xi closed her eyes, her tears falling out and her teeth chattering. “I-It’s my sister.”

“Good.” Qiao Yanze’s tall body leaned against the railing languidly and his hand that was holding her necklace stretched towards the sea. When Cen Xi saw this, her pupils constricted. “Young Master Qiao, no! This necklace is really important to me, don’t throw it away!”

The coldness and danger on Qiao Yanze’s face faded away and he lifted his lips into a faint smile. “I heard that you were looking for me, wanting to apologize after you learned about what happened between your sister and I.”

“Yes.”

“Okay, then apologize to me now. I want to see your sincerity.”

Cen Xi sniffed, her wet body s.h.i.+vering under the sea wind at night. She bowed her head and said sincerely, “I’m sorry.”

“Just a sorry?”

“What does Young Master Qiao want me to do?”

Qiao Yanze smirked, his eyes under the lenses seemed calm, but in fact, they were even colder than sharp blades. “Will you do what I ask you to do?”

Cen Xi nodded. “Yes.”

“Kneel down and kowtow to me three times.”

Cen Xi raised her eyes and looked at him. He had a smile on his face but there was no warmth in it at all.

A suffocating pain spread out from Cen Xi’s chest and she met with his eyes. He was leaning against the railing, his tall body casting a frightening shadow and there was a bone-chilling coldness on his handsome and devilish face.

They stared at each other for nearly a minute before he laughed coldly. “Why, you’re unwilling?”

He slowly loosened his hold on the necklace in his hand.

There was a thump.

Cen Xi’s slender body knelt on the deck. Then, with a loud bang, she hit her forehead on the ground.

One time, two times, three times.

Every time, she put all her strength into it.

Her fair forehead was dripping with blood after kowtowing.

But she did not say a word, bearing it all silently.