Chapter 250: 250, Murderous Intent (3)_1 Chapter 250: 250, Murderous Intent (3)_1 Han Yue smirked. “Axuan, you forgot, Yihen’s aunt from his mother’s side lives in J City. Their family must have suffered significant losses this time.”
Yihen’s mother was from a big financial conglomerate in J City. If something happened to his uncle, it was only reasonable for their nephew to come and check on their situation.
“I’m suspicious he might have other motives,” Quan Mingxuan said coldly, his gaze fixed on the tall figure standing still amidst the ruins.
Han Yue instantly understood and watched in silence.
Indeed, they had to give it to Quan Mingxuan, he was right.
Yesterday in Beijing, upon hearing news of Jian Qing also being in J City, Yihen didn’t hesitate to take an early morning flight here. He told his family he was coming to check on his mother’s relatives, but what he really hoped for, only he knew.
From afar, Yihen immediately spotted the familiar silhouette. He felt a pang of intense jealousy as he watched her movements.
He had initially thought that the news about Quan Jingwu was a hoax. It seemed now that it was undeniably true.
The sky was somber, as if rain was imminent.
Jian Qing continued to move the rubble with her hands, maintaining the same posture she had the previous day. The food and water by her side were untouched.
After squatting in the rubble all day and night, her legs had gone numb and lost all feeling. Her slender fingers were dripping with blood, and one could even see the bones. However, her face remained impassive as if she felt no pain. Her once rosy lips now chapped, she quietly muttered, “Xiaojing.”
Yihen greeted the police officer, crossed the caution tape, and walked into the area. As soon as he approached Jian Qing, he saw the bloodied wounds on her hands.
His anger surged at the thought of her in pain.
What did Quan Jingwu have that was worth all her pain and loyalty?
“Jian Qing, is Quan Jingwu worth such sacrifice?”
He suppressed his voice and asked hoarsely.
Jian Qing continued digging without acknowledging him.
Yihen grabbed the stone in her hand, tossed it aside, and crouched down. Lowering his voice, he said, “Jian Qing, I’m telling you, Quan Jingwu is dead, he isn’t coming back.”
It had been two or three days. If Quan Jingwu were okay, he would have returned by now. Why couldn’t she accept this reality?
Jian Qing looked up at him, her eyes as cold as death itself. Her usually melodious voice was now hoarse from disuse.
“Say that again!”
Yihen’s handsome face sank, ready to reach out and grab Jian Qing’s hand. “I said Quan Jingwu is dead, he…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Jian Qing punched him in the face.
She threw a vicious punch, her eyes blazing with anger.
Han Yue, who was observing, went to pull Yihen back when he saw him approach Jian Qing, but before he could do anything, Jian Qing had already thrown the punch.
Such a fierce act only filled them with satisfaction.
It seemed Yihen had provoked Jian Qing by saying something he should not have.
Everyone began noticing the commotion and looked at Jian Qing curiously.
Did this lady come here to beat people up?
Caught off guard by the punch, Yihen stumbled backward.
He touched his lip and noticed blood.
“Insult him again, and I’ll send you straight to King Yama right now.” Jian Qing threatened, her eyes filled with murderous intent.
It was clear; she had indeed borne a very real desire to kill Yihen.
Hearing her staunchly defend Quan Jingwu made Yihen’s heart sink, his hands clenched into fists.
“Jian Qing, if Quan Jingwu was coming back, he would’ve been back by now. Doesn’t his absence prove…”
Before he could finish, Jian Qing lunged at him so fast that no one saw it coming, her movements were swift like that of a ghost, causing Yihen’s heart to jump in shock.
“You’re asking to die!”
She punched Yihen in the gut. Her beautiful face stone cold and her deep eyes filled with murderous intent.
“Cough—”
Yihen frowned and swallowed hard, the taste of blood in his mouth.
“Jian Qing, let him go this time.”
Seeing Jian Qing’s fury turn deadly, Quan Mingxuan and Han Yue could no longer stand by idly. They immediately rushed over to stop her.
After all, Yihen was the only heir to the Chu Family. If he was killed, the family would never let it go.
Jian Qing stopped mid-swing, glanced coldly at Yihen and shoved him away with disgust.
“Get lost!”
Yihen clutched his stomach, staring at her retreating figure, his eyes filled with a deep melancholy.
“Yihen, for outsiders like us, it’s best to avoid meddling in the affairs of the young couple, lest we risk losing our lives.” Han Yue teased.
Yihen didn’t respond, his eyes fixated on Jian Qing.
“Boom, boom, boom ––”
Thunder echoed in the distance as dark clouds began to gather.
Soon, a torrential downpour began to ravage J City. Massive columns of rain danced in the sky, swooping down on the bystanders like flying swords.
The excavator immediately ceased operation. Under such conditions, further excavation could easily lead to a collapse; they could only wait for the rain to stop before resuming the rescue operation.
All the volunteers quickly sought shelter under the umbrellas. The rescue team also stopped their work.
Instantly, only two figures remained amidst the ruins, one decked in black and the other in white.
Yihen watched the woman relentlessly moving rubble in the rain. A deep feeling of sympathy and frustrations stirred within his heart, wishing he could just pull her away from this place.
Mingxuan and Han Yue, holding umbrellas, swiftly ran over.
“Jian Qing, it’s raining. You should rest a bit. Your body won’t be able to take it if this continues,” Mingxuan suggested huffily, his voice drowned in the sound of the rain.
Seeing her relentless persistence, Han Yue grew increasingly anxious.
“Jian Qing you…”
Before he could finish his sentence, his phone rang.
He held the umbrella with one hand and took out his phone with the other.
The incoming caller was Qiao Yu.
His eyes lit up as he quickly answered the call.
Before he could even speak, Qiao Yu’s frantic voice came bursting through from the other end.
“Han, is madam with you?”
“Yes, where is Jingwu?” Han Yue quickly asked.
Upon hearing this, Jian Qing abruptly looked up, her eyes fixated on him.
“We received a call from Yi Kai. We heard you were in J City. We’ve arrived and are almost at the Fusheng Hotel,” Qiao Yu said quickly, feeling the pressing urgency in his boss’s demeanor.
“You come straight here. There are many umbrella tents here. We’re behind a blue caution line,” Han Yue said, glancing at Jian Qing and letting out a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness, they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
After hanging up the phone, Mingxuan immediately asked, “Was it Jingwu on the phone?”
“It was from Qiao Yu. They said Jingwu is almost here,” Han Yue responded, his gaze focused on Jian Qing.
“Jingwu’s fine?” She feared Han Yue was trying to get her to rest by lying to her, so she eyeballed the latter, reading his facial expression.
Han Yue nodded and was about to speak when they heard the roar of an engine.
A black vehicle appeared amidst the torrential rain, attracting everyone’s attention as it splashed large droplets of water everywhere.
“Whoosh—”
Everyone curiously turned towards the black vehicle, assuming that it was some high-ranking official who came to inspect the situation.