"Qianqian, Xiao Yu!" Old Master Zhang rushed over in a hurry, restless after hearing his son’s response to the gift. Later, Zhang Ye called to say he was going back to the police station and that Qianqian would co soon, so they hurried over late at night.
Seeing Grandpa Zhang and Grandma Zhang, Luo Qianqian was instantly overco with grief, her tears plopping down: "Grandpa Zhang, Grandma Zhang!!!"
Seeing this scene, not only was Zhang Ye perplexed, but He Wenyu was too, completely baffled. What was going on? She had been holding back her tears while with them, so why did she start crying as soon as she saw these two elders?
Luo Qianqian couldn’t explain it either, she just felt like crying.
She couldn’t cry in front of her mother because her mother would worry. She couldn’t cry during voice calls with her brother because he was too far away, and couldn’t even wipe her tears. She couldn’t cry in front of Xiao Yu because Xiao Yu was already scared and crying; her tears would make Xiao Yu worry more. She hadn’t cried in front of Lin Jiayou because, after all, he was soone unrelated to the incident, and he had connections with both parties involved; her crying might seem like she was making false accusations. She hadn’t cried in front of Zhang Ye because she had always been asking him for help and it wouldn’t be right to cry. But in front of Grandpa Zhang and Grandma Zhang, who were irreplaceable ntors and friends in their childhood for Luo Shufan, He Wenyu, and herself, teaching them everything from knowledge to life, from how to conduct themselves to how to be a person, she could not control the sense of grievance she felt.
Grandma Zhang stepped forward, tenderly rubbing the top of Luo Qianqian’s head. They already knew about Luo Qianqian’s back injury from Zhang Ye’s phone call. She gently wiped the tear stains from her face, "Qianqian is so brave, don’t cry, don’t cry, will you be happy if Grandma makes you a little cake?"
Grandpa Zhang’s brows were furrowed, but his gaze was unmistakably filled with concern as he looked towards He Wenyu, "Is Xiao Yu okay?"
He Wenyu shook her head. Seeing Luo Qianqian crying made her start to cry too; she knew Qianqian must be in a lot of pain, yet was bearing it so as not to worry her.
"Alright, alright, Grandpa, Grandma, take Qianqian and Xiao Yu away, I won’t have peace of mind if they go back by themselves." He squinted his eyes at the two n: "Now, it’s ti for you two to explain how you happened to show up here."
"Well..." Luo Qianqian, her face flushed with embarrassnt, sniffled, "They were hired to protect my mom. When the incident happened, they were downstairs eating chicken wings..."
"???" Zhang Ye’s face was full of question marks, with an expression that read: you even invited others to eat chicken wings???
Luo Qianqian touched her nose, "So they are good guys, yeah."
He Wenyu was speechless. What did this have to do with being good people?
"It wasn’t a big deal, just routine questioning..." Seeing the disapproving looks from the grandparents, Zhang Ye touched his nose and waved, "Alright, you can go now, don’t disturb my work."
"You can do it, the chicken wings are probably lost in so corner by now." Luo Qianqian spread her hands, holding He Wenyu’s hand. They surely couldn’t return ho today, otherwise, wouldn’t Huang Yueran’s observational skills easily give them away?
"Hmph, you owe , make it up to another day." Zhang Ye waved his hand, sitting down with a headache.
After leaving the police station, He Wenyu first sent a ssage to her mother, saying she would return early and was now at the hospital seeing her brother.
Luo Qianqian raised an eyebrow, looking towards the three power poles. The duo imdiately declared they had to leave, so they drove off.
Lin Jiayou stared at Luo Qianqian: "Where do you think you’re going?"
Luo Qianqian wore an innocent face. With the two elders there, where could she go? It was just inconvenient with him tagging along: "Grandma and the others are staying in Uncle Lin’s marriage house, while my cousin and godmother are at ho."
Lin Jiayou furrowed his brows slightly. "I’ll go wherever you go."
Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes repeatedly. "What I an is, do you think we should go to the hospital to greet Uncle Lin first, or should we check out the living arrangents first?"
"Qianqian, Xiao Yu will stay with us tonight." Grandma Zhang said without hesitation. She did not believe that a male, especially one that didn’t seem ticulous, could take good care of a patient like Luo Qianqian.
Lin Jiayou opened his mouth but said nothing. After a mont, he muttered, "Then I’ll go to the hospital."
"Tell Uncle Lin not to ntion any of this to my mom, and the sa goes for you. If you let anything slip... you know the consequences," Luo Qianqian narrowed her eyes, still smiling sweetly, yet Lin Jiayou shivered involuntarily.
After being brought back to the Zhang family ho, Qianqian didn’t go to sleep. It was uncomfortable for her to sleep on her stomach, and she could not lie down. So she had no choice but to hug a pillow and lean on the sofa, listening to Old Master Zhang talk. Thankfully, the Zhang family wasn’t shallow, and Luo Qianqian was one of their favorite students. The key point was that she was injured now.
"I just heard recently that soone in Capital City Mozhai had obtained so Chengxin Tang paper. Who would’ve thought you’d manage to bring one? Where did you get it? Must have cost you a pretty penny, huh?" Old Master Zhang brought out the box that, reportedly, he had held all day long without letting go. Wasn’t it the very one that held the Chengxin Tang paper Luo Qianqian had provided?
Grandma Zhang looked resigned. "Can you just take it easy? You’ve been holding it for a whole day. Qianqian, do you want anything to eat?"
Luo Qianqian quickly shook her head. "I’ve already eaten sothing earlier and I’m not hungry." Then she grinned at Old Master Zhang. "It’s good that Grandpa Zhang likes it. I was worried about the cri of harboring treasure."
"Haha, how are you doing at university, Qianqian?" Old Master Zhang didn’t dwell on Luo Qianqian’s comnt about harboring treasure; as long as no one could snatch the paper from his hands, all was well.
"Skipping classes now and then. It’s actually much more relaxed than high school," Luo Qianqian said, winking at Old Master Zhang while glancing in He Wenyu’s direction.
Old Master Zhang was cunning with age; how could he not understand Luo Qianqian’s implication? He chuckled and nodded. "Still, you need to study hard and not just play all the ti, and don’t rush into love affairs. You’re still young..."
Before he had finished speaking, Luo Qianqian’s phone rang. She looked at the late-night hour with a slight frown. Then, she reached into her bag, pulled out her phone, and her face took on a peculiar expression when she saw the na. Clearing her throat, she answered the call.
Hearing Luo Qianqian clear her throat, all three people present looked at each other with peculiar expressions. Such a formal way to answer the phone. Who could it be?
But in the next second, they heard Luo Qianqian’s volu suddenly rise. "...What? Where did you say you are???... Okay, I got it, I’ll send you the address... You should find a place to rest first... Alright then..."
After hanging up, she sat up. "Feels like it’s raining leaks in a streak of bad luck."
"Who is it?" He Wenyu didn’t have the sa reservations as Grandma Zhang and Old Master Zhang; he asked directly.
Luo Qianqian gave a wry smile. "The Chengzi brother you wanted to know about."
Wasn’t it Chengzi brother, Jimo Cheng, on the text ssage screen of the phone?
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