Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 362 - 242 (First Update)

The night is deep, red lights like mist.

Tang Yanxi strides up the stairs with long legs, only to see his younger brother leaning alone against the railing, his gaze downcast towards the courtyard. The courtyard with waters converging is without rain at the moment, yet the shadow of red lights silently drifts down. Filled with green stone ponds, it resembles a pool of rouge mist.

Tang Yanxi can’t help but sigh softly in his heart.

Dad and Aunt Wan went on another campaign tour, while Grandfather has gone traveling. Eldest sister is busy with the shop, Yanyi returned to China, and both Yan Jian and Yan Yu are occupied with their own matters. Clearly, there are a lot of family members, yet at this moment, only his brother stands by the railing with downcast eyes.

Hearing the stairs creak, Tang Yanqing turns his eyes. His deep eyes flash with a keen glint in the mist of red lights, like a little male fox.

"Lawyer Tang is off duty? Sorry for the distant welcome."

Tang Yanxi directly throws a word at his brother: "Scram."

Tang Yanxi chuckles: "Don’t be so cruel. As the older brother, you should take care of the younger brother."

"Stop sounding so pitiful; clearly you’re ordering me around, treating me as a younger brother, not as an elder brother!"

With no elders at home, Tang Yanxi speaks more freely and relaxed with his brother, no longer needing to maintain dignity constantly.

The two brothers seem like that pair of little rivals from back in the day, secretly competing in everything. Tang Yanxi’s words are always barbed, while Tang Yanqing just laughs it off.

After teasing for a while, Tang Yanxi also comes over to lean on the railing beside his brother, looking towards the courtyard: "You’re right, that Wang Dong indeed refuses to tell me anything."

"Hmph~" Tang Yanqing smiles proudly, his gaze whimsically sweeping ahead, "He definitely says what should be said, and absolutely doesn’t say what shouldn’t."

Tang Yanxi turns his eyes to stare at his brother: "Since you knew early on that he won’t tell me anything, why did you advise me to take on this case? Are you upset that I’m too idle, specifically arranging this client to annoy me?"

Tang Yanqing turns back with a smile, the red light’s halo dyeing his eyes and brows like beautiful rouge.

"Yes, that’s exactly what I was thinking. Since dad and mom aren’t home, how could I miss the chance to properly bully my brother?"

"Scram!" Tang Yanxi angrily steps forward to punch his brother’s shoulder.

Though the brothers’ attitudes are playful, they both see solemnity in each other’s eyes, so they stop joking around and become serious.

Tang Yanxi then relays to his brother everything Wang Dong said to Master Qiao at the police station.

Tang Yanqing lowers his eyes: "...Yanwu Square, it’s finally come."

Tang Yanxi squints his eyes towards his brother: "You’ve never given up investigating Yanwu Square any chance you get, have you? So, can you close the net now?"

Tang Yanqing shrugs slightly: "Maybe. Maybe... the road is still long."

"What kind of talk is that?" Tang Yanxi turns his head to glare at his brother.

Tang Yanqing smiles quietly: "If all I wanted was to find the so-called person in charge of Yanwu Square, I could soon close the net and settle the case. But if I want the more complex story behind the Yanwu Square case, then I need to set the net and wait quietly, not disturbing the snake."

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Dusk falls low, Tang Yanxi dons a black tailcoat, palm holding a cane, stepping out of the car.

Before stepping out, he has already put on his mask, his gaze sweeping over that long line of cars stopped in front of Yanwu Square.

None have private license plates. Either removed, or carefully concealed. The cars themselves are not overly distinctive types, mostly simple black Mercedes and Audi, models sold in great quantities worldwide that anyone could own, making it impossible to discern any personal features.

The Father greeting guest quickly approaches: "Mr. 7, welcome."

The badge worn by Tang Yanqing is Black Spade 7. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Tang Yanqing shrugs lightly, doesn’t speak, and directly walks inside.

Father personally accompanied them down the long, narrow corridor, respectfully saying all the way: "Mr. 7 has been coming quite frequently lately..."

Tang Yanqing turned around and gave him a cold stare: "Do you wish I came once every ten years or so? Or are you complaining that I don’t spend enough, and you’re not making money?"

