After all, words are like spilled water, impossible to take back. Once spoken, they can never be taken back. Perhaps the two people will tacitly forget what happened today, but a perfect solution cannot be found.
Moreover, if this matter is not made public, An's father would not dare to place Qiao Zhen by An Zhao's side.
Qiao Zhen didn't care about this matter. She wouldn't hurt An Zhao, nor would she use An Zhao to covet the An family's property. She was a woman who regarded money as dirt.
Xiao Ling sneered at her, "Pah, I wonder who's shamelessly begging me to make money."
Qiao Zhen conjured a wisp of immortal energy and sent it into Xiao Ling's system, instantly turning Xiao Ling into a mentally challenged system. She looked at An's father, who was sitting in a leather chair, and asked, "Sir, is there something you need from me?" She was still a young girl who had no idea that she had been asked such a question.
Mr. An glanced at the chair opposite the desk. "Sit down. There are indeed some things I want to ask you."
Qiao Zhen took small steps to sit down, clasped her hands together on her thighs, looking obedient and well-behaved. She looked at her father, but after their eyes met, she hesitated and lowered her head again.
She was still a young girl who had never experienced the harsh realities of society; when two armies clashed, her initial momentum faltered.
Qiao Zhen twisted her hands restlessly. "Sir, please ask whatever you wish."
Mr. An's face was stern, exuding authority even without anger: "Is it something you want to investigate about the detective agency?"
“…Yes.” Qiao Zhen’s eyelashes trembled slightly. She suppressed her inner fear and still told the truth.
Seeing her honesty, An's father didn't offer any extra leniency. "What do you want to do? Or, to put it another way, what do you want to find out?"
Qiao Zhen's breathing became uneven with nervousness. "I want to investigate the truth behind the young master's blindness."
"Absurd!" Father An scolded in a low voice, "An Zhao has finally come out of his wounds, and you still want to reopen them?! He depends on you so much now, you can't be willful."
Qiao Zhen mustered her courage and looked up at An's father, "That's why I need to find out more! Before my father died, he took my mother and me to the amusement park. The video he recorded showed a few seconds of the young master running away in a panic. At that time, the young master's eyes were clearly intact. That is to say, the young master escaped unharmed, and his eyes may have been damaged by the second group of people."
An Zhao groped his way to the study, and he stealthily pushed open the door and crawled in from the floor.
An's father glanced at his son, who looked like a caterpillar on the ground, and wished he had never met him. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he bluntly asked, "Are you very concerned about An Zhao's eyes?"
Qiao Zhen nodded honestly, "Of course I care about his eyes."
An Zhao counted on her fingers, her face turning very pale.
An's father looked at Qiao Zhen with resentment in his eyes, then turned to look at An Zhao on the ground.
Qiao Zhen didn't rush to comfort An Zhao, but pretended not to see him. "It's very likely that someone else caused the young master's eye injury. Although the matter is settled, there's no reason to let the real culprit get away with it."
She turned her gaze away from An Zhao and said seriously, "I feel very sorry for the young master, but I can't find the real culprit on my own. I can only ask you for help. I asked the agency to deliberately leak the information, but I didn't expect you to find out about this so quickly."
Father An waved his hand, "I will send someone to investigate this matter. You can go back now."
An Zhao also sneaked out, holding his breath. He was afraid that Qiao Zhen would see him and start to panic. He didn't even know if Qiao Zhen had noticed him. The more uneasy he became, the more flustered he became. His hand accidentally touched the antiques on the shelf, and in a moment of carelessness, it caused a "bang" and the porcelain shattered.
"Young Master?!" Qiao Zhen pretended to be surprised when she saw An Zhao. She ran to An Zhao's side and helped him up. "Don't touch the broken porcelain." She kicked a large piece of porcelain aside.
An's father was heartbroken and speechless. Did anyone even notice that it was one of his favorite pieces of porcelain?
Qiao Zhen: No.
An Zhao: No.
Qiao Zhen put one arm around An Zhao's waist to help him stand up, and the other hand on his arm. This position made him feel safe. "Be careful, go to the right, go around it."
An Zhao obediently kicked to the right, and then, at Qiao Zhen's instruction, the two of them left the study together.
With An's father's help, it will be much easier to find out what happened back then. However, since it happened ten years ago, it will still take a lot of effort to investigate.
While An's father worked hard to earn money for An Zhao, Qiao Zhen and An Zhao enjoyed romantic moments together.
Qiao Zhen and An Zhao attended classes at school as usual. Of course, only Qiao Zhen was listening, while An Zhao was fast asleep on the desk.
When the school bell rang at noon, Qiao Zhen was stopped by the boy next door and forced to listen to his explanation. Of course, she decisively rejected him with "I don't like you."
An Zhao waited for so long but Qiao Zhen never came. Occasionally, classmates would whisper among themselves next to him, thinking he couldn't hear them, but he could hear them clearly.
"Xia Yun stopped that girl. Xia Yun was carrying an envelope, probably a confession."
"She's just An Zhao's servant; taking care of her is her duty. Why can't she date?"
“If An Zhao isn’t blind, then Qiao Zhen is marrying above her station. But since he is blind, it’s no wonder Qiao Zhen chose another boy.”
“An Zhao is only suitable for premarital dating; someone like Xia Yun is the ideal marriage partner.”
"Xia Yun has good grades and is a gentleman, much better than An Zhao who always has a gloomy face."
With each sentence An Zhao heard, his heart sank a little deeper. His hands tightened, yet he dared not expose his weakness, and the tension in his mind grew ever stronger.
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