Chapter 372: 358, Going to An Family again (1)_1 Chapter 372: 358, Going to An Family again (1)_1 Oh my, watching Black Jackâs defeat is really too thrilling.
âIf you want to continue, Iâll step aside for a while,â he said intentionally.
Hearing this, Jian Luo bowed his head even lower, and the blush on his face didnât fade for a long time.
Damn, this is such an embarrassment.
Black Jack glanced at the person next to him from the corner of his eye, and walked towards Bai Jue.
Thereâs 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.
âWell, I wonât bother you guys,â he said.
After finishing his sentence, he turned to leave.
He was fast, but someone was faster.
A big hand grabbed his collar, the rough action was obviously hostile.
âBai Jue, I think we should have a serious discussion about life,â a deep voice carried a hint of danger, echoing from behind him.
Bai Jue wanted to cry but no tears came out.
Please, his life was very good, no need for further discussion.
He turned his head and smirked at Black Jack, âBlack Jack, I suddenly remembered that I have something to do. How about we discuss life some other day?â
Black Jack held onto him, giving him a sharp glare.
Begging for mercy?
Too late.
Disturbing his good times clearly means heâs asking for it.
âWe can take care of your matters some other day, today it would be good to teach you some lessons about life,â he said.
Without giving him a chance to speak, he dragged him away.
âJian Luo, save me!â
Bai Jueâs 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 schemed by Black Jack.
Bai Jueâs appearance was so timely.
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.
âBlack Jack, are you trying to murder me?â
Jian Luoâs lips curved up, and his eyes shimmered with a crafty smile.
Poor Bai Jue!
Hope he doesnât get beaten up too badly.
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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 manâs 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 womanâs voice and a girlâs wailing intertwined, echoing in the snowy sky, constantly assaulting her eardrums.
âNuonuo, Mommy canât stay with you anymore, you have to take good care of yourself and your little brother.â
âNo, Mommy, letâs go to the hospital, Nuonuo will find Grandpa Tai, donât leave Nuonuo.â
âCough, cough⊠Nuonuo, Mommy canât hold on any longer, go find An⊠â The womanâs voice trailed off, her hand gripping the girl loosened, and her beautiful eyes slowly closed.
âNo!â
The cold voice broke the silence of the bedroom.
Jian Qingâs closed eyes flickered open, and she sat up abruptly.
The moment she woke up, Quan Jingwu also woke up.
âSweetheart, whatâs wrong?â
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.
âDid you have a nightmare, hmm?â 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, âXiaojing, I dreamt of my mum.â
Ever since she moved to Beijing, she hardly ever had this dream, but now she started dreaming about that snowy day again.
Quan Jingwuâs fingers paused as they combed through her hair, recalling what Bai Jue had said about her at the manorââ
On the surface, Jian Qing seemed unaffected, but in reality, her inner demon never vanished, merely 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, âSweetheart, letâs go to the An family again, Iâll accompany you, okay?â
Unless they got to the bottom of what happened back then, he didnât think his sweetheart would ever be truly cheerful.
He didnât want that inner demon to haunt her forever.
The manâs voice echoed above her, causing Jian Qingâs 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, âAlright.â
She was determined to find the pocket watch her mother mentioned, she believed there must be some special significance to it, otherwise, her mother wouldnât have mentioned it before she died.
To find the pocket watch, they would inevitably have to revisit the An family.
What she couldnât figure out was what her mother wanted to say before she died, who out of the An family was she referring to.
The manâs voice broke her train of thought.
âLetâs wash up, then head out.â
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.
âOoh -â
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 Snowballâs fur.
She bestowed a small smile, âSnowball, I forgot to prepare you dinner last night, I promise to make up for it today.â
âOoh ooh -â
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 some 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 Qingâs brow furrowed unintentionally, instinctively resisting the impending winter.
For her, winter and snow brought nothing but unpleasant memories.
âSweetheart, get in the car.â
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 Qingâs lips curved lightly.
With him there, her feelings of unease seemed to be soothed.
The morning didnât seem so chilly anymore.
The roar of the car engine started, the car sped off, stirring up the fallen leaves on the ground.
An Familyâs Mansion
After the dreary nightlong rain, not a single family member of the An family had a peaceful nightâs 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 Yunâs 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.