Chapter 72 I can help you take back everything that belongs to you

Lying on the hospital bed, Qiao Xuan's pupils were dilated and only his fingers were still twitching slightly.

The pain had burned away his consciousness, and he couldn't even remember who he was or where he was at the moment.

In the blur, someone patted his face.

His eyes moved slowly, but he couldn't focus.

"Joshua."

The female voice in his ear was mature and lazy, but it was sometimes far away and sometimes near, so he couldn't hear it clearly.

He only vaguely heard a few words -

"You look just like him."

Qiao Xuan moved his lips with difficulty, but no sound came out.

At this moment, someone beside him pried open his teeth and forcefully stuffed something into his throat.

But after a moment, his eyes became clear again.

My consciousness was gradually pulled back, and the whole world was integrated and reorganized before my eyes, and everything became clearer and clearer.

"I..." Qiao Xuan spoke again, his voice horrifyingly hoarse, "Where am I now?"

He tried hard to open his eyes and look around. His innate vigilance made him clench his fists, ready to deal with any danger around him.

However, the anticipated danger did not exist at all.

Sitting beside the bed was an elegant, noble and beautiful woman.

The woman wore a long, dark-colored dress that accentuated her skin's snowy white. A rare pearl necklace shimmered around her neck. Her smiling eyes were dotted with barely-there lines. Her porcelain-white skin shone with a well-maintained luster, and her lips were a perfect shade of rose-colored red, neither too ostentatious nor too flattering, yet still accentuating her teeth.

She held a bone china coffee cup in her hand, her every gesture exuding the air of pampered nobility. Her slender fingers were clad in delicate black lace gloves, the faintly visible skin and dark patterns interwoven into a mysterious beauty.

"This is White Manor," she began, her voice as fragrant and alluring as the coffee in her hand. "You can call me Jasmine. In Canada, they all call me Miss Jasmine."

"Jasmine..."

Qiao Xuan suddenly frowned.

He couldn't believe that the woman in front of him was actually Jasmine, the eldest daughter of the White Group and He Qing's wife!

According to the information he found, Jasmine should be 45 years old.

But the woman in front of him looked to be in her early thirties at most, with firm skin and a smooth face, without any trace of aging at all.

Qiao Xian looked at her suspiciously, not believing her identity.

Seeing this, Jasmine chuckled softly, "Don't be so surprised. You should know that money is the best preservative. As long as I want, I can still look like this even when I'm 120 years old."

This kind of words may sound a bit exaggerated when spoken by others.

But, she is the eldest daughter of the White family.

Nearly half of the world's wealth is firmly in the hands of her family!

If she wanted, she could even buy the entire Jiangzhou City!

Faced with such a person, Qiao Xuan's eyes were immediately filled with vigilance and caution.

However, at this moment he had just escaped from the painful torture and had no strength at all.

No matter how much he resisted in his heart, he could only let others manipulate him.

Jasmine looked at his pair of dark eyes with great interest, and suddenly reached out and gently stroked his face.

Qiao Xuan subconsciously wanted to dodge, but when he turned his body, he could not feel any reality at all, as if he was still floating in the illusion of pain.

His futile resistance made Jasmine even more interested.

She grabbed his chin sharply, forcing him to look directly at her.

"I heard that you are not the biological child of the Qiao family. Then who are your biological parents?"

Next to Jasmine stood a gorgeous antique floor lamp, the glaring light making Qiao Xuan's eyes hurt.

He subconsciously raised his hands to shield his eyes and saw blood scabs between his nails from the painful struggles of the past few days.

He frowned and didn't answer Jasmine's question. He only asked her, "Why am I here with you? Where is Mr. He?"

"I asked first, you should answer me first." Jasmine was not angry at his rudeness, but said patiently.

Realizing that the other party did not seem to have any hostility, Qiao Xuan's attitude softened a little.

"I don't know. I haven't met them," he confessed, then asked, "Why are you asking about me?"

Qiao Xian was not surprised that Jasmine knew his background.

Although the fact that he was not Qiao's biological son was a secret, it was not difficult for Jasmine to find out given her status and position.

What Qiao Xuan was more curious about was why Jasmine was interested in his affairs?

If he guessed correctly, she should have taken the initiative to ask for it from He Qing.

Why did she do this?

Looking at the man in front of her who was full of defensiveness, Jasmine raised her lips with a hint of playfulness.

She made no secret and said frankly: "Of course it's for your face."

"What's the meaning?"

Qiao Xuan hadn't reacted yet.

Jasmine stopped explaining and simply tapped the table lightly with two fingers.

A moment later, the maid outside the door brought a bowl of hot porridge.

"You haven't eaten for three days. You must be starving, right?"

Jasmine told the maid to feed porridge to Qiao Xuan.

He had no room for refusal.

