Because of Quan Yu’s appearance, Ning Guiwan was slightly distracted. She heard footsteps behind her but wasn’t alert. In such a lively and crowded place, no one would have expected soone to dare to attack. In a daze, she heard soone calling her na—the voice sotis distant, sotis near, and incredibly faint and unclear.
「...」
Qiao Youning stood rooted to the spot, her face frightfully pale.
She... She’d hurt soone...
The shattered porcelain pieces scattered at her feet silently testified that the scene just monts ago was no illusion. Blood stained the reflective floor, marred by nurous bloody footprints.
The anger she had felt monts before had vanished completely, replaced by an endless stream of panic welling up from the depths of her heart, leaving her hands and feet ice-cold.
She hadn’t ant to hurt anyone; she didn’t even know what had co over her.
"If anything happens to her, I won’t let you off!" Quan Yu had said as he carried Ning Guiwan away, his words still ringing in her ears.
And the way Quan Yu looked at her, as if he wanted to strangle her.
SOB...
Qiao Youning collapsed to the ground.
"What happened?" Qiao Yishen had been on a call for only about ten minutes. When he returned, he found the atmosphere in the banquet hall heavy, as if sothing terrible had occurred.
Seeing the blood and shattered porcelain everywhere, and his own younger sister collapsed on the ground, covering her face and crying, he had an imdiate bad feeling.
"What happened?" Qiao Yishen asked again.
President Niu’s expression was grim. He’d always heard rumors that Ning Guiwan was doted on by the Quan Family’s elderly matriarch. And judging by Quan Yu’s murderous expression just now, it was clear she was important to him too.
Quan Yu was always known for his composure, not one to wear his emotions on his sleeve, but just now...
The more President Niu thought about it, the more serious the situation seed. He had finally managed to establish a connection with this top executive from Ruiyin; he couldn’t afford to suffer a double loss now!
「...」
Qiao Yishen brought Qiao Youning to the hospital. Ning Guiwan had already been rushed to the ergency room.
The light above the ergency room door flickered, tugging at the hearts of those waiting outside.
Quan Yu had taken off his suit jacket and tossed it carelessly on the floor. His vest was unbuttoned, and his white shirt and hands were stained with blood.
The man’s expression was terrifyingly grim, his eyes dark.
Having known him for so many years, Qiao Yishen had never seen him with such a look.
Back when they were studying in the United States, they had started a company together. Once, after pursuing a major client for half a year, they had finally drafted a contract, only for it to be snatched away by a competitor the day before signing. They were all young then, unable to control their emotions. Everyone was furious; Chi Zhengjun had even grabbed a chair and smashed a computer with it.
Only Quan Yu, silent and still, showed no excessive behavior.
But two years later, he had swallowed up both those companies. It was only then, two years later, that the others realized the one who had seed most impassive back then had harbored the deepest grudge.
Qiao Yishen looked at the man with the terrifying expression by the ergency room door. For soone usually so capable of forbearance to show such anger now... one could only imagine how much the person inside that room ant to him.
"Quan..." Qiao Yishen called out.
Quan Yu seed not to hear him.
Qiao Yishen sighed and turned to look at his sister, her face streaked with tears.
He had gotten the full story on the way here. It was all because of that Lu Ziqi.
"Stand over there," Qiao Yishen pushed Qiao Youning toward Quan Yu.
Qiao Youning, terrified, shrank back behind her brother. Quan Yu’s clothes, hands, and even his face were spattered with blood, making his expression all the more dreadful.
"Brother... don’t..." she clutched her brother’s sleeve, crying miserably. "I don’t want to go over there..."
This sister of his wasn’t malicious, just naive, impulsive, and easily swayed by her emotions.
"Stand over there!" Qiao Yishen’s expression turned cold. "You will leave when the person in there is safely discharged, and not a mont before."
"Brother..." Qiao Youning, also afraid of her angry brother, sniffled. Timidly and reluctantly, she walked towards the ergency room door and stood beside Quan Yu.
Quan Yu said nothing, didn’t even glance at her, yet she felt as if thousands of knives were pressed against her back.
Qiao Yishen bent down, picked up the suit jacket Quan Yu had tossed on the floor, shook it out, and draped it over his arm. He then reached out and placed a hand on Quan Yu’s shoulder. "Quan, I’m truly sorry about this."
Quan Yu brushed his hand away. His voice, when he finally spoke, was icy and devoid of any emotion. "There’s no need for apologies."
At first glance, that might sound like he wasn’t going to pursue the matter.
But Qiao Yishen’s expression changed instantly. Quan Yu’s words didn’t an he was being magnanimous enough to forgive Qiao Youning; on the contrary, he was utterly rejecting any apology.
He glanced at Qiao Youning.
This sister of his...
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