Chapter 1152 - 1152 1131 Extra Story Seventeen (13)

Chapter 1152: 1131, Extra Story Seventeen (13) Chapter 1152: 1131, Extra Story Seventeen (13) In the living room, a roomful of people was seated.

The oppressive atmosphere was suffocating.

“Miss Four, stop right there, you can’t go in.”

All eyes followed the sound, as Xi An’an ran inside.

“Who let her in?” Xi Yu sprang to her feet, her face twisted into a snarl, like a hedgehog bristling its spikes.

“Miss Two, Miss Four wouldn’t listen to us, we had no choice…” the Servant stammered.

“Xi An’an, get out. This is not where you belong. It’s all because of you, this broom star, when you visited Great-grandfather, he passed away. It’s all your fault,” Xi Yu scolded bitterly.

“Xi An’an, you’ve brought disaster upon your parents, and now you’ve jinxed the old master to death too. You broom star, what are your intentions?” Lin Juan echoed.

A room full of people looked at Xi An’an with eyes filled with indifference, some even with a hint of schadenfreude.

Xi An’an looked around the room and her gaze finally landed on Xi Yuan, “I want to see Great-grandfather.”

“No way.” Before Xi Yuan could speak, Lin Juan immediately objected.

She quickly walked up to Xi An’an and began to push her without any courtesy, “Get out, broom star, you’re not welcome here.”

Xi An’an was pushed back a couple of steps, her gaze empty, like a doll without a soul.

“Throw her out.”

Watching Xi An’an all alone, Xi Yu joined in the pushing, “Get out, broom star, it’s all because of you.”

With a harsh shove, Xi An’an staggered and hit her forehead directly against a column, the smooth skin on her forehead turning red instantly.

Xi Yu glanced at the bruise on her forehead with a flash of satisfaction.

Xi An’an, now that Great-grandfather is gone, I want to see who else will stand up for you.

“Yuyu,” Xi Yuan said warningly, his eyes complex as he glanced at Xi An’an. He still wasn’t clear about the relationship between Quan Tianqi and her; things couldn’t be pushed too far.

However, Xi Yuan’s thinking was obviously beyond Xi Yu’s comprehension; she was engrossed in the pleasure of bullying Xi An’an and completely ignored everyone else’s words.

Old Master Xi was always biased towards Xi An’an. Now that there was finally a chance for revenge, Xi Yu was going all out to get back at her.

“What kind of people are you, you can’t go in here, this is the Xi Family, you can’t enter.” The panicked voice of a Servant came from outside.

“Get lost.”

The cold voice, like a devil’s chant from the depths of the coldest regions, struck fear into the hearts of those who heard it.

This voice sounds familiar.

Xi Yuan frowned and suddenly, as a thought flashed through his mind, his expression turned grave.

Damn.

King Yama has arrived.

He stood up abruptly, but it was too late to call Xi Yu and Lin Juan back.

Against the light, the man’s tall and slender figure approached swiftly, his breathtakingly handsome face shaded with an icy chill.

The people in the room, upon seeing the newcomer, felt a storm raging within them and quickly stood, no one daring to remain seated.

Xi Yu, looking at the man who had appeared at the doorway, had eyes filled with infatuation, practically drooling.

Quan Tianqi entered, his gaze falling on Xi An’an, who was sitting on the floor. The look in his eyes instantly turned icy, and malice exuded from his being.

In an instant, everyone in the room felt as though the temperature had dropped sharply.

Quan Tianqi walked briskly over to Xi An’an and crouched down, the wound on her forehead coming starkly into his view.

Especially her pale face and hollow eyes seemed to stab at his heart.

“An’an.”

He took her hand, its temperature chillingly cold.

Xi An’an lifted her head and saw Quan Tianqi. Her blank gaze finally regained a bit of life, and she felt a sting in her nose, her eyes beginning to mist.

“Quan Tianqi!” she called hoarsely.

Quan Tianqi hummed in response, “It’s cold on the ground, get up first.”

He helped her to her feet and whispered in her ear, “I’m here for everything, don’t worry.”

Xi An’an kept her head down, fighting hard to keep her tears from falling.

“President Quan, how did you come?” Xi Yuan hurried over, pulling Lin Juan and Xi Yu aside.

“If I hadn’t come, how would I know that you treat my people like this?” Quan Tianqi, with Xi An’an in his arms, swept his icy gaze over everyone in the room.

The smile on Xi Yuan’s face froze, “This… a misunderstanding, President Quan, it’s really a misunderstanding. An’an is part of our Xi Family, how could we bully her?”

Lin Juan, too, recognized Quan Tianqi. Seeing him holding Xi An’an, her mind shifted gears, and she approached with a fawning smile, “Exactly, a misunderstanding, President Quan. Let’s sit and talk, have a cup of tea first.”

Xu Ran noticed the wound on Xi An’an’s forehead and with heartache evident in his eyes, deliberately asked loudly, “An’an, how did you get that bruise on your forehead? It’s all bruised.”

Xi Yu suddenly became tense, stealing glances at Quan Tianqi.

“Heh.”

Quan Tianqi let out a cold laugh, his contemptuous gaze sweeping over them, “Who did this to her?”

Upon his words, everyone’s gaze uniformly shifted towards Xi Yu.

No one wanted to provoke this great Buddha. At a time like this, it was better to save their own skins to avoid getting bloodied.

Feeling everyone’s eyes on her, Xi Yu panicked.

She quickly shook her head, “No, not me.”

“President Quan, listen to me, it’s all a misunderstanding. An’an accidentally bumped into something,” Xi Yuan quickly explained.

Quan Tianqi interrupted him with an icy voice, “Xi Yuan, it seems the words I spoke before were in one ear and out the other, I remember this, and there will be plenty of time to settle this score.”

Upon hearing this, Xi Yuan’s complexion changed.

“President Quan, this…”

Quan Tianqi ignored him, looked down at the person in his arms, and softened his cold voice, “An’an, let’s go.”

“Quan Tianqi, I want to see my great-grandfather,” Xi An’an said, looking up at him and clutching the corner of his shirt.

“You don’t have the right to see Great-grandfather,” Xi Yu shot back, green with envy at the tenderness Quan Tianqi showed to Xi An’an.

Quan Tianqi swept her with an icy glance, “Since when is it your place to speak about my people? What are you exactly, an ugly monster?”

If they crossed the line with Lord Seventeen, they couldn’t blame him for his razor tongue.