Chapter 236: Chapter 236: Qiyi: Accepting with Gratitude, Jingye’s Methods
Elaine saw she wasn’t speaking and deliberately put on a surprised look, teasing with a smile, "No way, you have nowhere to go? How about I take you in?"
Claire Green chuckled softly, "If you’re inviting me, Elaine, then I’m obliged to accept."
Hearing this, Elaine was momentarily stunned, then burst into a lighthearted laugh, completely forgetting there were other customers in her bookstore.
Noticing the customers’ eyes turning towards her, she finally contained herself, but the shaking of her shoulders revealed her joy.
She lifted her hand and gently patted the girl’s hand with a look of satisfaction, "Olivia, I am very pleased."
Understanding why she was happy, the smile on Claire Green’s lips grew wider, and the irritability in her heart finally dissipated a bit.
Not far away.
A few girls were looking at their phones, occasionally glancing up at her with excitement in their eyes.
"I actually ran into the real person."
"I really want to go up and say hello."
"Miss, even with an injury to her waist, she’s sitting like that; doesn’t it hurt?"
Her words immediately brought silence to the other three.
After a while.
One girl folded her clothes, then got up and walked towards her.
"Hello."
Claire Green glanced at the girl in front of her and nodded slightly, "Is there something you need?"
Meeting her idol for the first time, the girl felt both happy and nervous. She bit her lip and handed over the clothes she was holding.
Staring at the clothes in front of her, Claire Green raised a brow, "What’s this?"
The girl, with sweaty palms from nervousness, took a long time to mentally prepare herself before slowly speaking.
"I saw the video. You’re sitting like this with an injury; it might pull the wound. Using clothes as a cushion might feel better."
Upon hearing this.
Claire Green paused, clearly not expecting that she was worried about her pulling on the wound, and her eyes instantly lit up with a smile.
"No need, keep it on; don’t catch a cold."
Hearing her refusal, the girl’s tone turned anxious, "There’s air conditioning in the store; it won’t be cold."
Elaine, who was listening on the side, was perplexed. How did they know about Olivia’s injury?
Following the principle of asking when in doubt, Elaine interrupted, "What video?"
"It’s the video of her rescuing someone," the girl said, opening the trending topic on Weibo to show her.
After watching the video, Elaine looked at the girl in shock, and seeing her nonchalant expression, she felt both distressed and helpless.
Just now, she thought this girl had changed, but she was still the same as before, unfazed by her own injuries.
Turning her head to smile at the girl, "Keep your clothes; I’ll take this girl back to rest."
This time, the girl didn’t insist, casting a worried glance at Claire Green before dragging her feet back to her seat.
"Impressive, risking your life to save someone and getting stabbed," Elaine pretended to be angry, pinching her face, "Come on, let’s get you some food first."
Even with her face pinched, Claire Green didn’t get angry; the corners of her eyes were filled with joy.
...
In the Jade Garden, Mr. Sia sat in the living room, constantly glancing at the door, his worry evident on his face.
Suddenly.
The door opened.
Seeing Julian Sia walk in alone, Mr. Sia was taken aback, "Where’s the girl?"
He ignored the elder’s question, sitting coldly on the sofa, with an aura as chilling as the snow on eaves.
Seeing this.
Mr. Sia had a suspicion, "You didn’t leave the girl at the hospital, did you?"
Saying so, he immediately grabbed something from the table and threw it at him without thinking.
George Xyler and his group walked in and saw this scene, momentarily unsure if they should enter.
"You came back just in time; where’s my granddaughter-in-law?"
Mr. Sia’s gaze swept over them, and not seeing the person he wanted, his voice immediately turned displeased.
Even the otherwise silent man on the side lifted his eyes to take a look.
The group exchanged glances, and finally, George Xyler pushed Mason Quinn forward.
With the push, Mason Quinn stumbled forward, incredulously glaring back at him, mouthing silently, "Damn, you’re throwing me under the bus again."
He awkwardly chuckled twice while scratching his head, "After Mr. Sia left, she also left, telling us to come back first."
Ending it.
"But Mr. Sia, you know her temper, yet you’re angry and left her at the hospital..."
Before Mason Quinn could finish, the man shot him a cold glare, silencing him instantly.
They all understood Mr. Sia was upset that Claire Green didn’t care about her own life, but it’s not like they just met her; she had at least changed a lot by now.
The living room fell into a deep silence, interrupted by a sudden howl.
Charles Jordan walked in expressionlessly, dragging a middle-aged man.
In an instant.
All eyes turned to the middle-aged man.
Under their gaze, Li Canliang felt like a beast’s prey, about to be torn apart the next second.
He gulped nervously, "What are you going to do to me?"
Julian Sia walked toward him unhurriedly, each step adding to the pressure.
"What am I going to do," his tone was deep, eyes filled with malevolence, as he kicked Li Canliang’s chest with force, "now you know."
Looking at his cold face as he lay on the ground, with a killing intent looming in his eyes, Li Canliang turned pale with fright.
His lips began to quiver, and his body trembled violently.
"I was wrong."
Hearing his apology, Julian Sia suddenly curled his lips, a low, suppressed laugh carrying an extremely dangerous signal.
"Proud when you stabbed her, weren’t you?"
"No... I really know I was wrong."
Driven by a strong survival instinct, Li Canliang crawled up and grabbed the man’s pant leg, repeatedly apologizing, trembling like a sieve.
Bang.
Another savage kick followed.
Then an excruciating pain shot through his hand.
Julian Sia stepped on his hand, grinding it relentlessly, "Since your hand doesn’t obey, there’s no need to keep it."
With that said.
The pressure under his foot increased, and the sound of bones breaking echoed through the empty living room.
Li Canliang broke into a cold sweat from the pain, letting out pitiful screams.
Just when he thought it might be over, the man’s words made him wish he could faint.
"Like playing with knives, do you? Charles, bring the stuff over."
Upon hearing this.
Charles Jordan promptly handed over the fruit knife from the table.
Playing with the fruit knife, Julian Sia’s cold eyes swept over him, his words freezing.
"Where to start?"
"No, I’ll go to jail; please spare me."
Several people nearby chuckled.
He thought being taught a lesson by Mr. Sia meant he wouldn’t have to go to jail; too naive.
Julian Sia’s lips curved into a cold, thin line, and he crouched down, his movements harsh as the knife tip swiftly pierced the body, each stab meticulously controlled, blood splattering as he pulled it out.
Calmly wiping the blood off his hands, Julian Sia looked at the person covered in red and spoke plainly, "Charles, send him back."
Charles Jordan, with a look of disdain, dragged the person to a relatively clean spot and hauled him out, completely ignoring the man’s cries of agony.
As Zhang Yuhan watched the man being returned to the police station, shock filled his heart; he was still defiant not long ago, yet now he was on the brink of death.
"You all..."
He just opened his mouth but was cut off by Charles Jordan, "This scum prefers jail time; no need to thank us."
Was that what I was going to say?
You guys did this to him, and I’m supposed to thank you?
Zhang Yuhan’s mouth twitched as he watched him leave, unable to vent his frustration.
"Captain, what about him?" the young officer glanced at the man on the ground, a hint of fear in his eyes.
"Send him to the hospital for examination first; after that’s done, lock him up," Zhang Yuhan said before striding off; he still needed to discuss the matter with Director Liu.