For the first time in three days, he tasted food.

His almost dried-up taste buds were reactivated by the delicious taste of the porridge, and every bite he swallowed made his heart beat faster, as if confirming the authenticity of all this.

The hot porridge burned the tip of his tongue, but he was reluctant to spit it out. This real burning sensation made him feel at ease.

"Don't be in a hurry, eat slowly."

Jasmine looked at him with a smile, her eyes as if she was looking at a docile pet dog.

Qiao Xuan hated that kind of look.

But he had no right to resist now.

Soon, he drank the whole bowl of porridge like a whirlwind.

The maid took away the dishes.

Jasmine picked up the handkerchief and wiped the stains from the corners of his mouth.

Seeing that he had filled his stomach, she finally got to the point.

"The Qiao family went bankrupt and was acquired by the Heilan Group. Everything you once owned is now in Rong Zhoubai's hands."

"What do you want to say?"

"Do you want to take it back?"

"certainly."

"I can help you take back everything that belongs to you."

Jasmine got straight to the point, her tone so relaxed that it seemed as if she was just discussing everyday matters.

Hearing these words, a light flashed in Qiao Xuan's eyes.

I have to admit that this is a temptation that he can hardly refuse.

But he knew better than anyone that there was no free lunch in this world.

Jasmine undoubtedly has enough ability to help him get everything back, but she will never help him for no reason.

"What do you want?"

"What do you think you have now?"

These words were clearly spoken in a calm tone, but they sounded extremely ironic to Qiao Xuan'an.

He used to be the all-powerful chairman of the Qiao Group, but now he not only has nothing, but even his once healthy body has been gradually worn down by these three days of inhuman torture, becoming a broken body that can hardly even lift his hands!

What else can he offer as a price in exchange now?

Qiao Xuan lowered his head and remained silent.

Those eyes that were once filled with arrogance could only stare at the ground helplessly, as if the last bit of his dignity was hidden in the cracks between the tiles...

Seeing him dejected, Jasmine curled the corners of her lips, not hiding the straightforward desire in her eyes.

"I said it from the beginning, it's your face that I'm attracted to."

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"Sir, the man imprisoned in the private residence... was taken away by Madam!"

"What did you say?!"

When his subordinates rushed to report the news, He Qing and Rong Zhoubai were talking in the study.

Hearing his subordinates' words, a gloomy look suddenly appeared between He Qing's brows.

Rong Zhoubai doesn't know about this yet.

Seeing He Qing's furious expression, he raised his eyebrows: "Who is so important that you guys are fighting over him?"

"It's Qiao Xu'an! I brought him back from Jiangzhou City."

He Qing did not hide it.

When he heard this name from his mouth, the smile on Rong Zhubai's face froze instantly.

No wonder his people in Jiangzhou City couldn't find Qiao Xuan's whereabouts these days...

It turns out that he had already arrived in Canada!

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Rong Zhubai frowned, his tone blaming.

He Qing pursed his lips apologetically and did not defend himself.

Rong Zhoubai saw what he was thinking.

The reason why he took the initiative to lock up Qiao Xian in his private residence was probably to torture him and vent his anger on his daughter.

It's human nature.

He didn't blame him anymore.

He turned around and asked He Qing's men, "Who did Jasmine send to ask for someone?"

"Madam came in person, and we didn't dare to stop her! Now, the person has been taken back by Madam!"

"She came in person?"

Rong Zhubai raised his eyebrows in surprise.

You know, his sister is famous for her wealth and luxury.

She is worth a fortune but also has countless enemies. There are at least eight hundred people who want to take her life.

Unless something catastrophic happened, she would never step out of her impenetrable manor.

And now, she actually went to He Qing's private residence to ask for Qiao Xu'an in person? !

"That's a really rare thing."

Rong Zhoubai raised a subtle arc at the corner of his lips, as if he had discovered some interesting secret, but was not in a hurry to reveal it.

He Qing couldn't read his expression and asked anxiously, "What should we do now?"

"What else can we do? No one can get back the person she took away. Since she wants it so much, just give it to her."

No one knows Jasmine better than Rong Zhoubai.

She is like a black widow lying in a spider web, waiting for her prey. No man who is entangled in her web will have a good ending.

At the moment, Rong Zhoubai cares more about another person than Qiao Xuan.

"I don't have time to chat with you. I have to go back to Hanshan Villa."

Qiao Xu'an had already guessed that Qu Ge was not dead, and now he was in Jasmine's hands.

In other words, Jasmine will find out about this sooner or later.

Qu Ge may be in danger at any time now.

When he thought of this, Rong Zhoubai could no longer remain absolutely calm.

Before he finished speaking, he had already left He Qing's sight.

Just as he was driving back to Hanshan Villa, a call came from Jiangzhou City, bringing him another piece of bad news...