Chapter 186 The Cat King will personally go to rescue her little brother.
The door beeped as it unlocked.
The person outside must have been a little shaky, making a mistake once before finally opening the door. As they pushed the door open, the warm glow of the hallway lamp softly illuminated the dimly lit living room.
The wind that swept in carried damp moisture, making it stuffy and cold, dissipating some of the cozy warmth inside, as if it wanted to freeze people into ice.
With a click, the lights were turned on.
It was bright enough to clearly illuminate the pale, bewildered face of the person who had just arrived.
Shi Miao sat on the sofa and looked up at her.
“Vast and insignificant”.
Zhu Ting called out to Shi Miao in a dry voice, took a deep breath, suppressed the tears welling up in her eyes, and leaned down to hold her hand tightly on her knee.
"Listen to me, there was a slight accident, but the situation isn't at its worst yet; he's still being treated..."
Before he could finish speaking, his cell phone, which was in his bag, suddenly rang.
The noise was extremely loud and jarring in the otherwise quiet living room.
Zhu Ting paused for a moment before taking out her phone. Seeing the caller's name flashing on the screen, her fingertips trembled slightly as she swiped to answer.
"Yuan Yuan, how are you?"
"..."
On the other end of the phone, Zou Yuanyuan remained silent, only her slightly rapid breathing could be heard.
Zhu Ting muttered to himself, "Is the signal bad? It must be because the rain is too heavy tonight, affecting communication."
"...I'm sorry, we really did our best."
The muffled conversation was transmitted through the electrical current, and Yan Zhaozhou's voice could be faintly heard saying "impossible."
Zhu Ting's fingertips trembled, and she hung up the phone immediately.
Outside the window, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and torrential rain swept across the entire city. Despite the ample heating inside, a chill inexplicably ran through me.
Shi Miao, who had been quiet all along, suddenly moved.
She gripped Zhu Ting's cold hand tightly, her fingers clenching firmly.
“Take me to see him.”
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Everything felt like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.
A multi-vehicle collision occurred on the expressway outside Beijing Airport. The vehicle involved suffered brake failure and was speeding when it crashed into the traffic in front of it.
Two serious injuries and three minor injuries.
After Zhu Ting received that phone call, it should be changed to: one dead and one seriously injured.
Shi Miao just couldn't understand why it was Jiang Yingxu, and why it was a car accident again.
The first time left him with lifelong pain as a sequela.
On rainy days, he had to endure a fine, needle-like pain between his bones. It wasn't until he got a hot water bottle from a cat that he could feel a little better, thanks to its warm belly.
The second time, it took his life directly.
Just as he was about to leave the capital, just as he had promised to come back and start dating her, just as they were about to begin a new life.
It's as if some invisible force of destiny is guiding everything in the right direction.
Shi Miao saw photos of the accident scene.
Among the scattered vehicle parts were fragments of a familiar suitcase.
A twisted and deformed candy box.
A broken and dirty tea canister.
And a cat kite that was scratched and stained with blood.
She reached out and touched it, as if trying to feel the tiny kite through the phone screen.
In the photos Jiang Yingxu sent her, she was so delicate and lovely, she should have been flying freely in the bright sunshine, instead of falling to the ground and getting stained with thick blood.
...Jiang Yingxu is the same.
He should have gone home safely. His eyes showed a hint of weariness, but when he saw her, a faint smile appeared on his face. He hugged her and kissed her forehead.
Instead of lying there lifelessly, never to respond to her again.
Not far away, Yan Zhaozhou was arguing with Yan Zongjing.
It seems that when the accident happened, Yan Zhaozhou happened to call Jiang Yingxu about the board meeting next week, but instead answered the phone, and the emergency personnel spoke in a hurried tone.
He was the first to learn about the car accident.
Yan Zhaozhou immediately went to inform Yan Zongjing.
After walking a few steps, he turned back to look for the steward to go with him, but unexpectedly overheard a conversation between Yan Zongjing and the steward.
"He's clever enough. He wants to push Zhao Zhou to the top so he can extricate himself and leave the Yan family for good."
The butler said, "If it weren't for this accident, Young Master Xu should have been able to do it."
"What a pity."
Yan Zongjing played with the walnuts, and amidst the soft rubbing sounds, his tone was one of extremely condescending judgment.
They said it was a pity, but you couldn't hear much real sadness or regret in their voices.
"Everything he has done since we got home has pleased me."
"If they had been raised and nurtured from a young age, they would likely be even more outstanding than Shuli back then and Zhaozhou is now."
Whether it's distancing herself from her family, being cold-hearted and unable to defend herself, or silently taking the blame for persecuting Yan Shuli and leaving, seeing through his intentions but only thinking about leaving cleanly and decisively.
Yan Zongjing let out a long sigh.
"He's just too attached to romance. Instead of finding himself a good wife and family in the limited time he has, he's hanging out with some unknown girl with no background. He has no ambition whatsoever."
"I wanted to use every last bit of my value before he left to help Zhaozhou secure his position as heir..."
"Well, the pieces are already on the board and will break sooner or later. At least they have honed Zhao Zhou's abilities and mentality, so it's not a waste."
The butler was about to offer a few words of flattery.
