32 My Home (1/2)

Chiang Jin had been lucky to reach upstairs the moment the door was almost broken by the four men Wang Xi had brought with him, along with the person himself.

Queerly, sirens rang from outside and Chiang Jin's expression deepened. Sadly, he had no time to think about that, just by looking at these men trying to break open the door he could guess what was going on. He just hoped that nothing had happened to Miss Lang or else there was no telling of the wrath that Huo Zi Feng and the Lang parents would unleash on him.

Yao Yan rushed upstairs followed by Zhou Jia, her mind blank with worry.

The moment Bao FeiYin had left the auction house, she'd called Zhou Jia. There was no way Huo Zi Feng would pick up her calls and she needed to tell someone or else Qiu Yue...

Bao FeiYin did hate Qiu Yue and Meng Hui. At least for awhile she had. But these past weeks when being thrown away by Wang Xi only to be called back to trap Qiu Yue and being made to look from the side, his madness had scared her. She felt she had had no choice but to cooperate despite having no intentions of being the one held responsible for this. After all, Qiu Yue had left her alone for the most part, and she didn't want to provoke any of the men who were by her side. Yuan ZeXi had been ready to kill her, just from his expression she could already tell, but he had stopped, and she knew it was because either Qiu Yue or Meng Hui had asked him to.

She wasn't incapable of crime but she didn't think she could do something like this to another woman. And she certainly didn't want to become a borrowed knife.

It hadn't taken Yao Yan even a moment to confirm what Bao FeiYin had said. Qiu Yue was too shaken up to talk or respond to Yao Yan through their mental connection but Yao Yan could hear her thoughts. She could feel the fear shaking her to her very core.

The door was broken down right as she had reached the floor. She could see Wang Xi being held back by the bulky security personnel, but she was too worried about Qiu Yue to care.

Seeing her standing there with an empty look in her eyes, it had scared Yao Yan. Yao Yan reached out to hold Qiu Yue's hand only for Qiu Yue to step back in panic.

”No! Don't. Don't come near me.”

”Please...”

Qiu Yue's voice was dangerously fragile.

Looking at the terribly agitated Yao Yan, Zhou Jia pulled her away from Qiu Yue.

”She needs to cry. Right now, she looks like she's trapping every feeling inside.”