Chapter 310 Be My Little Servant
Shen Hanxing sat up suddenly, and his coat fell to the ground.
Qi Moxun had already stood up, but paused after taking half a step. He turned around, picked up his coat and put it on her shoulders, and his fingers quickly buttoned two buttons for her.
"Follow me closely and don't run around."
They reached the restroom.
But he found that Feng Nanke had already opened the compartment.
At this location, you can just leave the archery hall.
Shen Hanxing's face turned even paler.
"If that's true, Jiang Shaochuan is the only one who knows about this compartment, and only he can take Xunxun away without anyone noticing!"
But she believed in Qi Moxun's character, so she believed in his friends.
She felt that Jiang Shaochuan was not that kind of person.
But the current situation forced her to admit that Jiang Shaochuan took Xunxun away on purpose.
"Why did he?"
She finally managed to calm down a little.
Want to know the reason.
He is Xunxun's teacher.
Once a teacher, always a father.
At the beginning, he also promised that he would make Shen Qianxun the best archer in the world.
But now...
Qi Moxun's expression was extremely gloomy.
Feng Nanke contacted many people, hoping to resolve this matter as soon as possible.
He has a lot of friends, and this matter involves children.
So everyone will help to the end.
"Boss Shen, please don't be anxious. Calm down for a moment. Let's review this matter first."
Feng Nanke's voice was a little low.
Although his relationship with Jiang Shaochuan is not as good as Qi Moxun's relationship with Jiang Shaochuan.
But they are also brothers who have experienced a lot together.
He also believed that Jiang Shaochuan was not that kind of person.
But now all the problems point to Jiang Shaochuan, which is really unbelievable.
"Are there any other clues in the surveillance?"
Qi Moxun could naturally see that something was wrong.
So there is this question.
Feng Nanke sighed helplessly and shook his head.
"Not yet."
Qi Moxun thought about it, then gently patted Shen Hanxing's arm.
"Let's check the surveillance again."
Shen Hanxing is now extremely panicked.
He no longer had the decisive and ruthless look he usually had.
Instead, it feels a bit dull.
Qi Moxun gently hugged her and walked towards the monitoring room.
Feng Nanke hurried to ask the staff present.
The only thing that is worthy of doubt is.
Jiang Shaochuan is a very kind person.
This is a busy commercial street, and the toilets are built at the end of the street. Many people want to go to the bathroom while shopping, but it may be too late.
So he opened a small door outside the toilet where people could scan the code to enter the bathroom prepared specifically for people outside.
But that toilet is separated from the one at the archery hall and has a locked door.
Logically speaking, there won't be any problems.
…
Things go back a few hours.
Jiang Shaochuan took Shen Qianxun to the bathroom, but found that the secret compartment had been discovered and even destroyed.
He wanted to go and take a look, but Shen Qianxun wanted to follow.
The musty smell mixed with the smell of rust in the secret compartment entered his nose. Shen Qianxun clutched Jiang Shaochuan's sleeves tightly, and the five-year-old boy's fingertips turned white due to the force.
The emergency light above his head flickered every few seconds, casting mottled shadows on his face, which looked very much like the "man-eating monster cave" mentioned in last night's bedtime story.
He wanted to say that he was scared, but he heard the sound of leather heels hitting the ground in front of him.
Jiang Shaochuan suddenly protected the child behind him, pressing his palm on the folding knife hidden at his waist. The word "Ling" was vaguely engraved on the handle.
A beam of light suddenly came from the corner, illuminating the man's well-tailored trousers and a half-dead leaf stuck on his leather boots.
"Xuanyuan Pavilion, you have been lying in ambush here for a long time." Jiang Shaochuan's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, and the ending tone was trembling with suppression.
The man walked slowly closer, his eyes swept over the boy huddled behind Jiang Shaochuan, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
"You had a deep grudge with someone in the past, and now someone wants revenge on you."
The words fell.
Sure enough, I saw several burly men lying beside him.
If these people fought with Jiang Shaochuan at the same time, Jiang Shaochuan might be able to escape unscathed, but Shen Qianxun could not.
When you are protecting your child, you may not be able to devote your whole heart to fighting.
I'm afraid I'll get infected.
The air froze instantly.
Xuanyuan Ge placed his fingers on the side of Jiang Shaochuan's neck, and slowly lowered his head to look into the boy's eyes as he looked up.
The amber pupils that were exactly the same as Lingling's were filled with tears, but they stubbornly refused to let go.
He remembered that twenty years ago, Lingling had also looked up and called him a "control freak" in the same way, with the ends of her hair stained with oil paint from the studio, like a little beast with bared fangs and claws.
His tone no longer had the coldness it had just had.
"Anyway, Jiang Shaochuan, I saved you today, so you have to repay my kindness now."
Jiang Shaochuan immediately protected Xunxun behind him.
"No matter what, the child is innocent. Let him go. As for the rest, we can discuss it between the two of us."
Shen Qianxun nervously grabbed the corner of his clothes.
"Teacher, I can't be a coward. I have to protect you."
Xuanyuan Ge didn't know what was wrong with him.
He wasn't angry at first.
But when he saw Shen Qianxun actually protecting Jiang Shaochuan like this, he felt so uncomfortable.
"You want to help so much? Sure."
"Serve me well, and perhaps I will consider giving your teacher a chance to live."
The moment he finished speaking, his bodyguards immediately appeared.
These people have all received brutal training. They might not be afraid of just one or two of them, but now six or seven of them are enough to leave Jiang Shaochuan with no chance of fighting back.
…
Twenty minutes later.
Shen Qianxun was pushed to sit on the leather sofa.
The room in front of him was filled with antique porcelain. In the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the corner, he could see Teacher Jiang tied up next to an antique display cabinet, with blood oozing from his forehead and dripping down his jaw.
The boy hurriedly got up, but Xuanyuan Ge held his shoulders and pushed him back onto the sofa.
"Wipe it clean." The man slapped a snow-white silk handkerchief on his palm and tapped the coffee cup on the coffee table with his knuckles. "If you spill a drop, I'll gouge off one of your teacher's fingers."
Shen Qianxun's hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the handkerchief. The coffee stains spread brown marks on the pure white fabric, which looked very much like the drawing paper he had crumpled in art class.
He remembered the nursery rhyme his mother would hum every time she wiped the table, so he pursed his lips and tried to imitate the gentle movements in his memory.
Xuanyuan Ge leaned back on the sofa, looking at the boy kneeling in front of the coffee table, and suddenly grabbed the cup and smashed it against the wall.
Amid the sound of cracking porcelain pieces, Chihiro screamed and hugged her head, her knees banging on the corner of the table but she didn't dare to cry.
Jiang Shaochuan let out a muffled roar from his throat which was wrapped in tape. Blood beads from his forehead dripped into his eyes, but he kept them open stubbornly, afraid of missing any moment of his child.
"Cry, why aren't you crying?" Xuanyuan Ge's leather shoes crushed the broken porcelain. He squatted in front of Qianxun and pinched his chin to force him to look up.
But he was a stubborn person, and the reason he agreed to be a servant was entirely to prevent Jiang Shaochuan from being beaten.
He gritted his teeth and reached out to grab the broken porcelain pieces on the coffee table, wanting to clean them up first.
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