On the day of breaking off the engagement, I got married to my ex-uncle

Lu Jingnan raised his lips slightly, "In that case, we'll come here often in the future."

"Okay!" An Ning smiled brightly and took his arm and continued to walk inside.

Lu Jingnan led her to a seat by the window, pulled out a chair for her like a gentleman, and waited until she was seated firmly before sitting down.

"Mr. Lu, this place is too remote and there's nothing fun to do nearby. Can we go to the amusement park?" An Ning asked tentatively.

Lu Jingnan hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Okay."

An Ning breathed a sigh of relief.

She originally thought that a young master like Lu Jingnan would not like to go to places like amusement parks.

Unexpectedly, he agreed.

An Ning suddenly felt that this man was quite approachable.

Lu Jingnan glanced at his watch and asked, "What time do you leave?"

"Eight o'clock."

"Ok." Lu Jingnan picked up the phone on the table and called his assistant to prepare clothes, shoes and hats.

An Ning sat next to him, quietly admiring Lu Jingnan as he worked hard.

She found that although Lu Jingnan seemed careless, he was actually very focused on his work. He stared at the computer screen intently, and his work efficiency was not affected by her presence at all.

An Ning couldn't help but think to herself, if it were any other girl, she would have lost control and seduced him a long time ago, right?

After all, Lu Jingnan's appearance, figure and wealth are all first-class.

As long as you can marry him, you will definitely enjoy wealth and glory!

Unfortunately, Lu Jingnan had no idea about romance and never spoke to her from beginning to end.

An Ning was a little bored and stole glances at him a few times. Seeing that he was still concentrating on his work, she quietly took out her phone, opened the game, and continued to check Weibo and Moments.

At this moment, the cell phone dinged and a text message from Lu Jingnan came.

[Everything is ready, please give your instructions]

An Ning immediately put down her phone and clicked the send button.

【I'll be there right away.】

"drop--"

As soon as the text message was sent, Lu Jingnan's phone rang.

An Ning looked at Lu Jingnan and saw that he was frowning, obviously encountering a difficult problem.

"Are you busy? Or I can go by myself?" she reminded him considerately.

"It's okay, I'll take care of it right away."

Lu Jingnan gave a brief explanation and hung up the phone.

He stood up and said, "Sorry, I have something urgent to do. I have to leave first. You can enjoy your time."

"Okay." An Ning waved at him obediently, "Be careful on the road."

Lu Jingnan nodded and walked out.

He walked very quickly, hardly stopping.

An Ning sat there in a daze until the waiter came up to her with a tray.

"Miss, your coffee."

"Oh, thank you."

An Ning took the coffee cup and watched Lu Jingnan's back disappear around the corner. Then she withdrew her gaze, held the coffee, and savored it slowly.

After finishing a cup of coffee, An Ning suddenly heard a noisy sound coming from next door.

"Madam Boss! Madam Boss! Oh no! The boss has fainted!"

"What? The boss fainted? Quick, take me over!"

The proprietress's exclamation quickly attracted the attention of other guests, An Ning was no exception.

She stood up, walked towards the group of people gathered together, and squeezed into the crowd.

"What happened?"

A woman in her fifties, in panic, grabbed An Ning's arm and said, "Help me save my husband! Lao Zhao suddenly fainted, I can't help him..."

An Ning was stunned.

"Who among you knows medical skills? Please, save my husband! We all depend on him for support..." The proprietress cried, grasping at every hope, "If Lao Zhao dies, what should I do..."

The onlookers shook their heads and sighed.

"I haven't studied medicine and I can't save your husband. You should find someone else." A young man wearing glasses shook his head and refused.

"Yes, you should call the police immediately, we really can't help you." another man urged.

The lady boss was so anxious, "No! If Lao Zhao dies, my child and I won't be able to survive... wuwu..."

She knelt on the ground and cried loudly.

People around were talking about it, but no one was willing to lend a helping hand.

An Ning bit her lip and looked at Lao Zhao lying on the ground. She hesitated for a few seconds, but finally plucked up her courage and squatted beside him.

Old Zhao's face was pale and his lips were cracked, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

An Ning lowered her head, wet a cotton swab with water, and carefully wiped the gauze on his forehead that was oozing with blood.

"Hiss!" Old Zhao, who was in a coma, groaned in pain.

“Lao Zhao!” The proprietress threw herself on him and cried, “Lao Zhao! Open your eyes and look at me, Lao Zhao…”

"Cough cough..." Old Zhao coughed violently twice and slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were dazed and distracted, as if his soul had left his body, leaving nothing behind.

