Chapter 59: Chapter 59: Give a call to the 18th generation of the Qiao family

Author: Purple Peony Machine Translation

Qin Nan got up quietly. He needed to know that He Lanjin was safe. But it was not safe to force his entry, so he used his phone instead to find out who the owner of Scenery Garden was. But the moment he tapped enter, a ghostly face popped up on the screen. It opened its bloody mouth as if it was about to rush out.

The next second, Qin Nan's phone was burned. He was not scared, but he realized that Scenery Garden was not simply an expensive place. Someone was preventing him from investigating. This meant that Scenery Garden's owner was a dangerous person.

The shadow that threw him out just now was obviously an expert. This was a warning. If he dared to go in again, then he would surely die in the next second.

"This woman, why does she dare to barge in everywhere?" Qin Nan asked himself, feeling a headache starting. However, He Lanjin did not seem to be in danger. Qin Nan turned around and got into the car. Thinking that He Lanjin could take care of herself, Qin Nan stepped on the gas pedal and left.

Seeing Qin Nan drive away, Nan Feng, who was leisurely leaning against the wall, quietly put on his hat and turned around to walk into Scenery Garden.

Nan Feng was Qiao Hanye's loyal protector. His master had ordered him to protect He Lanjin at all times, so he had been following her all along. What happened to Qin Nan's phone just now were all Nan Feng's work. How dare this man investigate his master?

Nan Feng's own investigation led him to Qin Nan's identity as the third young master of the Qin family. But it did not matter; Nan Feng would twist the neck of anyone who dared to spy on his master, even if it were the emperor himself.

"Mr. Qiao?" He Lanjin called out as she entered the house. She heard movement coming from the kitchen, so she hurried over. Seeing Qiao Hanye busy preparing food, she said softly, "Can you cook some for me too?"

Qiao Hanye lowered his head and busied himself as if he did not hear her.

"Mr. Qiao," He Lanjin continued.

Qiao Hanye had a calm expression on his face. He looked as if he was isolated from the rest of the world, so He Lanjin tiptoed into the kitchen and carefully stretched her arm around him to steal a cucumber to nibble on. Qiao Hanye turned around unexpectedly just as He Lanjin moved closer, and their bodies pressed against each other.

"Oh." He Lanjin found her lips pressed against Qiao Hanye's, his hot breath making her face itchy.

He Lanjin's heart was beating extremely fast. She felt like she was having a heart attack; she found it difficult to breathe.

Qiao Hanye saw He Lanjin's fan-like eyelashes flutter, his clear almond-shaped eyes shining with a clear light. He quickly turned away and asked in a hoarse voice, "What's the matter?"

"I..." He Lanjin opened her mouth to speak, but her tongue seemed to have stopped working. Her mind went blank. She struggled to breathe. She was going to leave the kitchen, but before she could step away she saw Qiao Hanye raise his hand.

Qiao Hanye's palm was red, fresh blood dripping on the blade of the knife he was holding.

"What's wrong with your hand?" He Lanjin asked. "Didn't you apply medicine on this? Why are you touching water again? Do you want to die?" She grabbed his arm, forcefully pulling him so she could examine the wound.

He Lanjin did not notice Qiao Hanye's deep black eyes flashing with shrewdness. She dragged him out of the kitchen and onto the sofa. At the same time, Han Beicheng was coming down the stairs. Before he even knew what was happening, he was dragged away by Nan Feng and told not to make a sound.

If the guardian of the underworld could make a phone call, he would now be calling the eighteen generations of the Qiao family. He would be asking Qiao Hanye's ancestors to rise and watch what was happening on the sofa.

"It's okay," Qiao Hanye said as he pulled his arm back. He wiped the blood off with some tissue and got up. "I'll go and cook for you now."

He Lanjin looked at Qiao Hanye, unsure of what she was feeling. She grabbed the corner of his shirt as he passed in front of her and said, "No need, I'm not hungry."

"He Lanjin," Qiao Hanye said, his voice stern. He Lanjin felt confused. Was he upset with her? But then she heard him say, "Are you afraid I'll poison you to death?"

"What? No, absolutely not." Terrified, He Lanjin followed behind Qiao Hanye. She felt her face flush as she touched her lower lip. It was just an accident, but she still felt uncomfortable. She pushed the thought away from her mind, rolled up her sleeves and said, "If you insist on cooking, then I'll help you."

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Ps: The emperor is really not in a hurry, but a eunuch is dying of anxiety. Do you see how anxious Han Beicheng and Nan Feng are If they are anxious, then vote for a recommendation.

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