"I wouldn’t dare, wouldn’t dare!" Father quickly put on a smiling face: "Actually, I’m also concerned about your health, Mr. 7, hehe."

Only then did Tang Yanqing smile: "That’s more like it... but it’s really none of your concern."

Father quickly bowed: "You’re right. I won’t say more. I wish you an enjoyable night."

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Tang Yanqing walked into the crowd, nodding to greet other guests dressed similarly as they passed.

Even though he’s been a patron here for a long time, he still cannot accurately grasp the true identities of all the guests here. All the "familiarity" is merely with their general body shapes or numbers; even when gathered together, they only talk about the girls here and frivolous matters, never about real identities, nor do they touch upon any issues relating to the real world.

Tang Yanqing habitually scanned the crowd again, and indeed did not see Mr. Q appearing.

Since Shi Nian appeared at Yanwu Square that night, Mr. Q seemed to have vanished and never returned.

This timeline could fit with George’s appearance.

So if, as Wang Dong said, George might be the decision maker at Yanwu Square, or is "Mr. Q," it seems to make sense.

Moreover, the Chinese pinyin of George’s name, "乔," starts with "Q."

After losing decision-making authority over Fude Group over ten years ago, George was "exiled" to the Asian market, surrounded by Eastern-faced girls. The gentle and demure Eastern girls might have become, at that time, tools for him to dispel loneliness and relieve stress from his disheartenment... So it seems George is indeed likely to be the owner of Yanwu Square, or in other words, Mr. Q.

Time was almost up, and Father, with excitement on his face, danced up the stairs quickly and gracefully, extending his hands below as if he were a conductor.

"Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished guests. I have good news to share with you all, we have fresh merchandise tonight!"

No one appeared, only a series of hand-drawn images expanded on a large screen hanging in the air.

One after another, black-haired, black-eyed little girls appeared timidly in the pictures, all with fearful yet bewildered eyes, looking helplessly at the crowd.

Father said excitedly: "As everyone knows, Mian Country is undergoing turmoil, and these lovely little girls have suffered in the fires of war. Some have lost all their relatives and are homeless; others have been sold by their parents or family members to gather money for escape... In any case, they are poor little girls who need protection, so please protect them well and give them the greatest and most extensive sense of security!"

As Father spoke, Tang Yanqing quietly observed the reactions of the surrounding guests through his mask. Although everyone was wearing masks, their bodies were still "speaking," and Tang Yanqing carefully searched for signals in their body language to judge who might be interested in the little girls.

In his eyes, the sanctimonious guests were divided into three categories: one was eager and raring to go; the other was completely opposite, seemingly uninterested in these little girls fleeing the fires of war.

The third category was in between: their bodies leaned forward, indicating an interest in bidding; at the same time, their heels remained planted, not taking any action to move forward, showing their interest was neither firm nor lasting.

He shrugged with a smile and took a step forward.

A similarly tall man beside him turned his head to look at him, then raised his glass to him: "So, Brother 7, are you planning to bid again tonight?"

The badge on that man’s left chest was the Nine of Diamonds.

The two had chosen to show up on the same night several times, so they had chatted a few times. Naturally, nothing real-world was discussed, just some idle talk.

Tang Yanqing smiled: "Yes, why not? Look at those children’s eyes, how pure they are."

However, the Nine of Diamonds shrugged: "Do you really think they’re pure, Brother 7? Fear is there, but they may not be pure. They’ve been through the war, seen too much slaughter and death, their eyes are stained with the fires and blood of war, no longer the innocence of purity."

"Moreover, such children may be filled with hatred." He said, glancing at Tang Yanqing: "If we play a little too rough, they might not hesitate to grab anything within reach and smash it over our heads. At the lightest, we’ll be injured; at worst, we could lose our lives."

The Nine of Diamonds sneered contemptuously at the little girls: "Yanwu Square’s standards have really declined lately, bringing in so many little grievance spirits. They’re not sweet young brides, they’re little ghosts from the war seeking revenge, playing with them is like being haunted by little ghosts, where’s the fun in that?"

"Oh?" Tang Yanqing chuckled lightly: "So you don’t like this type. Then I guess, you prefer the sweet and adorable ones, the ones not psychologically scarred... But how could such little girls come here and become young brides?"