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Chapter 222 - 218: Meeting Again

Chapter 222: Chapter 218: Meeting Again

"Don’t cry."

Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded beside her ear, and a pair of large hands comfortably rested on her delicate shoulders.

Nanrong Wanqing was momentarily startled, turning her head to look at the newcomer, only to see a remarkably handsome man standing behind her, his eyes filled with a hint of pity and tenderness.

She gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, composed herself, and asked, "How did you get here?"

"Such a big incident has occurred in the Nanrong family; of course, I had to come and see you. Wanqing, I know you are suffering now. Believe me, I will stay with you and help you through this difficult time."

Looking at Nanrong Yong lying unconscious on the bed, a sour feeling surged in Nanrong Wanqing’s heart, her eyes reddening as she said, "Zhu Hong, I’m scared... I’m really scared..."

"Don’t be afraid, I’m here with you. Even if the sky falls, I’ll hold it up for you. Don’t give up until the very last moment. I still have some connections in East Sea City; I will ask them for help to see if there is a chance to turn things around."

"Thank you."

Zhu Hong gave a slight smile: "Why be so formal between us? I’ve told you, no matter how you treat me, my feelings for you will never change. Now, let me take you home to rest. People around you said you haven’t slept for a whole day and night. No matter how worried you are, you can’t wear yourself out."

"Mhm."

Returning to the villa in the backyard, Nanrong Wanqing noticed two bodyguards in suits following Zhu Hong, each carrying a suitcase.

"What is this..."

"I will stay here with you for a few days," Zhu Hong said gently. "Now, with Nanrong Hao detained by the police and the old man fallen ill, there are no men in Nanrong family; I cannot let you face this alone. You may not care about yourself, but I do. Let me take care of you until this is resolved."

As he spoke, he glanced at the bedroom next to the living room, "I’ll stay there."

Looking at the bedroom Zhu Hong pointed to, Nanrong Wanqing’s eyes suddenly fixed on it. That had been Ling Chen’s room, and it had been vacant since he left.

Ling Chen...

Nanrong Wanqing bit her lip slightly, feeling some resentment inside. Why, why did you have to leave? If you were here, perhaps Nanrong Hao wouldn’t have gone to the Old City, and things wouldn’t have escalated to this stage.

After escorting Nanrong Wanqing back to her room, Zhu Hong went downstairs and stepped into that bedroom.

He pushed the door open to see a computer on the desk and a photo frame beside it with an old photo inside. He casually picked up the photo, glanced at it, scoffed, and threw it directly into the trash bin.

"You two, clear everything out. Anything belonging to Ling Chen, throw it all away, and don’t leave anything."

...

The night fell.

Ling Chen sat alone in his room, looking out the window at the starless night sky, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

Hu Fei had just visited him, bringing news that kept echoing in his mind. Nanrong Yong had fallen ill and was currently unconscious. Together with the arrest of Nanrong Hao, the two pillars of the Nanrong family had fallen. Now, it all depended on the frail shoulders of Nanrong Wanqing.

With so much happening, he wondered if she could withstand it. Thinking of Nanrong Wanqing made Ling Chen worry. No matter how strong Nanrong Wanqing was, she was ultimately a woman. In such difficult times, alone and unsupported, anyone else might have already collapsed.

At that thought, a strong impulse surged in his heart.

"I can’t worry about so much now."

He gritted his teeth, stood up, and rushed out of the room.

Half an hour later.

Upon arriving at Wealthy Manor No. 118, Ling Chen’s gaze was immediately drawn to a Mercedes-Benz outside the door.

Zhu Hong!

He frowned slightly; this guy was here too. It made sense, after all, Zhu Hong wouldn’t miss such a good opportunity.

He initially wanted to meet Nanrong Wanqing directly, but since Zhu Hong was present, he obviously couldn’t just walk in openly. Never mind, he thought, I’ll just sneak a peek. As long as she is alright, he would feel much more at ease.

At that moment, he circled around to the back of the villa and climbed over the wall into the Nanrong Family’s residence. Ling Chen had set up the Nanrong Family’s security system himself; he knew every camera and detector like the back of his hand. It didn’t take him long to reach the white villa where Nanrong Wanqing lived.

Seeing the lights on in the living room, he stealthily climbed to the second-floor bedroom balcony and then slipped through the glass window.

However, just as he was about to leave through the door, he heard footsteps and the voices of Nanrong Wanqing and Zhu Hong outside the door. Clearly, the two were walking towards the room.

As they reached the door, with the doorknob twisting, Ling Chen had no time to retreat the way he had come. His gaze shifted, and he immediately darted under the bed.

Just after he hid, the door was pushed open. Following closely, Zhu Hong was seen wheeling Nanrong Wanqing into the room.

"Wanqing, do you want me to stay and chat?"

"No need, I want to rest early. You must be tired today too, get some sleep early. We have a lot more to do tomorrow."

"Well then, I’ll sleep downstairs. Call me if you need anything. Good night!"

"Good night!"

Listening to their conversation, Ling Chen felt extremely displeased; Zhu Hong was actually staying in the Nanrong Family’s house, and even in his former room.

After Zhu Hong left the room, Nanrong Wanqing alone wheeled herself to the bedside. She propped herself up with her hands, moved onto the bed, then began unbuttoning her clothes, revealing her delicate shoulders and fair skin. After changing into a thin nightgown, she pulled back the covers and lay down.

Under the bed, Ling Chen tried to control his breathing, daring not to make much noise, lest he be heard by Nanrong Wanqing.

He waited quietly for about five minutes until the lights in the room were finally turned off. After a while, hearing Nanrong Wanqing’s breathing gradually become even, suggesting she had fallen asleep, Ling Chen carefully crawled out from under the bed, his eyes fixed on the sleeping Nanrong Wanqing.

Having not seen her for a while, she was still so beautiful, utterly captivating. But her face seemed a bit pale, with a hint of exhaustion, presumably thinking over issues related to Nanrong Hao these past days.

"Don’t worry, with me here, everything will get better," he sighed softly and murmured.

With that, he turned and walked towards the balcony. However, just after taking a few steps, he suddenly heard a movement from the bed. Turning his head, he was surprised to find Nanrong Wanqing had opened her eyes and was watching his retreating figure.

In the darkness, their eyes met, neither of them spoke.

After a while, Nanrong Wanqing sat up in bed, her lips slightly parted, her voice tinged with a trace of indifference: "I thought you had left. Why did you come back?"

Although her tone was cold, her eyes held a hint of tearfulness. Only she knew what that meant.

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