??Chapter 372: 358, Going to An Family again (1)_1
Chapter 372: 358, Going to An Family again (1)_1
Oh my, watching Black Jack’s defeat is really too thrilling.
“If you want to continue, I’ll step aside for a while,” he said intentionally.
Hearing this, Jian Luo bowed his head even lower, and the blush on his face didn’t fade for a long ti.
Damn, this is such an embarrassnt.
Black Jack glanced at the person next to him from the corner of his eye, and walked towards Bai Jue.
There’s a murderous aura!
Bai Jue looked at the man walking towards him and felt a chill. His smile froze, and he knew he was in trouble.
“Well, I won’t bother you guys,” he said.
After finishing his sentence, he turned to leave.
He was fast, but soone was faster.
A big hand grabbed his collar, the rough action was obviously hostile.
“Bai Jue, I think we should have a serious discussion about life,” a deep voice carried a hint of danger, echoing from behind him.
Bai Jue wanted to cry but no tears ca out.
Please, his life was very good, no need for further discussion.
He turned his head and smirked at Black Jack, “Black Jack, I suddenly rembered that I have sothing to do. How about we discuss life so other day?”
Black Jack held onto him, giving him a sharp glare.
Begging for rcy?
Too late.
Disturbing his good tis clearly ans he’s asking for it.
“We can take care of your matters so other day, today it would be good to teach you so lessons about life,” he said.
Without giving him a chance to speak, he dragged him away.
“Jian Luo, save !”
Bai Jue’s mournful cry echoed through the corridor for a long while.
Once the two of them had left, Jian Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He raised his hand to pat his cheek, letting out a soft sigh.
Damn, he was almost sched by Black Jack.
Bai Jue’s appearance was so tily.
His eyes fell on the notebook that had fallen to the ground. He bent down to pick it up, then tore off the short essay on that page.
Just as he had folded the piece of paper and tucked it into his pocket, a scream like that of a slaughtered pig sounded from outside.
“Black Jack, are you trying to murder ?”
Jian Luo’s lips curved up, and his eyes shimred with a crafty smile.
Poor Bai Jue!
Hope he doesn’t get beaten up too badly.
…
The warm sunlight poured through the French windows and cast little golden spots on the floor.
On the bed, two figures lay intimately close together.
Jian Qing was nestled in the man’s arms, her delicate body tightly ensconced in his embrace. His strong arms were placed protectively around her waist, hugging her closely.
She frowned in her sleep. beads of sweat covered her smooth forehead, as if she was having a restless dream.
In her dream, she kept running, but could never escape the snow-covered landscape.
A weak woman’s voice and a girl’s wailing intertwined, echoing in the snowy sky, constantly assaulting her eardrums.
“Nuonuo, Mommy can’t stay with you anymore, you have to take good care of yourself and your little brother.”
“No, Mommy, let’s go to the hospital, Nuonuo will find Grandpa Tai, don’t leave Nuonuo.”
“Cough, cough… Nuonuo, Mommy can’t hold on any longer, go find An… ” The woman’s voice trailed off, her hand gripping the girl loosened, and her beautiful eyes slowly closed.
“No!”
The cold voice broke the silence of the bedroom.
Jian Qing’s closed eyes flickered open, and she sat up abruptly.
The mont she woke up, Quan Jingwu also woke up.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
He stretched out his hand and held her in his arms, lowered his eyes to see the cold sweat on her forehead, a touch of heartache flickered in his purple eyes.
“Did you have a nightmare, hmm?” He reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead, stroking her cheek tenderly with his fingertips.
Jian Qing turned her head and buried it in his chest, her voice hoarse, “Xiaojing, I dreamt of my mum.”
Ever since she moved to Beijing, she hardly ever had this dream, but now she started dreaming about that snowy day again.
Quan Jingwu’s fingers paused as they combed through her hair, recalling what Bai Jue had said about her at the manor––
On the surface, Jian Qing seed unaffected, but in reality, her inner demon never vanished, rely suppressed to the deepest part of her heart.
And that inner demon sprang from the scene she witnessed: the unfortunate incident involving her mother, Jian Wei.
A dark light flashed in his eyes as he pressed his thin lips against her forehead, “Sweetheart, let’s go to the An family again, I’ll accompany you, okay?”
Unless they got to the bottom of what happened back then, he didn’t think his sweetheart would ever be truly cheerful.
He didn’t want that inner demon to haunt her forever.
The man’s voice echoed above her, causing Jian Qing’s hand, which was twisting his shirt, to tighten, her knuckles turning white.
She lowered her gaze as the dream still replayed before her eyes.
After a long period of silence, she finally responded softly, “Alright.”
She was determined to find the pocket watch her mother ntioned, she believed there must be so special significance to it, otherwise, her mother wouldn’t have ntioned it before she died.
To find the pocket watch, they would inevitably have to revisit the An family.
What she couldn’t figure out was what her mother wanted to say before she died, who out of the An family was she referring to.
The man’s voice broke her train of thought.
“Let’s wash up, then head out.”
Saying this, he lifted the quilt, holding her as he got out of bed.
After they washed up and changed their clothes, they went downstairs.
“Ooh -”
Seeing the two of them descend, Snowball excitedly ran towards them.
Quan Jingwu let go of Jian Qing, walking into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Jian Qing squatted down, stroking Snowball’s fur.
She bestowed a small smile, “Snowball, I forgot to prepare you dinner last night, I promise to make up for it today.”
“Ooh ooh -”
As if understood what Jian Qing implied, Snowball gleefully brushed her continuously with its fluffy head.
Its favourite person was indeed the beauty.
After eating breakfast and preparing so food for Snowball, Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing were ready to head out.
Opening the door, a gusty cold wind greeted them.
Leaves drifted down, carried by the chilly wind, foreshadowing the arrival of early winter.
Jian Qing’s brow furrowed unintentionally, instinctively resisting the impending winter.
For her, winter and snow brought nothing but unpleasant mories.
“Sweetheart, get in the car.”
Quan Jingwu opened the car door, his voice warm.
She snapped back to reality and got in the car.
Quan Jingwu closed the door and walked to the other side to get in. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding her cool hand.
A slight warmth spread from his palm to her hand. Jian Qing’s lips curved lightly.
With him there, her feelings of unease seed to be soothed.
The morning didn’t seem so chilly anymore.
The roar of the car engine started, the car sped off, stirring up the fallen leaves on the ground.
An Family’s Mansion
After the dreary nightlong rain, not a single family mber of the An family had a peaceful night’s sleep.
The old mansion was eerily silent in the early morning.
Last night, An Chong returned to the mansion in a drunken stupor and argued with Zhao Xuan, disturbing several people.
If not for An Yu and An Yun’s intervention, the two would probably have ended up in a fistfight. Finally, An Yun took An Chong, who was too drunk to be aware of his surroundings, to a guest room to rest, eventually putting an end to the commotion.
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