Chapter 366 - 366 352 Xiaojing I Want to Go Home (1)_1

Chapter 366: 352, Xiaojing, I Want to Go Home (1)_1 Chapter 366: 352, Xiaojing, I Want to Go Home (1)_1 Zhou Qi watched Mo Xiao leave, wanting to call out to him but found herself lacking the courage. Raising her head, she unintentionally met An Chong’s disappointed eyes, which faintly carried a trace of resentment.

Her own son, resented her!

Realizing this, she was electrified. She stepped forward, reached out to her son’s arm, her voice trembling slightly, “Achong, you…”

An Chong looked indifferent, brushed off her hand, and left without a word.

“Achong!”

Zhou Qi stumbled a step, calling out with a mournful tone.

She knew it, that vixen Yun Xi had been the one to sow discord between mother and son after all.

Now, she had completely lost the hearts of both her sons, the thing she feared most had indeed happened.

Not one person, including An Rong, stepped forward to comfort her. They all just stood there, still somewhat unable to digest the bombshell news.

In the blink of an eye, the entire An Family was thrown into chaos.

The sky gradually darkened, clouds amassed, and the rain started perlilng down.

The wild wind wreaked havoc, the rain torrential, blown about like smoke, like fog by the wind.

Within the curtain of rain, a dark silhouette could faintly be seen.

“Miss Jian, Miss Jian!”

A shout rang out from behind, but it didn’t make the woman pause her steps.

The butler, Qiu Bo, carrying an umbrella, chased after her out in the rain with several security guards.

The heavy downpour blurred the view somewhat, but luckily the main road outside An Family’s mansion was flat, and its isolated location made searching for people slightly easier.

“Butler Qiu, over there.”

One of the guards spotted Jian Qing’s figure and quickly pointed it out.

Following his gaze, Qiu Bo had an urgent expression on his face.

“Quickly, let’s catch up and see.”

Now that it was autumn, this heavy rain could easily lead to catching a cold.

As for the calls from behind, Jian Qing ignored them. Her dark eyes flashed with a bone-chilling cold, the usual smile on her lips completely gone.

So, the truth she had been seeking all this time was so hurtful.

Her mother and An Zhe, if that was a twist of fate, what was her relationship with Luoluo?

“Miss Jian, please stop, come back.”

As an old man, he couldn’t catch up with the young lady.

Qiu Bo wiped the rain off his face and finally caught up to Jian Qing.

“Miss Jian, please come back with us. The rain is too heavy. If you want to go home, I can have someone drive you.”

As he spoke, he moved the umbrella dexterously over Jian Qing’s head while a guard moved his own umbrella over Qiu Bo.

Her long, dark hair was plastered onto her cheeks in disarray. Her drooping curled eyelashes obscured the frost in her eyes.

“Get lost!”

Her frosty voice rasped out, along with a frigid malice aimed at Qiu Bo.

Qiu Bo’s eyes narrowed slightly, a complicated look crossed his face, but still, he held the umbrella for her.

“Miss Jian, the master didn’t mean to harm you, you…”

Upon the mention of the old master, Jian Qing’s surging malice became even more apparent.

She couldn’t bear to stay here for another moment.

She missed Xiaojing.

She missed him so much.

She abruptly darted off, ignoring the calls of Qiu Bo and the others behind her.

“Miss Jian－”

Not far off, a silver sports car broke into the curtain of rain.

The rumble of its engine drawn closer, its tires rolling over the pavement, splashing brilliant water droplets.

The guards by Qiu Bo’s side recognized the silver sports car. It looked familiar.

Right, Jian Qing had arrived in that car this morning.

Qiu Bo halted, his eyes filled with surprise as he watched the silver sports car.

This is…

Before they could think any further, the silver sports car came to a sudden halt, resting solidly in its tracks.

The car door opened, and a tall figure entered everyone’s view.

The man’s deep, purple eyes were remote and indifferent. His thin lips were tightly pressed, and his entire body radiated an icy cold aura, intimidating to anyone who saw him.

“Quan Jingwu!” said Qiubo, taken aback.

Now, things had taken a turn for the worse.

Amidst the hazy rain, the familiar figure dashed into her field of vision.

He is here!

Jian Qing paused her steps, her eyes somewhat stinging.

Before she could walk towards him, the man had already rushed to her side.

Quan Jingwu put his hands on her shoulders, rain washing his cold face, “You idiot, do you know it’s raining? Who allowed you to stand in the rain?”

Though his tone was one of admonishment, the depths of his eyes held an overwhelming tenderness.

He took her hands in his, only to find her hands chillingly cold, “Baby, what happened, hm?”

His precious girl was perfectly fine when he had brought her here in the morning, how could she look so distressed after just an afternoon?

Listening to his voice, the frosty look in Jian Qing’s eyes gradually faded, revealing a rare touch of vulnerability on her cold face.

She threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his chest, “Jingwu, I want to go home!”

The cold voice choked with sobs fell on his ears, making his heart ache.

Who on earth had hurt his precious gem this much?

He gently stroked her long hair, his thin lips touching her forehead, “Alright, let’s go home.”

As soon as the words fell, he picked her up sideways and headed for the sports car.

He settled Jian Qing into the car carefully, buckled her seat belt, closed the car door, and was about to go around the other side to get in the car.

“Master Jingwu, wait.”

Qiubo regained his senses and hurried to catch up.

Quan Jingwu paused, raising his eyes to look at Qiubo. His thin lips parted with a dangerous intonation.

“Regardless of what happened, I, Quan Jingwu, will personally settle this matter someday.”

Having said that, he got into the car and slammed the door shut.

The icy voice resonated, making Qiubo shudder as if he had fallen into a bottomless cold pit.

He stood dumbfounded, watching the sports car drive away.

Not far away, a pair of icy cold eyes were staring at the direction the sports car disappeared.

Mo Xiao had run out, intending to stop Jian Qing, but he hadn’t expected Quan Jingwu to arrive at that very moment.

Watching the delicate figure throw herself into his arms, relying on Quan Jingwu like a defenseless hedgehog, he felt a sourness in his heart.

However, his feet felt rooted to the ground, unable to move.

Qiubo returned with a few security guards, looking at Mo Xiao standing outside the gate, he couldn’t help but feel surprised.

“Master, why did you come out?”

Not getting any response from Mo Xiao, Qiubo followed his gaze and spoke softly, “Master, you don’t have to worry about Miss Qing. That man who just came is Quan Jingwu. With him around, Miss Qing will be fine.”

More accurately, the An Family should be the ones in trouble now.

Mo Xiao turned around and walked back to the mansion, his hand hanging by his side clenched somewhat.

…

On the way back to Shijin Haoting, the rain showed no signs of letting up.

With a “swoosh”, the spray of water splashed up.

The sports car stopped, and Quan Jingwu got off.

He shut the car door, walked around to the other side to pick up Jian Qing.

Jian Qing nestled quietly in his arms, her clear eyes clouded with a misty dullness. Right now, she was like a fragile china doll.

Feeling her cold body temperature, Quan Jingwu frowned slightly and, holding her in his arms, he quickly walked up the stairs.