NOVPUBChapter 112: 112, Don’t touch him_1
Chapter 112: 112, Don’t touch him_1
Upon hearing this, everyone’s eyes widened, looking at An Man in disbelief.
Yang Xiang was the first to lose his patience, “Auntie, did you just say Jian Qing is living in Shijin Haoting, is that true?”
It’s not that anyone with money can live in Shijin Haoting. How could that wilful girl live there?
An Man nodded, her gaze drifting noncommittal towards the old Mr. An.
“I checked, and Jian Qing really does live there.”
An Yu and the others were shocked as if they were struck by lightning, their faces filled with complex expressions.
“Grandpa, you…” An Yu looked hurt, struggling to find words when addressing old Mr. An.
It was obvious to everyone that they all thought Jian Qing was able to live in Shijin Haoting because of old Mr. An.
Old Mr. An swept a glance at them, well aware of what they were thinking. He coldly huffed, “Kept your petty thoughts to yourselves. Do you really think Qing needs the An family’s help?”
If that girl needed his help, even a little, he’d be more than happy to assist her. It’s a pity that girl utterly despises any assistance from the An family.
Upon hearing Old Mr. An’s words, An Yu, and Yang Xiang were a little embarrassed.
Aqiu timely voiced out, “Miss Qing had been living in Shijin Haoting even before she moved into the An household. She bought the house at Shijin Haoting herself.”
In other words, the old man knew Jian Qing was living in Shijin Haoting all along, only they were all kept in the dark.
An Yu, Yang Xiang, and the others, their faces changed slightly. Recalling their previous ridicules about Jian Qing’s poverty, they couldn¹t help but feel unpleasant. 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝖕𝖚𝔟.𝔠𝔬𝖒
That’s Shijin Haoting, a place where the prominent figures of Beijing vie for. How did Jian Qing manage to live there?
Seeing that the topic had veered off, An Man hurriedly said, “Grandpa, I beg you, Chengcheng is your great-grandson as well, for my sake, please save him.”
Old Mr. An looked at An Man kneeling on the floor, his eyebrows knitted together, “If Qing wanted to harm Xiang Cheng, she wouldn’t have only broken his arm, and she wouldn’t have bothered to kidnap Xiang Cheng from the hospital in the middle of the night. An Man, get up first.”
An Man shook her head, “Grandpa, if you don’t agree to help me, I will kneel here all night.”
“Are you threatening me?” Old Mr. An’s eyes squinted.
Locking eyes with Old Mr. An, An Man felt apprehensive, but she had to do this for the sake of her son.
“Grandpa, all Jian Qing wants is revenge for what happened seventeen years ago. But I’ve also paid a price for it. Chengcheng is my only son in my lifetime. If something happens to him, how am I going to live?”
An Man’s voice choked as she spoke the last few words.
The atmosphere in the living room became heavy after these words.
An Yu and the other younger members watched as the elder members of the family frowned, not daring to make a sound.
The issue from seventeen years ago was a huge taboo in the An family. When An Man suddenly brought it up, Zhou Qi and the others changed their expressions, their minds drifting back to the winter of seventeen years ago.
The heavy snowfall, the thin figure…
And the scalding red blood.
“Aqiu, call Qing,” Old Mr. An’s voice broke the silence after a while.
He knew that if he didn’t make this call tonight, Qing wouldn’t be able to rest. Instead of making them keep hoping, it’s better to let them give up.
Aqiu, “Yes.”
An Man’s gaze darkened, and a great weight lifted from her heart.
Everyone watched as Aqiu dialed the number, with An Man staring intently, feeling anxious.
A few minutes passed, and the call still wasn’t connected. Aqiu put down his phone and looked up at Old Mr. An, “Miss Qing isn’t picking up.”
Upon hearing this, An Man slumped her shoulders.
Old Mr. An furrowed his brows, about to ask him to call one more time, when a servant rushed in from outside, his face pale as if being chased by a ghost.
“What’s the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?” Zhou Qi drank displeasedly.
The servant glanced at An Man, summoning the courage to speak, “Outside… um… Young Master Cheng… ”
Mentioning Xiang Cheng, An Man shot up from the ground, quickly walked over, and grabbed the servant’s arm, her sharp nails sinking into the servant’s skin.
Meeting An Man’s threatening gaze, the servant didn’t dare to cry out in pain, and quickly said, “Young Master Cheng was dumped at the entrance of the mansion.”
“What happened?” An Chong stepped forward.
Everyone immediately turned to look at her. The servant swallowed hard, nervously said, “The guards said a black car stopped at the entrance, and then Young Master Cheng was thrown out.”
“How is Chengcheng? Where is he now?” An Man’s eyes darkened as she glared at the servant. The servant shuddered under her gaze.
“Young Master Cheng is covered in injuries. The security guards outside don’t dare to move him around freely. He is still at the entrance,” the servant quickly answered.
Upon hearing this, An Man let go of her hand, not thinking twice, she immediately ran out.
“An Man, you… be careful.” Zhou Qi shouted, but An Man was too worried about her son to pay any attention to her words.
An Rong and the others also hurriedly followed out. In an instant, only Old Mr. An and Aqiu were left in the living room.
“Aqiu, go to the security room and pull out the surveillance footage,” Old Mr. An commanded.
Aqiu nodded and walked quickly out of the room.
The very car boldly stopped at the entrance of the An family’s mansion, indicating that the other party wasn’t afraid of the An family, and that they came prepared.
Things had just got complicated.
…
An Man ran desperately to the entrance. The scene before her eyes almost made her burst into tears.
Ah—” she screamed.
Shadows of twinkling trees, the mournful scream alarmed the birds hiding in branches. The birds fluttered their wings and flew into the night sky.
Those who followed her were also startled, their hearts skipped a beat, and they quickened their steps.
The guards at the entrance saw An Man approaching and quickly made way for her.
An Man looked at the scene before her. Her legs went weak and she stumbled, kneeling on the ground.
The man who lay there, his clothes were so stained, they were unrecognizable. His body was smeared with blood, giving him a bedraggled appearance. The bandages on his hand had come undone, hanging loosely around his hand. His face was swollen and bruised. If it weren’t for people who knew him well, it would be hard to recognize him.
The people who had followed her, upon seeing the figure on the ground, gasped with alarm. Yang Xiang and the other girls turned pale and didn’t dare to get closer.
“Chengcheng, my Chengcheng..” An Man touched the man on the ground with trembling hands, tears flowing down her face.
Xiang Cheng, who was lying on the ground, was barely breathing. If it weren’t for the faint breathing from his nostrils, everyone might have thought he was dead.
An Yun watched the whole thing, feeling that something was amiss. His gaze suddenly fell on Xiang Cheng’s legs, his eyes darkened.
“Miss, we shouldn’t move him yet.”
“Yunyun, what’s the matter?” Zhou Qi looked at him in confusion, “Why can’t we move him?”
An Yun didn’t answer her. He squatted down and extended his hand towards Xiang Cheng’s leg, lightly touching it.
