Blossoming Flowers

Jiang Yingyue looked at Wang Feihong. She recognized him from that day at the horse track, but she had no actual interactions with him yet.

This time she was not wearing super tight fitting riding pants and shirts, and the cardigan she was wearing right now was somewhat hiding her curvy figure, so she was not as panicked as she had been before.

She stretched out her hand and shook it with Wang Feihong, whose eyes widened when he saw the slim and attractive hand of Jiang Yingyue. This was not the hand of a man, but he did not doubt her gender, he just thought that she was incredibly effeminate.

He was getting more and more worried about Jiang Yingyue and Han Qingshan's relationship.

Others thought the same; they were all worried that Han Qingshan had truly turned gay.

At the same time, the young man who seemed to be twenty-five years old was smiling slightly when he looked at Jiang Yingyue with great interest.

The woman nodded her head, which was turning adorably red. She was attractive and very adorable. Her petite figure made men want to pamper her and protect her. Her appearance was like a small white lotus that no one could bear to be harsh towards.

"Go and try to hit on either Han Qingshan or Jiang Fengmian," the young man said with a grin on his face. "I do not care which one of them you pick, so you can have fun on your own."

The woman looked indignantly at the young man, wondering if this was a test. Was he testing her dedication to him to see if she would pick the rich young master, or go for the more beautiful face?

She was a little worried about who to pick, but eventually, she decided not to go for Han Qingshan. There were a few reasons behind this. First of all, because he might be harder to deal with than this other person, but secondly, because he was richer, more handsome, and more famous than the man beside her. If she went for him, would she not indirectly make him jealous?

She was unaware that he was just using her, not caring at all about her affection, nor testing her limits.

What he wanted was to see the reaction Han Qingshan had, if a woman went up to Jiang Yingyue, or her reaction, if a man went up to Han Qingshan.

He was the young master and the heir of the He family, and his name was He Julong. Currently, his father was the leader of the He family, and he had two younger brothers and one younger sister.

In the entire He family, there was only one He daughter, and she was precisely He Yuyan. It was because daughters were so rare in the family that she had been spoiled rotten from an early age.

He Julong also doted on He Yuyan, but it was within the limits of reason. However, what he cared about right now was not He Yuyan and her injuries; what was getting to him was that the He family had lost their face multiple times because of her actions.

Everyone had known that Han Qingshan had harshly reprimanded her for the sake of Jiang Yingyue, and later, her actions ended up losing an important cooperation between the He family and the Han family.

Finally, she had even been beaten up to the point of resembling a pig-head. Although no one knew exactly who was behind this, as He Yuyan had refused to even tell her own family, everyone assumed it was Han Qingshan.

He Julong knew his little sister's personality rather well. She was quite a pushy young woman, and she would not have any morals or ethics when it came to fighting for what she wanted.

It was obvious to him that she had done something, but as to what it was, no one seemed to know. Han Qingshan had said nothing, and those who had searched for Jiang Yingyue's situation, they did not find out what had happened either.

The woman who had been sitting next to He Julong took a deep breath, steadied her mind, and moved towards the two handsome figures that were standing out from the crowd.

"Young Master Shan," the woman greeted Han Qingshan. She was not aware of the gossip about Han Qingshan and Jiang Yingyue. If she was, she would never have come towards them, but she was blinded by her affection towards He Julong and was sure that she had been given a task to prove her worth.

"This friend of yours is?" she asked with a sweet voice, her eyes coquettishly looking at Jiang Yingyue.

Seeing her expressions, Han Qingshan's smile stiffened slightly, but it quickly turned back to normal. "This is my friend Jiang Fengmian," he said, putting a bit of pressure on the 'my friend' part.

"Oh, so it is Mister Jiang," the woman said, not noticing the hidden danger in Han Qingshan's eyes, and she moved towards Jiang Yingyue.

"Mister Jiang, it is my pleasure to meet you today, I was wondering if you would do me the honor of coming with me towards a booth and share a drink with me."

Jiang Yingyue looked at the woman with narrowed eyes. She was slightly puzzled. Although the woman was seemingly coquettish and rather flirty, she could not sense any real intentions of picking her up. There was a lack of real attraction in her eyes, and she was curious as to why this woman suddenly wanted to get close to her if she was not interested in her.