Chapter 880 - 880 866 The truth comes out (2)

Chapter 880: 866, The truth comes out (2) Chapter 880: 866, The truth comes out (2) Upon hearing this, Mo Xiao’s gaze sharpened, “Xiang Cheng is dead? When did that happen?”

“Today, I just found out myself.”

“Isn’t An Man in prison?” Mo Xiao asked.

“I originally went to ask her about something, but the prison guards said that she had been temporarily bailed out by someone and wouldn’t be returned until tomorrow.” Knowing Mo Xiao’s dissatisfaction with An Man for having once hurt Jian Qing, An Chong said helplessly, “Big brother, I know you can’t forgive the things Aman has done, but after all, she’s our sister, we can’t just ignore her well-being.”

“Alright, I’ll take care of this matter. If there’s nothing else, you can go back first and don’t disturb Grandpa’s rest,” Mo Xiao said calmly.

As An Chong’s gaze fleetingly swept over the person sleeping on the hospital bed, a myriad of feelings welled up inside him.

“Then, I’ll be going first.”

“Wait.” Jian Luo called out to him.

An Chong stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at him, waiting for his next words.

“If you want to know An Man’s whereabouts, bring all the members of the An Family here tomorrow morning,” Jian Luo said, his voice low and hoarse, conveying a sense of calm before the storm.

An Chong’s expression changed slightly, and he walked quickly to face him.

“Was it you who took Aman away?”

“What difference does it make whether it was or wasn’t?” Jian Luo replied flatly, his indifferent eyes scanning over him.

“What exactly do you want to do, why take Aman away?” An Chong pressed, his anger barely contained as he stared at Jian Luo, demanding, “Aman is already in prison, what more do you want from her?”

Seeing An Chong’s clenched fists, Mo Xiao quickly stepped forward, placing himself between the two and protecting Jian Luo, “Achong, mind your tone. He is my son, and besides, An Man being in prison is a result of her own actions, who else is to blame?”

Harming his Weiwei and then sending someone to assassinate his daughter, even if she was his sister, he couldn’t forgive the mistakes she had committed.

“Big brother, Aman is also your sister,” An Chong emphasized.

Mo Xiao gave a mocking laugh, “If it weren’t for that fact, she wouldn’t even have had the chance to go to prison. Every extra day she lives is a bonus for her.”

An Chong was at a loss for words, looking at the man before him who was his brother, suddenly feeling a sense of strangeness.

Jian Luo, protected behind him, gazed at the towering figure of his father, feeling a warm surge enveloping his heart.

He stood up, reached out to pull Mo Xiao closer, and looked directly at An Chong, “Rest assured, if we had wanted to harm An Man, we wouldn’t have waited until now. Bring the rest of the An Family here tomorrow morning; it’s about time to settle some matters.”

On hearing this, An Chong’s face grew stern as he looked at him, the chill in his eyes amplifying the unease in his heart.

“Oh, and if you don’t want anything to happen to An Man, it’s best not to tell anyone in advance that she’s with us. Otherwise, you’ll be responsible for the consequences,” Jian Luo added.

An Chong, uncertain whom “the others” he mentioned were, glanced at Mo Xiao and seeing his silence, could only leave with his doubts.

Once An Chong left, Mo Xiao quickly asked, “Luoluo, what happened, why did you get An Man out?”

“Dad, we suspect that Grandpa’s poisoning has something to do with Zhao Xuan,” Jian Luo got straight to the point.

“Zhao Xuan?” Mo Xiao was taken aback.

Jian Luo continued, “Yes, we still can’t clear up the specifics, but An Man must have reached some sort of agreement with Zhao Xuan; otherwise, Zhao Xuan wouldn’t have kindheartedly taken care of Xiang Cheng for her. My sister will bring An Man over tomorrow, and then the whole truth will come to light.”

Mo Xiao nodded, and together they turned their gaze to Old Master An, their eyes flashing with a similar coldness.

－－End of Line－－

Quan Family

In the bedroom, Jian Qing changed her clothes and came out only to see the two little treasures playing on the bed, with Snowball lying next to them, keeping them company.

Suddenly, Nineteen crawled to the edge of the bed, tiny legs dangling in the air, his upper body resting on the bed as if he was about to fall off any second.

“Yiya…”

Jian Qing quickly ran over and picked him up, gently rubbing his nose tip, “Nineteen, you naughty little imp, you scared mommy to death.”

Nineteen laughed “giggle giggle,” his chubby little hands clinging to Jian Qing’s neck without letting go, and seeing this, Seventeen also reached out wanting to be held by Jian Qing.

Looking at his cute smile, naturally, Jian Qing couldn’t refuse him, holding Nineteen with one hand, she freed her other hand to also embrace him.

Hmm, he seemed to have gotten heavier again.

She lowered her head and kissed the two little ones, whispering softly, “Seventeen, Nineteen, be good and stay at home today, daddy and mommy will be back soon.”

“Good babies!”

Quan Jingwu entered through the door and saw her holding one in each arm, he stretched out his strong arm and swept the two little ones into his embrace, their little bottoms sitting snugly in the crook of his arm.

“Let’s go.”

Jian Qing chuckled lightly, following by his side while playing with the two little ones.

On the big weekend, everyone from the Quan family was home, including Quan Yimo who had also taken a rare break to come back.

“Seventeen, Nineteen, come to Uncle here.”

Quan Mingxuan sprawled bonelessly on the sofa, lifting a toy car and waving it towards the two little ones.

Quan Jingwu bent down and placed the two little ones on the blanket, letting them crawl by themselves.

“My little great-grandsons, your great-grandpa will hold you.”

Old Master Quan clapped his hands and reached out to pick up Nineteen, who had crawled to his feet, and handed him a small biscuit.

Nineteen holding the biscuit immediately gave Old Master Quan a cute, adorable smile, which made the latter unable to resist kissing him twice.

Jian Qing glanced at Nineteen licking his biscuit, then at Seventeen clinging to Quan Jingwu’s leg, and couldn’t help but find it amusing.

She squatted down and gently pinched Seventeen’s smooth little face, “Seventeen, daddy will be back to hold you very soon, how about you go and play with Nineteen, okay?”

Seventeen shook his little head, his chubby little hands gripping Quan Jingwu’s leg tightly; like a koala, he stared up at Quan Jingwu with eyes similar to Jian Qing’s, his smile revealing his exquisite eyes bright as the crescent moon, making Quan Jingwu unable to suppress a soft chuckle.

He bent down to pick him up and conveniently took a lollipop from the table and put it in his little hand, “Seventeen, be good, okay? Daddy will be back soon to play with you.”

With that, he handed Seventeen over to Quan Mingxuan and then pulled Jian Qing out the door.

Seventeen nestled in Quan Mingxuan’s arms, watching his parents leave, felt a little gloomy.

Alas, Seventeen and Nineteen were abandoned again!

Because of what Jian Luo had said, An Chong hadn’t slept all night, and after discussing with An Zhonghui, they took the whole An family to the hospital early in the morning.

When they arrived, Old Master An still hadn’t woken up, with Mo Xiao and Jian Luo at his bedside. Seeing them come in, there was no intention of greeting them.

“Grandma, that Jian Luo is really arrogant, isn’t he? Regardless of anything, you and grandpa are his elders. He doesn’t even bother to greet you, that’s really bad manners,” An Yu complained.