??682: Chapter 682: Asking for Marriage (4)
682: Chapter 682: Asking for Marriage (4)
“Alright, I’ve got it.
Make sure to preserve Wang Jianwen’s body.
I’ll co by to take a look tomorrow morning,” An Yiqing nodded.
After hanging up the phone, she slowly fell into contemplation.
Wang Jianwen’s death was peculiar.
According to An Zhiyu, he had suddenly died while talking.
His face had turned purplish-blue, and it seed like sothing had been strangling his neck.
Such a manner of death made An Yiqing involuntarily think of a person who hadn’t been ntioned in a long ti.
That person was Aunt Zhang, who had stayed with the An Family for over a decade!
An Yiqing rembered that before Aunt Zhang died, it had happened in the sa way—she was talking and then suddenly died.
Could there be a connection between the two?
If there was a relation between Wang Jianwen and Aunt Zhang, to what extent did that relate to the incident nineteen years ago where a baby was stolen?
An Yiqing just felt like she was surrounded by a heavy fog, falling into a bottomless black hole.
Suddenly, a large hand gently rested on her shoulder.
An Yiqing slowly lifted her head to see Gu Yelin’s handso face appear before her.
“You have ; don’t worry.
Whatever it is, we’ll face it together,” Gu Yelin said softly, draping his arm around An Yiqing’s shoulder.
An Yiqing’s eyes curved into a smile, and she nodded cheerfully, casting aside the gloom of just monts before.
“Mhm, I know.”
At this point, the mbers of the An Family had finished dinner and were coming out of the dining room.
“What’s wrong, Niuniu?
Who was on the phone?” Old Lady An asked with a twinkle in her eyes.
“Um, Grandma, it was a friend of mine,” An Yiqing gently sat on the couch and asked in a soft voice, “Grandpa, Grandma, have you both finished eating?”
“We’ve finished, finished!
Co on, let’s have a eting,” Old Master An pushed his gold-rimd glasses up his nose and said excitedly, “Let’s discuss Niuniu’s engagent.”
When she heard this, An Yiqing blushed and gave everyone a coy look.
“Grandpa, you…”
“Oh, our Niuniu is blushing!” Old Master An laughed heartily, teasing her.
In no ti, the An Family Mansion was filled with joy and warmth.
While the An Family was enthusiastically and happily discussing the engagent, in a mysterious villa in the Xuandu Suburbs, a tall man dressed in black stood before a hunched figure seated on a couch and respectfully said, “Master, it’s failed.
The one sent to kill Wang Jianwen is dead.”
“Dead?” A hoarse and sharp voice ca out, causing the man’s scalp to tingle, “How did he die?”
“Replying to the master, soone punched him, shattering his head, and killed him outright.
Wang Jianwen’s whereabouts are now unknown.
He’s likely been taken by the other party,” the man said respectfully.
The room fell into silence, and the man, standing with his head bowed, felt chills running down his spine, as minutes stretched out like decades.
Finally, after a long while, the hoarse and sharp voice cut through the silence like a sharp dagger scraping glass, painfully grating.
“Go and find out exactly who it was.
Let’s see who has the nerve to snatch soone from under my watch!” the sharp voice said with a venomous tone.
“Yes, Master,” the man had inwardly heaved a sigh of relief, nodded respectfully, bowed slightly, and quietly retreated.
The next morning, An Yiqing got up early from bed, left the An Family Mansion, and went to the residence of the Thirteen Blood Generals.
“Miss, you’ve arrived?” An Zhifeng, with a sharp eye, spotted An Yiqing and greeted her with respect.
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