349 Son, Ism Your Father 3 (1/2)
”Where are you going?” Jin Qingyan asked with a smirk. Noticing that she was about to attack him again, he quickly took a step back and returned her strike.
The crowd watched on as the two of them engaged in a fistfight.
Having gone through further training while she was overseas, An Xiaoning felt confident in her combat skills and reflexes. To her surprise, Jin Qingyan was not too far behind and possessed a set of impressive skills as well. He was at least much better compared to five years ago.
Little did she know, he would go and train whenever he felt exceptionally lonely. After five years of training, he had indeed improved exponentially.
They continued to exchange strikes while the rest of the people in the living room looked on like spectators, as if it were a real fight.
They kept at it for a total of 40-odd minutes, and Jin Qingyan managed to gain the upperhand at last. Moreover, their ending position earned the applause of the spectators.
Jin Qingyan was holding An Xiaoning by her waist while she leaned backwards. In fact, she would have fallen straight onto the ground if he hadn't managed to catch her in time.
Gu Beicheng shrugged off Fan Shixin's subordinates and walked towards them. ”Jin Qingyan, that's enough,” he said with a scowl.
”Not enough, not yet at all. Shixin, bring him out of Wei Ni Estate,” Jin Qingyan ordered.
”Jin Qingyan! Try doing that if you dare!” An Xiaoning snapped as droplets of sweat trickled down her forehead. She shifted her gaze to her son and said, ”Youqing, come on, let's go home.”
”An Xiaoning!”
An Xiaoning ignored him while An Youqing held onto Gu Beicheng's hand and left through the door. Jin Qingyan was flustered yet infuriated to watch her leave just like that.
Exhausted, he walked forward and sprawled himself across the couch.
”Hey, fool, aren't you going to take chase? Go stop her, quick,” Long Tianze urged.
”Let her cool off for a while.” Jin Qingyan then gestured to Fan Shixin and said, ”Summon the bodyguards from the elite team and surround the Gu family mansion in half an hour's time.”
”Got it.”
Without delay, Fan Shixin immediately proceeded as instructed.
”Turns out you're saving the best for last,” Ling Ciye remarked, giving him a thumbs-up.
Just as Mei Yangyang was about to go upstairs, Long Tianze quickly stopped her. ”You're not allowed to leak any information to An Xiaoning.”
”You're telling me what to do?”
”Of course, you're my wife. Yangyang, stay out of this. Let them sort this out between themselves. Isn't it great for them to reunite as a family?”
Mei Yangyang, too, wanted for them to reunite, perhaps because she knew clearly who An Xiaoning truly loved deep down.
”I reckon Sis must be full of regret right now. She definitely wouldn't have come back had she known earlier. She truly didn't expect you to be as obstinate as a bull,” Mei Yangyang said to Jin Qingyan.
”Mei Yangyang,” said Jin Qingyan, who rarely addressed her by her full name. ”You knew she was alive right from the start, but why didn't you tell me?”
”You already have someone by your side to replace Sis. What more can I say? Do you know how tough it was for me to hold myself back from blurting out the truth all these years?”
Long Tianze snorted with laughter and pointed a finger at Jin Qingyan before saying, ”Don't blame my wife. It was your own fault for creating a clone. Otherwise, none of this would've happened. It was all your silly tricks that caused these troubles.”
Jin Qingyan did not wish to argue further and said, ”I'm going back to change my clothes.”
”Go ahead.”
Ling Ciye picked up his book and was about to start reading when Long Tianze snatched it away from his hands and suggested, ”Wanna play 'Fighting the Landlord'?”
”Who wants to play such a lame and boring game with you?”
”Let's place a stake of 2000 dollars,” said Long Tianze, sticking two fingers up.
”You said that yourself, better keep to your word. Watch how I make you burn a hole in your pocket…” said Ling Ciye as he stood up. ”Where are you going?”
”Upstairs, let's go.”
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An Xiaoning and Gu Beicheng held An Youqing's hands and entered the house while the servants dragged the luggage along.
Mr. and Mrs. Gu were dressed formally and sitting on the couch to enjoy a conversation with their in-laws when An Xiaoning returned.