Chapter 107 Her Ah Si, Must Be Clean and Pure

When Qiao Xu and Xu Si'an arrived at the hospital, Xu Shiran was sitting in a chair looking haggard.

"You really are a good husband. Your own mother is in jail, aren't you going to try and get her out?"

Xu Shiran looked at him coldly: "If you won't give me that chance, why should I waste my energy?"

Xu Si'an put his arm around Qiao Xu's shoulder and sneered, "Then what are you doing here doing all this useless work?"

"I still want to break them out of prison!"

When Xu Si'an said this, his words were full of sarcasm and mockery.

"Xu Si'an, what do you want me to do to let her go? A two-year reprieve, would that make her suffer less?"

Xu Si'an shrugged: "I'm not a judge, you go talk to the judge."

Si Yan's subordinate arrived late: "Mr. Xu, Ms. Qiao, these are the documents for the meeting. We have half an hour."

Xu Si'an took it and thanked him, "Are you sure you don't need me to go in with you?"

"I'll go by myself."

Xu Shiran jumped up: "Her emotions are unstable, she can't be seen by anyone."

"We've already applied to the court, Mr. Xu!"

Qiao Xu handed the documents to the policewoman in the ward. The two exchanged a glance and then left the ward, standing in front of the glass door.

Xu Si'an took out his phone and stood next to the door, staring at the small glass window on the door.

My finger taps and jumps aimlessly.

"Shen Zhiwei, it's been a long time!"

She sat up in bed with her back to the person lying down, staring intently at Qiao Xu with hateful eyes.

"You slut, you're so proud of sleeping with someone else's fiancé, aren't you?"

"Without you, Xu Si'an would have to obediently marry me."

In Qiao Xu's eyes, the inexplicable verbal abuse was Shen Zhiwei's resentment.

Qiao Xu sneered: "You haven't had enough of your dream yet, Miss Chen."

“When I was with Xu Si’an, he didn’t have a fiancée. I was able to sleep with him, so of course I was proud. After all, he was handsome, had a good body, and knew how to coax me.”

"Even if it weren't me, Xu Si'an wouldn't even look at you."

The ward door wasn't closed properly, and the man standing in the doorway chuckled, looking smug.

Shen Zhiwei roared with a ferocious expression: "The marriage between the Shen family and the Xu family was arranged a long time ago. It's all because of you, all because of you, you bitch."

Qiao Xu sat on the sofa: "I think you're really crazy, you're not pretending."

"Shen Zhiwei, do you know the difference between you and me?"

“Xu Si’an and I have always been equals, but you only see him as a source of profit, a stepping stone for the Shen family’s status in the business world.”

“Look, it could be Xu Shiran, not Xu Si’an.”

"In your eyes, any man who can be of use is acceptable, isn't that right?"

"Isn't Shen Zhao a prime example?"

Shen Zhiwei's pale, bloodless face was even more frightening with its grotesque expression: "Shut up! What do you know? How could a country bumpkin like you understand? I'm a rich young lady. Men are just for using."

Qiao Xu chuckled and nodded: "Shen Zhiwei, I'm wondering, who do you really love?"

"You didn't love Xu Shiran, yet you married him."

"If you love Shen Zhao, you marry Xu Shiran; if you don't love Xu Shiran, you have his children."

"They made grand pronouncements about liking Xu Si'an, yet under the guise of liking him, they did everything they could to kill him."

Qiao Xu stood up and walked to her side: "Shen Zhiwei, in your dreams at night, do you ever dream of that child you used as a tool who never even had a chance to see the world?"

Shen Zhiwei seemed frightened by Qiao Xu's words, and the hatred in her eyes was replaced by fear and panic.

"I am not—"

“No, I wanted to give birth to him. I didn’t treat him as a tool.”

Because of her violent struggles, the white gauze bandage on her wrists was soaked with blood.

She pulled out the IV tube from her hand and reached out to grab Qiao Xu, but Xu Si'an, who was standing at the door, suddenly pushed the door open and pulled Qiao Xu into his arms.

"Qiao Xu, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you all."

Xu Shiran, standing at the door, felt somewhat numb. Shen Zhiwei had long since changed.

Perhaps nothing has changed, but what he has always seen is an illusion.

During this time, he asked himself, "Do I love you?"

Perhaps it's love, otherwise, it would be so easy to let go.

"Weiwei, stop fooling around."

Xu Si'an left the hospital with Qiao Xu, and soon after, he received news that Xu Shiran had been stabbed by Shen Zhiwei.

He said expressionlessly, "I understand."

Qiao Xu held Xu Si'an's hand: "Si'an, I asked Sister Si Bing, and she said there is a very efficacious ancient temple in Beijing. I want to go there."

Xu Si'an chuckled and gently stroked her disheveled hair.

"When did my Qiaoqiao ever believe in these things? Don't you always make wishes in front of me?"

Qiao Xu took his arm and said, "There are some wishes that you can't fulfill."

On his behalf, pray to the gods to bless that innocent little life so that it may be reborn soon; on his behalf, cleanse the body of the killing.

It also serves as a guiding light for his sister, whom he can't let go of, to return home.

Her Ah Si, too, must be clean and pure.

Qiao Xu remembered the day Shen Zhiwei lost her child. She asked for a piece of red paper, wrote down her birthday, and handed it to the young master who lit the guiding light for her.

Thank you!

Xu Si'an did not follow Qiao Xu, but waited alone outside the ancient temple.

The century-old locust tree at the entrance was covered with red ribbons with bells.

The wind blew, and the tinkling sound gradually dissipated Xu Si'an's anxiety and fear.

He stepped into the ancient temple, and when he came out, he was holding two red ribbons in his hand.

On the banner were his and Qiao Xu's names. He didn't believe in gods or Buddhas, but this time he prayed to shield his Qiao Qiao from all the suffering in the rest of her life.

The other one read: "May you be safe and well!" It was for his sister, whom he had never met and never had the chance to meet.

When Qiao Xu came out, she saw Xu Si'an standing under the locust tree: "A-Si".

When he turned around, tears the size of pearls rolled down his cheeks.

Qiao Xu paused for a moment: "What's wrong?"

"Why has Ah Si become so prone to crying? It's so pitiful."

She raised her hand to wipe away the moisture from the corner of his eyes, and tiptoed to kiss the corner of his mouth.

"Qiaoqiao, you must take good care of yourself."

He couldn't bear either separation in life or death; he was very delicate.

"Okay, I'll be fine."

"Crybaby, let's go. We should head back to Los Angeles. Mr. Xu is leading the way in skipping work!"

When they returned to Los Angeles, Qiao Xu went to Meng Zhe's house to pick up Cherry.

Xu Si'an felt that Cherry had been mistreated by He Yanxun and was unwilling to leave it with him.

Qiao Xu simply took her and gave her to Ye Yurou.

This was the case before I reunited with Xu Si'an.

"Xiao Xu, why are you so late? Are you picking up the dog?"

Ye Yurou and Cherry were both on the sofa, and the dog was lazily lying on Ye Yurou's lap.

Qiao Xu nodded, and Meng Zhe quickly went to pack the dog carrier and kennel.

"Brother, the disgust on your face is too obvious."

Qiao Xu entered the house, placed the things she brought for Ye Yurou on the pillar, and picked up Cherry: "Thank you for your hard work, cousin-in-law."

Meng Zhe shoved the things into Xu Si'an's hands: "She's not having a hard time, but your brother is. I don't know who spoiled him. He won't sleep in his doghouse and insists on taking over my bed. Doesn't he know I'm afraid of dogs?"