Chapter 1170 - 1170 1145 Extra Story Seventeen (27)

Chapter 1170: 1145, Extra Story Seventeen (27) Chapter 1170: 1145, Extra Story Seventeen (27) “Bang” echoed in the narrow wardrobe, darkness engulfing her, fear magnifying infinitely at the bottom of her heart.

Hearing the sound of locking from outside, Xi An’an’s eyes darkened, and she threw her body against the wardrobe.

“Thud thud thud–”

Xi Yu watched the lock on the wardrobe, a mad laughter flickering in her eyes.

“Xi An’an, just stay in there quietly. If I can’t have it, neither can you.”

“Mmm mmm–”

The impact was harsh, and a wave of soreness spread from her shoulder. Without looking, she could feel the certainty of a bruised and swollen mark.

Xi An’an’s eyes welled up with tears, but she persisted in throwing herself against the wardrobe.

She couldn’t die, she had to see Tianqi, yes, Tianqi, Tianqi…

Whispering Quan Tianqi’s name in her heart, a surge of strength flooded her feeble body, as she continued to relentlessly ram the wardrobe.

Xi Yu stood outside, watching the swaying wardrobe with a chilling smile curving her lips. She found a knife and carved a small hole in the wardrobe.

The sharp blade glinted in the darkness, Xi An’an’s body stiffened, not daring to slam around anymore, afraid that the blade might injure her.

Thankfully, after making a small hole, the sharp knife was retracted.

Xi Yu discarded the dagger and walked over to the gas cylinder, a twisted smile in her eyes as she slowly reached out and began to turn the gas on.

Then, she grabbed the sleeping pills she’d prepared earlier and hardened her heart.

Shortly after, Xi An’an heard a heavy thud.

After the “thump,” the room fell into calmness.

What’s that smell?

The pungent odor seeped in through the small hole in the wardrobe, Xi An’an scrunched up her nose, identifying the source, her gaze filled with horror.

Damn it.

Xi Yu had actually turned on the gas cylinder.

This madwoman.

Xi An’an disregarded everything, crashing into the wardrobe, but as time passed, the force of her impacts weakened.

“President Quan!” Xu Ran, upon receiving a message from Quan Tianqi, hurried over, just in time to encounter Quan Tianqi rushing into the stairwell.

Quan Tianqi, without a moment to talk to her, dashed up the stairs.

In the shabby rental building with only eight floors and no elevator, he had to run up using his legs.

His speed was extremely fast, leaving Xu Ran struggling to catch her breath behind him.

“An’an!”

Quan Tianqi looked up at the room number on the door, lifted his knee, and his long legs kicked the door in—the thin door nearly collapsing.

The stench rushed into his nostrils, Quan Tianqi’s handsome face darkened as he covered his nose and mouth, hurriedly moved in, and turned off the gas.

“An’an, An’an, where are you?”

In the small, dimly lit rental room, with the gas cylinder placed in the center, Quan Tianqi looked at the unconscious Xi Yu, his eyes darkening further.

“An’an, An’an, make a sound, where are you?”

As he searched the kitchen and bathroom without finding anyone, the hostility emanating from Quan Tianqi grew more intense.

Suddenly, a faint abnormal sound reached his ears.

His ears twitched, and his profound gaze landed on a wardrobe not far away. He rushed over, saw the lock on it, and cursed under his breath.

“Damn.”

Noticing the dagger discarded on the floor, he picked it up and quickly pried open the lock, pushing open the wardrobe door, and the sight inside nearly shattered him.

The woman’s hands and feet were both bound, blood seeped from the corners of her mouth, her small face was pale, her forehead drenched in sweat that soaked her hair, making her look as if she had been fished out of water.

“An’an,” Quan Tianqi reached out to tear the tape from her face and cut the ropes binding her limbs with a dagger before lifting her out and quickly leaving the room filled with the smell of gas.

Xu Ran ran up, and catching the strong gas odor, thought to herself that something was wrong. She was startled when she saw Quan Tianqi racing out of the room cradling Xi An’an.

“An’an, what’s wrong?”

She looked at Xi An’an, who was unconscious and in a complete stupor, and became flustered.

“Move aside, I have to get her to the hospital.” The man, who was normally fearless in the face of any danger, had his sharp and handsome face filled with panic and fear as he held the person in his arms tightly and dashed down the stairs with the speed of lightning.

The urgency of his steps betrayed his panicked heart.

Xu Ran glanced into the rental house and saw Xi Yu lying on the ground, her teeth clenched with hate; it was her doings once again.

She cautiously stepped in and saw Xi Yu’s face turning blue. Kneeling down, she extended a finger to Xi Yu’s nose.

No breath.

Her face turned to shock as she quickly took out her phone to call the police.

Beijing Private Hospital

Quan Tianqi paced restlessly outside the operating room.

An’an, you must be alright.

He punched the pristine wall, leaving behind a blood-red stain.

“Brother!”

Jian Tianlin arrived just in time to see this and hurried over to stop him, “Brother, with Azhan there, she won’t be in danger.”

These damned Xi family people, still causing trouble despite everything, if only I had taken care of them all sooner.

Just then, the operating room door swung open.

Bai Feizhan emerged while removing his mask.

Quan Tianqi rushed over, grabbing his hand, “How did it go?”

“There’s no immediate danger now,” Bai Feizhan, seeing his rare panic, didn’t joke with him and said, “But she needs to be observed for a couple of days.”

“What do you mean by ‘no immediate danger’? Is there still risk?” Quan Tianqi asked in a deep voice.

“She inhaled too much of the gas released, and although her condition has stabilized now, we need to monitor her for a few days. However, there shouldn’t be a big problem,” Bai Feizhan explained.

“Brother, if Azhan is saying this, believe him, she’ll be fine,” Jian Tianlin spoke up to comfort him.

“Can I see her now?” Quan Tianqi asked.

Bai Feizhan glanced at his injured hand and said, “She needs rest now, you can’t visit her in the ward yet. Wait a little later; you must have inhaled some of the gas too, let me check you first. Let the Nurse take her back to the ward to rest.”

Quan Tianqi shook his head, “I want to watch her be taken back to the ward.”

Bai Feizhan and Jian Tianlin exchanged glances and shook their heads helplessly.

By nightfall, the news about Xi Yu’s kidnapping spread without direct intent, causing a furor.

The already faltering Xi Group, because of this incident, hastened its demise. While Xi An’an was still unconscious, Quan Tianqi ordered the eradication of the Xi Group, this time he was truly ruthless.

All over Beijing, no one dared to reach out a helping hand to the Xi family, watching from the sidelines as if to avoid the fire spreading to them.

Xi Yu, having overdosed on sleeping pills along with gas poisoning, was brought to the hospital without breath. Hearing the news, Lin Juan fainted, while Xi Yuan was so angry that he thundered at home.

As dawn broke gently, slivers of gold penetrated the thin fog, slipping in through the cracks of the window.

The moment Xi An’an awoke, she felt weak and sore all over, dizzy and on the verge of vomiting, especially at her shoulder, which throbbed with intense pain.

Hiss.

With a slight movement of her fingertips, she startled the man dozing by the bed.