The Indifferent Young Master’s Flash Marriage

In the International Exhibition Center of A City, the products exchange conference was being held in full swing.

Jiang Xuecheng was wearing a standard suit with trousers. His dressing was the same as the people around him but his natural and unrestrained posture and his noble temperament that emanated from every gesture of his made everyone seem inferior.

When those who were present saw him, they were stunned for several seconds before shifting their eyes away.

Beside Jiang Xuecheng stood a hostess in the exhibition center's uniform and exquisite makeup. She was smiling and introducing something to Jiang Xuecheng softly.

The hostess stood half a meter from Jiang Xuecheng but still didn't dare look straight at his face, afraid that she would be electrified and faint.

While Jiang Xuecheng listened to her talk, his eyes landed on the exhibits. His occasional nods made the hostess feel like she was not being treated as air.

Suddenly, Jiang Xuecheng paused. The hostess's heart skipped a beat and thought the god-like man wanted to ask her something.

To her dismay, Jiang Xuecheng merely lowered his head to take out his mobile phone and did not look at her.

Jiang Xuecheng's initial cold look sank all of a sudden, just like the sky holding on to all the rain it could have poured, bottling depression and anger in its clouds.

Only several simple words appeared on the screen of his mobile phone—Xuecheng, help me.

The message was sent from an unfamiliar number which was not saved as a contact.

Not many people knew Jiang Xuecheng's phone number and besides the seniors of the Jiang family, only Su Wan would address him that way.

If this was not a scam, Jiang Xuecheng could almost be sure that this message was sent by Su Wan based on the manner the message was typed.

What had happened to Su Wan?

When the hostess saw Jiang Xuecheng's gloomy face, she was afraid. She pursed her lips and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Jiang, are you unwell?"

A sharp light emerged in Jiang Xuecheng's eyes but he did not answer the hostess' question.

He took his phone and called Su Wan's number but after dialing for a long time, no one answered the call.

At the thought of Su Wan being in danger, Jiang Xuecheng became inexplicably irritable. He pursed his lips tightly and called Ah Si.

However, before he managed to call Ah Si, he saw Ah Si's incoming call from the screen of his phone.

Jiang Xuecheng looked terrible. Without hesitation, he answered the call.

Before Jiang Xuecheng could ask where Su Wan was, Ah Si's voice came very speedily.

"Young Master, Young Madam has gone missing! She told me at noon that she was going to meet Sheng An'ning but it has been forty minutes now and she isn't back yet. I've received her message asking for help. She has asked for your help."

Ah Si's voice sounded panicky and confused. He was obviously very anxious.

Sheng An'ning had used dirty tactics to harm the young madam with poisonous perfume previously. Would she take the young madam's life directly this time?

Upon hearing this, his eyes turned cold and there was an unexplainable fear in his heart.

Except for the time that he was locked in the hospital when he was young, Jiang Xuecheng had not experienced fear for a long time.

Because he cared, he feared losing her.

"Ah Si, please check who the owner of this number 135…7845 is. Check the location of this phone and Wan Wan's phone too."

When giving this order, Jiang Xuecheng's voice was exceptionally calm. Only his tightly-seized hands revealed his nervous emotions.

After half a minute, Ah Si's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I've checked. The phone that was used to send the message belongs to Gu Zihang but it has been switched off and I can't locate it. Young Madam's phone has a tracking locator and it shows her phone is in Blue Mountain Café."

Gu Zihang, Su Wan's ex-fiancé who had once abandoned her!

Jiang Xuecheng's brows knitted together. Sheng An'ning and Gu Zihang had become allies. What did they want to do to Su Wan?

Gu Zihang, Sheng An'ning, Blue Mountain Café, these few names kept hovering in Jiang Xuecheng's mind. Suddenly, he thought of something.

Blue Mountain Café was directly opposite Anzhi Tinglan Hotel, one of Gu Zihang's properties.

Jiang Xuecheng's face tightened and his eyes froze, almost freezing the hostess beside him.

Jiang Xuecheng took out his phone and heard his own unprecedented calm voice.

"Ah Si, go to Blue Mountain Café now. Bring a few more people with you. Check the surveillance first. At the same time, capture Sheng An'ning. Also, send someone to search Anzhi Tinglan Hotel opposite Blue Mountain Café."

When Jiang Xuecheng's cold voice entered Ah Si's ears, he shook. Then, he answered immediately, "Alright, Young Master. I'll go immediately."

Jiang Xuecheng's heart was extremely painful, just like being cut by the knife.

No matter what, nothing bad should happen to Su Wan…

Jiang Xuecheng's brows were knitted tightly. He took big steps, leaving the hostess behind and walked toward a middle-aged man in his forties.

"Mr. Li, lend me your helicopter."

Mr. Li was a nouveau riche person. With some luck, he had made a lot of money through gambling. Then, he went into real estate and everything had gone smoothly for him.

Mr. Li was boastful. Today, he had come to A City to attend the product exchange conference by helicopter and it was extremely eye-catching.

Mr. Li was chatting with a pretty lady and was scared out of his wits when a cold and gloomy voice suddenly sounded behind him.

It was not a tone of request but more like an order of a boss to his subordinate.

Which unwise fellow was this? His attitude was so arrogant and he wanted to borrow his helicopter?

Mr. Li turned around in dissatisfaction. Then, a handsome but gloomy face appeared in his eyes.

Jiang Xuecheng's face looked terrible. His temperament was as cold as an iceberg and now that he stood there, he was more like an emissary sent from hell asking for his life.

Mr. Li was confused. When did he provoke this great god?

"Mr. Jiang, I…"

Before waiting for Mr. Li to finish his sentence, Jiang Xuecheng threw his Centurion Card at Mr. Li. When Mr. Li saw the Centurion Card, his eyes lit up.

God, did he mean he could ask for any amount?

Mr. Li couldn't be bothered about the pretty girl next to him. His hand trembled and he handed over his key in his palm.

"Mr. Jiang, this is the key to open the engine room. The helicopter is in the underground square of the exhibition center."

Jiang Xuecheng took the keys and had no mood to listen to what Mr. Li said. He dashed out immediately.

What on earth caused such urgency in Jiang Xuecheng?

Looking at Jiang Xuecheng disappearing from his sight, Mr. Li gaped.

He had not called Xiao Zhao, the pilot. Did Jiang Xuecheng have his own pilot's license?