Plunder-Chapter 31 - Seeking Ones Own Death

Chapter 31: Chapter 31 Seeking One’s Own Death

Chapter 31 -31 Seeking One’s Own Death

Zhou Jin’an’s eyes suddenly tightened.

He looked over at Qiao En, who had a faint smile and a serene demeanor.

It was an expression of tacit approval.

“Secretary Qiao, congratulations! Once you set a date, do let me know. I’ll come with An Ge to share your happiness. An Ge, that’s fine with you, right?”

An Kexin slightly tilted her head, her eyes brimming with pink bubbles.

Unconsciously, she reached out to hook her arm through Zhou Jin’an’s.

He excused himself to adjust his necktie, avoiding her gesture.

She grabbed at thin air.

“She is no longer Nanchen’s secretary; just call her Qiao En from now on.”

Zhou Jin’an’s tone was also bland.

He ripped off his necktie and threw it on the couch, walking straight to the dining table.

The table was set, brimming with a sumptuous feast.

Zhou Jin’an sat down, served himself soup, and drank quietly.

Mrs. Zhou sighed, her murky eyes sweeping over the three people.

Qiao En was composed and convincing in her act.

An Kexin could pretend, but her skills were still superficial; the jealousy, disappointment, and resentment in her eyes were poorly concealed.

As for Zhou Jin’an, he neither acted nor pretended.

He didn’t like An Kexin, and it was very obvious.

“Let’s eat.”

Mrs. Zhou stood up and reached out to Qiao En.

“You should stay for dinner too.”

Qiao En supported Mrs. Zhou and lightly declined, “Ma’am, I’m afraid I’ll have to decline your kind offer today. I have other matters to attend to, so I must leave first.”

“Song Lian is quite romantic, isn’t he? Asking you out for a candlelight dinner?”

An Kexin added another line, while Qiao En just kept smiling, neither confirming nor denying.

“It’s good for young people to be romantic. Kexin, if there’s anything you want to eat, just let Jin’an know, and he’ll take you too.”

Mrs. Zhou laid down a path for An Kexin, and she had no choice but to follow it.

“An Ge, don’t you like Japanese food? There’s a new Japanese restaurant on Bei Yi Road. I heard their sukiyaki is especially authentic. Let’s go try it sometime!”

Zhou Jin’an finished a bowl of soup, and Aunt Liu served him half a bowl of rice. He picked up some shredded pork in garlic sauce, took a few bites, and finished it all.

“I don’t have time.”

He stood up, pulled back the chair he’d been sitting in, and strode toward the door.

An Kexin’s face instantly stiffened.

Mrs. Zhou’s voice rose several decibels, “Where are you going?”

“I’ve finished eating. I’m going back to work overtime.”

Zhou Jin’an walked toward the door with a brisk pace.

He was a workaholic, the kind that worked himself to the bone.

But Mrs. Zhou didn’t believe it.

However, she didn’t dare to infuriate Zhou Jin’an; after all, he wasn’t the son she had raised by her side from a young age, and she hadn’t yet fully grasped his temperament.

“Don’t forget, after you’re busy, remember to take Kexin to the Japanese restaurant.”

Mrs. Zhou reminded him at the door.

Zhou Jin’an didn’t respond, and the front door slammed shut.

Qiao En had also intended to leave, but since Mrs. Zhou hadn’t sat down, it would not have been proper for her to leave her side.

“Kexin’s kindness should not be taken for granted. For a woman, no matter how successful her career is, it’s not as good as marrying well. Hold onto Song Lian well and you’ll be stepping into the threshold of a wealthy family.”

Having been rebuffed by her son, Mrs. Zhou gave Qiao En a warning.

“Yes, ma’am. I will remember Miss An’s kindness for a lifetime,” Qiao En responded, displaying a submissive and sensible demeanor.

Acting to the very end was her style, as she was someone who saw things through.

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Mrs. Zhou didn’t make it difficult for her anymore.

Upon exiting the Zhou family’s grand courtyard, Qiao En took a deep breath, and her tense body relaxed slightly.

