Jade Story in Floating City

Name: Jade Story in Floating City
Author: Mo Zhantian

by Mo Zhantian

ongoing Urban Urban Life Male Lead

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23Kwords

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Ch. 20 — Battle of the Successors

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He walked in carrying half a fan of pork, and there were red marks on his shoulders. The twenty-two-year-old body has been carrying heavy loads for six years and is no longer afraid of pain, but it is afraid of this kind of cleanness - so clean that people will know how dirty it is. "Xiao Ling, the VIP on the third floor needs ice. Hurry." Ling Chen responded, threw the pork in, and patted the ice on his shoulder. He smelled his fingers. It smelled of frozen meat and a little bit of blood, the smell of the copper ring area. The third floor is a restricted area of Yunding Pavilion. People in Tonghuan District can only use the rear kitchen freight elevator. But tonight the freight elevator broke down, and the foreman asked him to use the employee passage, "Hurry up, don't let anyone see you." He lowered his head and walked, his canvas shoes making no sound on the thick carpet. As I passed a box, I heard crying. "Mr. Wang, I really don't know how to drink..." "You don't know how to drink? Why do you come to Yunding Pavilion to be a waiter? Drink this glass and I'll pay for tonight's table." Ling Chen didn't stop. This kind of drama happens every day in Yunding Pavilion, and he can't control it. She was under supervision last month, was fired, and lost half a month's income. Qin Yao... No, he doesn't know Qin Yao yet. But the crying changed, from fear to a kind of silence before resignation. Ling Chen remembered that his mother was also so quiet before she died. She was lying on a broken bed in Tonghuan District Hospital and said, "Chenchen, Mom can't smell your perfume anymore." He stopped. The door was not closed tightly, and a girl in a uniform skirt could be seen through the crack, forced into a corner, with "Qin Yao" written on her nameplate. She was clean-looking, but there was a crescent-shaped scar on her collarbone, as if she had been burned by something. Ling Chen touched the scar on his waist, which was also crescent-shaped. He had been beaten when his mother was sick. "Fuck." He pushed the door open and went in.