An Ning looked at him and felt a sudden sourness in her nose.

This is a gentle and considerate man, but he has a bad fate.

She held his hand and asked softly, "Lao Zhao, what's wrong with you? Can I call an ambulance for you?"

Old Zhao's pupils gradually focused.

He looked at An Ning, his eyes full of gratitude: "Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

"My name is Song An Ning. I had an appointment with a friend to go shopping tonight, so I came here to drink coffee and happened to see you fainted." An Ning said, "You need to stop the bleeding immediately."

"I'm fine, just a little tired. I'll be fine after a rest," Lao Zhao forced the corners of his lips and smiled weakly, "You help me pay, I'll lend it to you."

"Don't worry," An Ning quickly took out her bank card and handed it to the waiter: "The password is six zeros."

The waiter took the bill and left in a hurry.

"How did you know that I needed to pay you for coffee?" An Ning asked.

"I saw your card number and entered your password, but it showed a balance of 0," Lao Zhao apologized, "I'm sorry, I was too impatient just now."

"It doesn't matter," An Ning smiled, "I didn't lose anything anyway. How do you feel now?"

"I'm fine," Lao Zhao said, "Thank you."

An Ning looked at Old Zhao's haggard and weak appearance, and couldn't help but think of Gu Junzhu, who was also terminally ill and dying.

"Do you remember how you fainted?" An Ning asked.

Lao Zhao thought for a moment and said, "He must have been pushed by someone and bumped into the wall."

"Oh," An Ning asked, "Then do you know who pushed you?"

"I'm not sure, it was too dark at the time," Lao Zhao tried to recall: "The man was wearing a mask, about 1.75 meters tall, wearing gray trousers and a white shirt. Judging from his figure, he looked like a man, agile and very fast."

An Ning frowned, "Think about it carefully, besides height and body shape, are there any other characteristics?"

"Uh..." Old Zhao was silent for a moment, then he slapped his forehead as if he had suddenly realized something: "Oh, and there is a red rope tied around his waist with a jade pendant hanging on it."

Jade?

An Ning was puzzled: "A red string is a red string, and a jade pendant is a jade pendant. How can they be compared?"

"I don't know," Lao Zhao said. "I only saw the pattern on the jade pendant, but I was in so much pain that I couldn't see anything clearly."

Seeing An Ning was still asking about the jade pendant, Lao Zhao's wife couldn't help but interrupt, "Girl, why are you asking these questions? That man beat my husband so badly and bankrupted my family. I wanted to kill him! Don't worry about it. Call the police and have them arrest the murderer!"

"I don't mean anything else. I just want to confirm one thing..." An Ning explained, "Because, that jade pendant happened to be a gift I gave to my husband."

"You, what did you say?" Lao Zhao's wife widened her eyes in shock.

"I'll tell you," An Ning looked into Lao Zhao's wife's eyes and said calmly, "The jade pendant on my husband's body was an engagement token I gave him. He always carries it with him."

"You're talking nonsense!" Lao Zhao's wife scolded, "That's just an ordinary red string. How could it be an engagement token? Did you deliberately lie to us because my husband is down and out?"

"Then tell me, how did your Lao Zhao get injured?" An Ning asked calmly, "If it was just an ordinary red rope, how could it pierce his skin and cause so much blood to flow?"

"That's because...that's because..." Lao Zhao's wife hesitated for a long time before stammering, "That's because my husband fell down by himself."

An Ning sneered, "How could a fall cause your face to become like this?"

"Well..." Lao Zhao's wife said, "He...he...he might have hit his head on the corner of the table, so..."

"You're lying!" An Ning shouted, interrupting her: "I've watched the surveillance video, and I saw your husband's movements when he rolled down the stairs!"

Lao Zhao’s wife was speechless.

"I'll ask you one last time," An Ning stared at her with a cold tone, "You really don't know who the owner of the jade pendant is?"

"I...I..." Old Zhao's wife shrank back in fear.

An Ning snorted coldly and stood up. "Since you are unwilling to cooperate with the investigation, then please do as you please. I hope you can find the real culprit behind the scenes as soon as possible and seek justice for your old Zhao!"

Old Zhao’s wife looked at An Ning in a daze as he turned and left.

After An Ning walked away, Lao Zhao's wife rushed into the house and slapped her husband hard: "Are you stupid? It's only natural for us to pay back our debts! Why should we ask for compensation?"