Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Hearing this, everyone's eyes widened and they all looked at Anman with a look of astonishment on their faces.

Yang Xiang was the most frustrated, "Auntie, you just said that Jian Qing lives in Shijin Palace. Is this true?"

You can't live in Shijin Palace if you have money, so why can that damn girl live in it?

Anman nodded and looked at Mr. An vaguely.

"I checked and Jian Qing does live there."

An Yu and the others were struck by thunder, with complex expressions on their faces.

"Grandpa, you..." An Yu looked aggrieved and looked at Grandpa An, but hesitated to speak.

Obviously, everyone thought that Jian Qing was able to live in Shijin Palace because of Mrs. An.

Mrs. An glanced at them, not knowing what they were thinking, and snorted coldly, "Put away those thoughts in your hearts. Do you really think that Qing girl really needs to rely on An Jia?"

Whenever the girl needed his help, he would be happy before it was too late, but it was a pity that the girl didn't bother to help Anjia at all.

Hearing what Mrs. An said, An Yu and Yang Xiang felt a little embarrassed on their faces.

Qiu Bo spoke at the right time and said, "Miss Qing had already lived in Shijin Palace before she moved into Anzhai. Miss Qing bought the house in Shijin Palace herself."

In this way, the old man knew that Jian Qing lived in Shijin Palace early in the morning, but they were the only ones who were still in the dark.

An Yu and Yang Xiang's expressions changed slightly. They remembered their previous mocking words about Jian Qing's poverty, and felt a sense of ignorance in their hearts.

That was the Shijin Palace, a place that the dignitaries of the capital were vying for. Jian Qing was able to live in it. What on earth was going on?

Seeing that the topic had gone too far, Anman quickly said, "Grandpa, please, Cheng'er is also your great-grandson. For my sake, please save him."

Mr. An looked at Anman who was kneeling on the ground and frowned, "If Qing girl wanted to deal with Xiang Cheng, she wouldn't just cripple one of his arms today. Why would she go to the hospital to kidnap Xiang Cheng in the middle of the night? Anman, You can talk after you get up."

Anman shook his head, "Grandpa, if you don't promise me, I won't be able to kneel here tonight."

"Are you threatening me?" Mrs. An narrowed his eyes.

Meeting the gaze of Mrs. An, Anman felt a little frightened, but she could only do this for the sake of her son.

"Grandpa, Jian Qing came back just to remember what happened seventeen years ago, but I have already paid the price for it. I only have one son in my life, Cheng'er. If something happens to him, what do you want me to do? live?"

Speaking of the latter part, Anman's voice became choked.

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the living room became solemn.

An Yu and the other juniors looked at the gloomy faces of their elders and did not dare to say anything.

What happened seventeen years ago is the biggest taboo in the An family. When Anman suddenly mentioned it, the expressions of Zhou Qin and others changed, and their thoughts suddenly drifted back to the winter seventeen years ago.

That heavy snow, that slender figure...

And that hot, bright red color.

"Aqiu, call Qing girl." The silence lasted for a while, and then Mrs. An's voice sounded.

He knew that if he didn't make this call tonight, Qing Yatou's ears would not be quiet. Instead of doing this, it would be better to let them give up.

Qiu Bo, "Yes."

Anman's eyes dimmed and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone watched Qiu Bo making a phone call, while Anman watched closely, feeling a little nervous.

After a few minutes, the call still didn't go through. Qiu Bo put down the phone and looked up at Mrs. An, "Miss Qing can't get through."

Hearing this, Anman slumped his shoulders.

Old Mrs. An frowned, and just when he wanted him to hit him again, the servant hurried in from outside, his face pale, as if there was a ghost behind him.

"What's going on? What are you looking like in such a hurry?" Zhou Qin shouted with an unhappy expression.

The servant glanced at Anman and said hesitantly, "Outside...that one, Master Cheng..."

Speaking of Xiang Cheng, Anman stood up from the ground, walked over quickly, grabbed the servant's arm, and pierced her skin with his sharp nails.

Facing Anman's cannibalistic look, the servant did not dare to cry out in pain and said quickly, "Master Cheng was thrown at the gate."

"What's going on?" An Chong took a step closer.

Everyone looked at her. The servant swallowed and said nervously, "The guard said that a black car just stopped at the door, and then Master Cheng was thrown out."

"How is Cheng'er? Where is he now?" Anman stared at the servant with gloomy eyes, making the servant tremble in fear.

"Master Cheng is covered in wounds. The guards outside dare not move him at will. He is still at the door." The servant said quickly.

Hearing this, Anman let go of his hand and ran out without any time to think.

"Aman, you...slow down." Zhou Qin shouted, but Anman was in a hurry to see her son and had no time to listen to her.

An Rong and others also quickly followed out. In an instant, only Mrs. An and Qiu Bo were left in the living room.

"Aqiu, go to the guard room and bring up the surveillance camera." Mrs. An said.

Qiu Bo nodded and walked out quickly.

Since the car dared to stop at the door of Anzhai, it meant that the other party was obviously not afraid of Anjia and had come prepared.

Now, things get complicated.

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Anman ran to the door desperately, and the scene she saw almost made her eyesight break.

"ah--"

The shadows of the trees danced, and the mournful screams startled the birds hidden in the branches. They flapped their wings and flew into the night.

An Rong and others who were following her were also startled, their hearts pounded, and their pace quickened.

The guards surrounding the door saw Anman coming and quickly stepped aside.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Anman's legs became weak, he stumbled and fell to his knees.

The person lying on the ground could not tell what color his clothes were. He was covered in blood and looked very embarrassed. The bandage on his hand had long since spread out and hung loosely on his hand. His whole face was bruised and swollen. If it weren't for People who are familiar with him may have a hard time recognizing who he is.

An Chong and his party, who arrived shortly after, couldn't help being startled when they saw the person lying on the ground. Yang Xiang and the other girls turned pale and did not dare to approach.

"Cheng'er, my Cheng'er." Anman touched the person on the ground with trembling hands, tears falling down.

Xiang Cheng was lying on the ground dying. If he hadn't still been breathing a little bit, everyone would have thought he was dead.

An Yu looked on, feeling something was wrong. His eyes suddenly fell on Xiang Cheng's legs, and his eyes became dim and unclear.

"Auntie, don't touch him yet."

"Yu'er, what's wrong?" Zhou Qin looked at him doubtfully and said, "Why can't you touch him?"

An Yu didn't answer her, but squatted down, reached out to Xiang Cheng's leg, and touched it gently.