But then a loud bang was heard, and the door to the tea room was pushed open from the outside.
Yan Zhaozhou stood at the door, his face pale, his gaze filled with disbelief at the shattering of his preconceived notions.
He looked at Yan Zongjing, whose expression had subtly changed behind the tea table, and asked, "Grandpa, what do you mean by that?"
It was impossible for Yan Zhaozhou not to understand.
But a sliver of absurd hope lingered in my heart, and I was willing to ask one more question, trying to get a reasonable explanation—if there was one.
Faced with his questioning, Yan Zongjing frowned and first coldly rebuked, "Who taught you to eavesdrop on your elders' conversation outside?"
Then, he said slowly, "At this point, it won't hurt for you to know."
"Jiang Yingxu is the opponent that Grandpa personally trained for you."
"Do I not know your personality? If he hadn't been there to attract your attention, why would you have worked so hard to improve yourself just to surpass him? How could you have achieved what you have now?"
Opponent. Performance.
In Yan Zongjing's nonchalant tone, the two of them were clearly like beasts in a gladiatorial arena, fighting to the death just so that Yan Zongjing in the audience would be satisfied and receive the title of "heir to the Yan Group" as a reward.
"So, it was all your arrangement?"
No wonder Jiang Yingxu suddenly stopped being assertive, made mistakes, and even said something that sounded like a hint at the victory banquet that day.
It turned out that they had seen through Yan Zongjing's methods and were no longer willing to be the beasts that Yan Zongjing could look down on and control.
It's laughable that he was still smug about Yan Zongjing's encouragement and even thought he had finally surpassed Jiang Yingxu.
His so-called victory was actually achieved only because Jiang Yingxu was fully aware of everything and intentionally backed down.
Yan Zhaozhou trembled uncontrollably, clenched his fists tightly, and slammed them against the tea room door frame with a bang.
“What I hate most about him is that he climbed up by stepping on Shuli and me. He only cares about power and money. That’s why I hate him, despise him, and want to surpass him so that he can also experience what it feels like to be trampled on.”
"But it turns out that you were the one who orchestrated everything behind the scenes."
"In the end, every step I took forward was truly built on his flesh and blood—I became the kind of person I hated the most."
Under Yan Zongjing's somber gaze, Yan Zhaozhou choked back a sob, "He's still in the hospital's emergency room, and you're all here discussing what value he has left..."
Yan Zhaozhou wasn't stupid; he quickly figured it out.
A grandson is nothing to a person.
In Yan Zongjing's eyes, there was only his noble Yan family bloodline, only his outstanding successor, and only the inheritor of his will.
Everything is a piece that can be used.
Whether it was him, Jiang Yingxu, or Yan Shuli, who used to seem to be highly valued.
They are the same, yet different.
He also had parents who genuinely loved him, and Yan Shuli also enjoyed the resources of the Yan family and the care of his parents.
But Jiang Yingxu truly had nothing.
"...I don't want to."
Yan Zhaozhou concluded by saying, "I don't want this kind of Yan family, this kind of position that exploits others to gain power."
He sniffed hard, turned and left, ignoring Yan Zongjing's furious roar behind him.
Yan Zhaozhou rushed to the hospital, while simultaneously calling his girlfriend, Zou Yuanyuan.
Zou Yuanyuan happened to be with Zhu Ting. After receiving the news, she immediately set off for the hospital, while Zhu Ting went to find Shi Miao.
now.
Facing Yan Zongjing, who arrived leaning on a jade cane, Yan Zhaozhou's eyes were red-rimmed. He even disregarded hospital rules and roared hoarsely, "He's dead! He's dead!!"
“I still want to apologize to him, even if he mocks me and ignores me like before, it doesn’t matter.”
But he's dead!
Yan Xingrong and Ji Cailing stood in front of the door, supporting each other. Their faces were blank, and tears kept falling. They seemed unable to comprehend the reality before them and were still asking questions.
"Everything was fine before, how could this happen?"
"How could Xiao Xu have died?"
It's all in chaos.
Shi Miao stood quietly not far away, watching coldly.
That's strange.
When Jiang Yingxu was alive, they were wary of him, disliked him, and were unwilling to believe him.
After he got into trouble, he started crying again, as if he was very regretful and remorseful.
Who are you trying to impress?
Is this a way to make yourself feel better?
Shi Miao didn't look at them again, turned around and walked out, which was noticed by Zhu Ting who was still in the crowd.
She rushed forward, grabbed Shi Miao's arm, and looked at her with unease in her eyes.
"Miaomiao, where are you going?"
It was rare for Zhu Ting to be so disheveled; her hair and skirt were a mess, her makeup was smudged, and the person holding her was gripping her tightly.
As if afraid of missing a single one, she skipped it.
Shi Miao's face was ashen, her eyes lowered slightly, and for a moment she even resembled Jiang Yingxu.
"I'm going home."
Zhu Ting was stunned; it was an answer she hadn't expected at all.
"What? Go home?"
Shi Miao hummed in agreement, a stubborn yet faint light shining in her pale eyes that others could not comprehend.
The Cat King will not allow him to die.
The Cat Queen will personally go to rescue her little brother.
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