Chapter 884 - 884 870 Stay Here if You Dont Want to Die (3)

Chapter 884: 870, Stay Here if You Don’t Want to Die (3) Chapter 884: 870, Stay Here if You Don’t Want to Die (3) “Get out of my way, or you’ll be the next I beat up,” Jian Luo said as he stood beside Jian Qing, casting her a warning glance with his icy gaze.

Jian Qing, staring at Zhao Xuan’s increasingly reddening face and the fear in her eyes, couldn’t help but recall the car accident that had occurred seventeen years ago.

The sky was filled with snow, the blood horrifyingly red; her small body cradled her mommy, the unstoppable bleeding staining her hands red, yet she felt utterly powerless to save her.

That panic and helplessness still felt as clear as ever, as if it had happened just yesterday.

She had always thought that the accident was just that—an accident, and her grandpa had later found the person who had hit and killed her mother. But now, it seemed that all of this was merely a scapegoat Zhao Xuan had found to deceive everyone.

Her grip on Zhao Xuan’s hand tightened relentlessly, the corners of her lips curving into a sharp, cold arc, “Zhao Xuan, for the sake of An Chong, you didn’t hesitate to run over my mom with a car, did you?”

“Cough… I didn’t… I didn’t,” Even with death looming, she was still stubbornly refusing to admit to the crime she had committed.

“Zhao Xuan, shall I start with your son or should I go after your daughter first?” Jian Qing looked at her calmly, yet her eyes were filled with unmelting frost.

“What do you want to do?” Zhao Xuan panicked immediately when her children, An Yun and his sister, were brought up.

Jian Qing let go, picked up the fruit knife on the ground, and swiftly pulled An Yu over, placing the bloody blade against her neck, “Spill the truth about what happened back then, or don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

“Yuyu!” Zhao Xuan steadied herself, and when she saw that An Yu had been captured, she reflexively looked at An Chong, hoping he would help save An Yu.

“Zhao Xuan, tell the truth,” An Chong said.

Hearing this, Zhao Xuan felt utterly cold-hearted, realizing that for him, knowing the cause of Jian Wei’s death was still more important than his biological daughter’s safety.

She lifted her hand to wipe away the tears in the corner of her eyes, glanced at Jian Qing and the others, and admitted, “I did it, so what? Who asked her to destroy my family? She deserved it, she was a homewrecker.”

Right after her words fell, an irresistible force yanked her over.

Before she could see who had pulled her, a slap landed on her face.

“Slap—”

Zhao Xuan fell to the ground, her cheeks bearing distinct handprints, now symmetrical.

Mo Xiao looked down at her condescendingly, the corners of his eyes tinged with chilling frost, “Zhao Xuan, if you keep running your dirty mouth, the consequences won’t just be a slap in the face.”

“An Zhe, you said she was your woman, then why did you let her destroy my marriage? When An Chong kept her hidden away, do you have any idea how nasty the rumors in Beijing were? Because of that woman, I, Zhao Xuan, became a laughingstock, and I had no one to share my grief with,” Zhao Xuan got to her feet and screamed.

“Zhao Xuan, had you not killed Jian Wei, my brother and I wouldn’t have been punished by Grandpa because of it. It turns out you were the sole cause of it all,” An Rong jumped out and accused.

If it hadn’t been for this matter, the old master wouldn’t have looked down on them so much, to the point that he wouldn’t even help them when they were in trouble.

“An Rong, what right do you have to accuse me?” Zhao Xuan turned her head towards her, her gaze sliding over Zhou Qi and An Man and said with sarcasm, “If we’re being honest, I should thank you all for enabling me to find Jian Wei’s address. Had I not overheard your conversation by chance, I wouldn’t have been able to locate her that easily. If An Man hadn’t taken Jian Luo away, forcing Jian Wei to chase after her, I wouldn’t have been able to get rid of her all at once. So even if I’m the ringleader, you’re all accomplices too.”

An Chong looked at her, filled with regret for having married such a woman.

If only he hadn’t used the favor of saving her life to force Jian Wei to stay, perhaps she wouldn’t have left this world so early.

Mo Xiao bowed his head, his fists clenched tight, and when he looked up again, his eyes were bloodshot as if he was a lion in a furious rage. His fingers curled into claws, ready to strike, but someone was faster than him.

Jian Qing grabbed Zhao Xuan and dragged her to the open space in the middle, and with an over-the-shoulder throw, Zhao Xuan’s plump body smashed onto the cold floor.

“Thud—”

A heavy muffled sound, one could faintly hear the noise of bones being dislocated.

To the side, Quan Jingwu watched Jian Qing, who had suddenly turned ruthless, with a streak of heartache flickering through his eyes.

“Mom!” An Yu’s face turned deathly pale, her legs gave way, and she fell to her knees, crawling and rolling towards Zhao Xuan.

Zhao Xuan sucked in a breath of cold air from the pain, curling up, a slight movement causing all her bones to feel as though they were being torn apart.

An Yu shielded Zhao Xuan with her body, turned her head to look at Jian Qing, the murderous intent coming her way caused her to shake uncontrollably, “Jian Qing, killing is against the law…”

Before she could finish, Jian Qing lost her patience, her red lips slightly parted, “Get out of the way.”

An Yu looked at her defiantly, “I, I won’t let you hurt my mom.”

At this moment, Jian Qing was like a dragon that had been touched on its reverse scale, transformed into a vengeful demon from hell, her whole body emanating a deadly aura that pervaded the ward, rendering others afraid to approach.

She suddenly reached out, her pale hand easily picked up An Yu, and threw her to the side.

“Ah—”

An Yu let out a scream, her piercing voice slightly grating to the ears.

An Yun’s facial expression changed slightly. He quickly reached out to catch her, preventing her from suffering the same fate as Zhao Xuan.

“Jian Qing, don’t go too far.” After putting down An Yu, An Yun angrily walked towards Jian Qing, only to be stopped halfway by Jian Luo.

“Your mom killed my mom, heh, you think this is going too far?” He hooked his lips into a cold smile, his gaze sharp as a sword shooting towards him, “Say one more word about my sister, and I won’t mind giving you a taste of what a bullet feels like.”

An Yun turned his head to meet his fierce eyes, clenched his fists tightly, feeling almost swallowed by a sense of powerlessness.

Jian Qing squatted down, grabbed Zhao Xuan by the hair, forcing her to lift her head, “Zhao Xuan, back then, which hand did you use to drive the car, one hand or both hands, huh?”

“Hiss—”

Her scalp tore painfully, cold sweat appeared on Zhao Xuan’s forehead, her hands struggling to scratch at Jian Qing’s face, but she always fell just short.

Jian Qing released her grip, a trace of disgust flashing through her eyes, she reached down to pick up the fruit knife from the ground, then grabbed Zhao Xuan’s hand.

“Bai Jue, did you bring those things?” she asked.

Bai Jue nodded understandingly, turned around and took out a small porcelain bottle from the medicine box, “Plenty to spare, guaranteed to be enough, absolutely making her unable to forget until death.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuan struggled even more fiercely, but how could she break free from Jian Qing’s strength, “Luoluo, come and give me a hand.”

Hearing the request, Jian Luo didn’t ask why; he walked over directly, and An Yun wanted to take the opportunity to rush forward to protect Zhao Xuan, but was stopped by Black Jack.

“If you don’t want to die, stay here.”

He held no shred of fondness for Zhao Xuan and her group; if it weren’t for them causing the death of Jian Qing’s and his mother, Jian Luo might have ended up with autism.