Chapter 6 Tender Heart

He was facing the computer, handling business affairs. The glow from the screen illuminated his face. His features were deep-set and intense, with strong brows, a cold allure to his thin lips, and eyes that were slightly upturned without being exaggerated. A small red mole beneath the corner of his eye added an extra touch of charm to his excessively handsome face.

Because her presence blocked the light in front of him, he raised his head, casting a look of utter disgust at her, then turned to Qin Lang with displeasure and said, "Why is this trash still here?"

Qin Lang awkwardly replied, "Young Master, she wants to settle her wages."

With a loud crash, a computer's remains appeared beside An Ge's feet, and the flying debris scratched her face. Accompanying the loud noise, her entire jaw was seized by the oppressive aura of the man.

Her skin, fair and tender, quickly bore the marks of his violent grip. She winced in pain, narrowing her brows and said, "Young Master Huo, you are a person of stature and status; why trouble a little woman with a tainted past like me?" She paused, "Or is it that you can't afford to pay my wages?"

Her latter words had successfully irritated Huo Shaoyan, making him chuckle angrily. He lit a cigarette, holding it at an angle between his lips. As he exhaled smoke, his distinctively handsome face was shrouded in the haze.

He looked down upon her, saying, "A vile creature who only knows how to flaunt and scheme in front of her master, causing trouble in the Huo Family's inner quarters—throwing you to the wolves in the back hills would still be a mercy. And you dare to demand wages from me? Foolish talk!"

[Huo Family, Inner Quarters,]

She had just been released from prison, and to escape her unscrupulous father and stepmother who intended to barter her away, she had sought refuge at the Huo Family as a maid. If she were expelled from there without a penny, doom would surely await her.

No, An Ge could not allow such a thing to happen to her. She needed money, or else she would face their vicious revenge. Bearing this in mind, An Ge said, "Young Master Huo, I was brought to the Huo Family by Mrs. Huo. Isn't it inappropriate to dismiss me without even a word?"

Huo Shaoyan extinguished the glowing cigarette with his bare hands, his anger causing veins to bulge at his temples. As he raised his leg, ready to kick An Ge's chest, his subordinate Qin Lang whispered into his ear, "Master, she has the Rhnull blood type."

Qin Lang's voice was not loud, but An Ge heard it. She recalled the rumors she had heard, that the recently empowered leader of the Huo Family suffered from a rare blood disorder and only a special blood type could sustain his life.

Could it be that her Rhnull blood type was the one he needed?

With this realization, An Ge felt she had leverage. At this point, mustering her courage, she stepped in front of the man, her proximity approaching an intimacy. She said to him in a whispering tone, "Am I the life-saving remedy you seek, Young Master Huo? They say doing someone a favor is the same as doing yourself one, right?"

Because of her words, Huo Shaoyan narrowed his eyes, "Are you threatening me?"

"No, I merely want to discuss a transaction,"

The woman's sudden closeness, along with a certain cold fragrance she carried, made all the muscles in Huo Shaoyan's body tense. The pervasive cold scent reminded him of the woman from last night in the cellar.

How could she possess such a scent? Wasn't it supposed to be unique to An Baoying?

While suspicious, Huo Shaoyan didn't delve deeper into the matter. He distanced himself from An Ge, speaking in a cold and grave voice, "Do you think you're worthy?"

An Ge pressed her lips together briefly and said, "Worthy or not isn't for me to say; as long as Young Master Huo knows, that's enough."

In truth, it had been a long time since anyone dared to provoke and threaten Huo Shaoyan in such a way. His phoenix-like eyes narrowed deeply, his prominent Adam's apple moving intensely before he suddenly laughed.

He extended his fingers, pinching An Ge's chin, finally reaching her throat. Just a slight tightening of his palm could snap her slender neck.

Yet, for some reason, when his gaze met her eyes, still misty with moisture, an indescribable sensation from deep within him arose. Those eyes overlapped perfectly with the captivating, radiant eyes from his memories.

If that little girl from back then was still alive, wouldn't she be turning twenty this year?

With this thought, he asked, "How old are you?"