Footsteps sounded behind her, and Fang Qing thought Xi Mohan had co out chasing her. She imdiately turned her head to look back, but what she saw was the butler of the villa. Instantly, the initial delight on her face disappeared, leaving nothing but an utterly gloomy expression.
The butler naturally noticed the change in Fang Qing’s expression but his face showed no unnecessary emotions. He directly walked up to Fang Qing and said, "Miss Fang, Sir has instructed to arrange a car to take you back; you can wait here for a bit."
Fang Qing was beginning to regret running out just now; after all, Song Qiao and that woman Ning Wan were still inside. She had no idea what might happen; she was really reluctant to leave just like that.
When she saw the butler earlier, she thought Xi Mohan had sent him to persuade her to stay. Who would have thought that wasn’t the case?
She wanted to stay but felt embarrassed to say so, so she coldly said, "No need, my assistant will co to pick up."
With that, she did not pay any further attention to the butler standing there and walked directly towards the villa’s front door in her high heels.
The butler watched Fang Qing’s back, did not follow her, instead heaved a sigh of relief from within.
In truth, Fang Qing did not leave a very good impression on him.
...
After Fang Qing left, Xi Mohan and Lu Jingchen were about to go to the backyard for a chat when a series of loud noises suddenly ca from upstairs, sounding like things were being thrown to the floor. Instantly, the three people in the living room were startled, and faintly heard a maid’s exclamation, though due to the distance, they couldn’t make out what the sound was.
Xi Mohan was the first to react; upon hearing the sound, he only hesitated for a few seconds before quickly striding up to the second floor.
Ning Wan...
Song Qiao reacted as well, quickly following Xi Mohan upstairs.
Lu Jingchen saw Song Qiao running, his brow furrowed, and he imdiately showed an expression of displeasure. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed her arm, his voice tinged with anger as he said, "Song Qiao, you’re wearing high heels and you still want to run? How many tis have I told you not to do that? What if you accidentally fall later?"
Song Qiao, now with Ning Wan on her mind, couldn’t care less about other things.
She struggled a few tis but couldn’t free herself from Lu Jingchen’s grip, becoming a bit anxious and began stomping her foot. "Wanwan might have had an accident upstairs, how can I care about other things? Besides, I’ve been wearing high heels for so many years, it’s not that easy for to fall! I’m not a child."
But the man directly retorted, "Wasn’t it you who almost fell wearing high heels last ti?"
Song Qiao, "..." She was dumbfounded.
However, after thinking it over, she rembered the ti, and her face turned a bit awkward. She coughed and said, "That was two months ago, wasn’t it because you scared back then, and I wasn’t paying attention to my steps, nearly falling?"
Lu Jingchen glanced at her deeply, stopped speaking, and directly led her upstairs.
The sound above was still that of ceramics or glass shattering on the floor. Song Qiao really wanted to rush up there, but her hand was held by Lu Jingchen, leaving her only anxious inside.
Inside the master bedroom on the second floor, the maid looked helplessly at Ning Wan, who was standing there holding a dagger. Her voice trembled slightly, "Miss Ning... Can you please put down the knife? If you accidentally cut your hand, it wouldn’t be good."
The floor in the room was already a ss; the vase and decorations originally set aside had been smashed. Ning Wan was barefoot, standing amidst the debris.
If one looked closely at the pile of debris on the floor, one could see streaks of blood on so of the shards.
Ning Wan held a dagger in her hand, glaring directly at the maid, her voice stained with anger as she said, "I’ve already told you, let out! If you don’t, then I’ll have to resort to force. If either of us gets hurt, it won’t be good..."
The maid seed as if she was about to burst into tears, "Miss Ning... It’s not... It’s not that I’m not letting you out, it’s because Sir has instructed that you... you can’t go anywhere... Besides, there are bodyguards all around, even if you leave this room, you... you won’t be able to leave this villa..."
The maid wanted to approach Ning Wan but didn’t dare get too close.
In fact, Ning Wan’s emotions were no longer calm; after Xi Mohan left, she found this dagger in the room.
She recognized it instantly; it was the dagger she used to stab Xi Mohan. At that mont, she felt a chill spread throughout her body from the soles of her feet.
She was even less certain whether Xi Mohan rembered her, or if he truly had forgotten her.
Why is this dagger still here? Why did he keep it?
She couldn’t understand.
Not long after finding the dagger, she heard the maids outside talking, saying Xi Mohan had started instructing people to investigate her past years. Upon hearing this, the only thought she had now was to leave quickly.
Otherwise, if that man found them, she couldn’t imagine the consequences...
Hearing the maid’s words, the color drained from Ning Wan’s face montarily, a sudden feeling of fear and helplessness washed over her.
Just then, footsteps sounded outside, and soon a tall, upright figure appeared at the doorway.
"What are you doing?"
A cold voice with clear anger ca directly from the door.
The maid turned around quickly and imdiately saw Xi Mohan enter, respectfully calling out, "Sir..."
Seeing Xi Mohan arrive, the maid subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
Xi Mohan didn’t look at the maid but directly set his gaze on Ning Wan opposite.
The man’s expression was extrely gloomy, with a hint of a simring rage in his eyes as he stared directly at Ning Wan opposite him, suddenly sneering coldly, "Are you trying to commit suicide? Or are you threatening in this way to leave here?"
Facing Xi Mohan, Ning Wan’s body stiffened suddenly, instinctively gripping the dagger more tightly, gritting her teeth, "I just want to leave here."
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