1725: C1725 In Other Words Life or Death Confrontation 24

C1725 In Other Words Life or Death Confrontation 24

All these years, he had treated Mo Ye as his own half father. He had not expected Mo Ye to be a hypocritical viper.

The Thousand Corporation was in dire straits, and he did not hesitate to invest everything he had to save them. In order to thank him, Qian Yunfan changed the 'Thousand Ink Corporation' to 'Thousand Ink Corporation'.

From the looks of it, this move was a joke.

What Mo Ye wanted was the entire Qian Family.

"Dad, don't worry. I will protect everything that happened to the Qian Family. I will let the person who harmed you receive the appropriate punishment."

Qian Jingchuan's eyes shined as he clenched his fists. The fingernail pierced into the palm of his hand, and veins began to appear on the back of his hand.

The only response he got was the occasional 'whooshing' sound from the ventilator.

Qian Jingchuan sat in front of Qian Yunfan's bed for a while. Then, he stood up and went to the washroom to take a cold shower.

The cold water fell on his body, causing him to become increasingly clear-headed and calm.

Twenty minutes later, Qian Jingchuan, who had changed into casual clothes, opened the glass door to the balcony.

This door, perhaps it hadn't been opened since Qian Yunfan came in.

The air outside was much better, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers in the fresh air.

If one took a closer look, one would realize that it was a very special kind of fragrance.

Qian Jingchuan looked at the endless night. His mind was abnormally clear, and he was completely devoid of sleep.

Di …

The phone in his pocket vibrated as Ning Qianyu sent him a WeChat message.

There were no words, just a picture of Yuwen Qingge sitting on a bench by Weiyang Lake, staring blankly into space.

Sitting beside her was Liu Mengyu.

Qian Jingchuan put the photo down and noticed that Yuwen Qingge had tears in the corners of her eyes. His heart felt like it was being pierced by a needle.

Was she crying?

Because of what?

She really wanted to ask Ning Qianyu a question, so she thought for a moment before silently quitting the WeChat interface and putting her phone back in her pocket.

At this moment, Jinghai Sanatorium was very quiet, even the night wind was gentle.

Qian Jingchuan's heart was like a stormy sea.

On this trip, he had first secretly investigated the cause of his father's illness, and secondly, went to see Gu Yunxiao.

These two things were both very heavy matters.

Di …

In less than half an hour, Qian Jingchuan's phone rang again.

He frowned and took out his phone again. Ye Zichen glanced at the screen, while his gaze turned cold.

Anonymous number.

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Mo Ye and a well-dressed middle-aged woman were having coffee together.

That middle-aged woman was none other than his mother, Jing Ze.

Late at night, sitting in a high-end coffee shop that opened twenty-four hours a day, drinking coffee and chatting. A faint smile still hung on their faces.

If one didn't know who they were, they would definitely think that they were a couple, or perhaps a couple.

A faint fragrance wafted through the air in the luxurious clubhouse.

What's the matter? It was worth it for them to meet late at night without caring about their reputation.

What were they talking about?

The humiliation of being unable to say anything caused Qian Jingchuan's face to instantly turn green. He wished that he could immediately rush over and interrogate him.

Bang.

Ye Zichen's phone fell heavily onto the ground, while his cold eyebrows scrunched together.

His fist heavily smashed on the jade railing, and his palm vibrated in pain. The bones of his fingers were dyed red.

The faint fragrance of the flowers scattered in the air, followed by a strong smell of rust.

A repressed hatred spread through Qian Jingchuan's heart, and his dark pupils began to flicker with rage.

The next day.

"Chuan'er …"

His extremely low and hoarse voice caused Qian Jingchuan's eardrums to vibrate. He turned around and discovered that his father, Qian Yunfan, was looking at him with a pair of swollen eyes.

"Dad, you're awake."

Qian Jingchuan bent over, the corners of his mouth pulled up.

After a night of sleep, his voice was a bit hoarse.

"Chuan'er, what are you doing back here? Hurry back to school. "Quick …"

To think that after not seeing his father for a long time, the reason why he opened his mouth once more wasn't out of excitement and joy, but shock and unease.

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