However, just as she reached the courtyard entrance, she saw Zhou Jin’an’s car parked around the corner.

He wasn’t sitting in the car, but leaning against the hood.

In the pitch-dark night, the cigarette in his hand flickered on and off.

The ease in Qiao En’s heart tightened once again.

He hadn’t left; he was waiting for her on purpose.

Qiao En didn’t try to hide; she knew there was no escaping.

The light from the streetlamps stretched her shadow long.

She took steps forward, and as she almost reached Zhou Jin’an, she paused.

“Mr. Zhou, why haven’t you left yet?”

Qiao En knew the answer, yet she asked anyway.

Zhou Jin’an threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out with his foot.

“Really going to marry that man?”

Backlit by the light, Qiao En couldn’t see his face.

“Yes.”

Qiao En replied with certainty.

“Why?”

Song Lian was someone Zhou Jin’an knew of.

What kind of person that man was, he knew even better.

He just hadn’t expected that Qiao En would treat marriage as a child’s play.

Marrying such a thing – wasn’t that seeking her own demise?

“Mr. Zhou, for us ordinary people, getting married doesn’t involve so many whys; it’s just that he’s suitable. Mrs. Zhou said that she would be our witness at the wedding. If Mr. Zhou wouldn’t mind, I would like to invite you and Miss An to be the best man and the bridesmaid.”

Qiao En said with a smile.

Zhou Jin’an’s brows furrowed tightly, and the anger inside him surged wildly.

“In your dreams!”

He dropped the words coldly, opened the Maybach’s door, and dived in.

Cheng Lu started the engine, and the car roared off.

Was he refusing to be the best man? Or to let her marry Song Lian?

Qiao En wasn’t sure.

All she knew was that, as a pawn, her fate had been sealed from the moment she became one.

Qiao En did not linger; she just let out a sigh of relief and continued walking along the road.

She didn’t notice that behind her, a pair of eyes kept watching this place.

“…I’m getting married, and would like to invite Mr. Zhou and Miss An to be the best man and bridesmaid…”

Inside the Maybach, Zhou Jin’an leaned on his hand, his face dark and fearsome, but Qiao En’s voice kept echoing in his ears.

Marrying? She was actually going to marry a scumbag?!

Had her brain gotten waterlogged?

“How is the investigation on Qiao De going?”

Zhou Jin’an suddenly asked.

Cheng Lu was startled; the last time he brought it up, Zhou Jin’an had accused him of meddling.

So, he hadn’t continued the investigation.

“That… that girl has been found. Do you… want to meet her?”

Cheng Lu stammered nervously.

“Arrange it first.”

Zhou Jin’an said, as if something else had come to mind, “What about the hit-and-run driver? Not found yet?”

Cheng Lu hurriedly replied, “Still searching.”

Zhou Jin’an didn’t ask further, leaning back in his seat, his gaze profound as he just watched the streetlamps flash by outside the window.

A few minutes later, he dialed Chen Yin’s number.

“Contact the best neurosurgeon in Rong City.”

Chen Yin, not understanding the situation, asked with surprise, “Director Zhou, what’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing’s wrong with me; it’s for someone else who needs it.”

Zhou Jin’an replied with rare patience.

Chen Yin took the order and hurried to take care of it.

The Zhou family’s old house.

After Qiao En left with Zhou Jin’an, An Kexin returned, crying her eyes out.

“Aunt Zhou, please tell me, is the woman Jin’an wants to marry Secretary Qiao? If it really is her, I’m willing to let go and bless them.”

Mrs. Zhou’s heart was in turmoil; three years ago, when she arranged for Qiao En to be near Zhou Jin’an, she hadn’t anticipated this much trouble three years later.

Qiao En was just a pawn and could never become Zhou Jin’an’s wife.

She grasped An Kexin’s small hand, comforting her gently,

“Kexin, how could Jin’an be interested in that kind of woman? Rest assured, Aunt Zhou gives you her word, Jin’an will definitely marry you. You are his only wife.”