Plunder

Chapter 192: Chapter 192: If My Heart Does Not Waver, What Can the Wind Do to Me?

When the internet was in an uproar, Qiao En chose to stay out of it.

If the heart does not waver, how can the wind affect me? 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

She left the house alone and went to the Ding Family’s graveyard again.

There was a tomb there that belonged to her.

This time, she did not bring chrysanthemums and went up the steps empty-handed.

The tomb, weathered by wind and rain, gradually took on a look of antiquity.

It sat there lonely, forgotten by everyone, with no one to look after it.

Standing in front of the tomb, Qiao En felt an exceptional calmness in her heart.

The person who had died was not her, but it seemed like her.

It was the once timid her.

"Seeing your own tomb, isn’t it ironic?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

Qiao En turned around to see Ding Hao walking toward her.

He reeked of alcohol, with a mischievous smile on his lips and a look of resentment in his eyes.

"Perhaps."

Qiao En responded indifferently.

Ding Hao walked closer and plopped down in front of the tombstone.

He pointed at Qiao En, "How good would it be if you were dead? You could live in my heart forever. Qiao En, I have never loved anyone as I have loved you, so why must you leave? Do I disgust you that much?"

"Mr. Ding, let the past be the past. You will meet someone better."

"Not anymore."

Ding Hao gave a bitter smile and shook his head.

Dwelling on the past was a punishment to himself.

Qiao En did not take another glance at Ding Hao, turned around, and walked away into the distance.

"An Kexin won’t let go. She will do anything to get Jin’an. Qiao En, you and Zhou Jin’an have no future."

Qiao En’s back stiffened momentarily.

The wind whistled in her ears, yet it could not disturb her peace of mind.

"Whether there’s a future, that’s for me to decide."

She walked forward with firm steps.

Ding Hao squinted his eyes and stared at Qiao En’s retreating figure, realizing at that moment that he had completely lost her.

Hospital ward.

Zhou Jin’an personally oversaw all the work.

Qiao En pushed the door and entered; he looked up in surprise.

"En’en, what brings you here?"

Qiao En lifted up the garlic pigeon in her hand, "Why can’t I come?"

"It’s wonderful you could come!"

A smile finally appeared on Zhou Jin’an’s tense face.

Qiao En pulled up a chair beside his bed and handed the garlic pigeon in the meal box to him.

"Try it, does it still taste the same? I just went and queued up for it, it’s still hot."

Even as a great crisis loomed, she maintained her serenity and poise, which heartened Zhou Jin’an.

He took a bite of the pigeon, its delicious flavor filling his mouth.

"It’s delicious, even tastier than before."

"If it’s delicious, eat more."

Qiao En smiled and picked up a napkin to wipe the oil from the corners of Zhou Jin’an’s lips.

"Did you see the live broadcast?"

Zhou Jin’an ultimately broke the peaceful quietude.

Qiao En nodded, "I saw it."

She had seen it, yet she displayed no emotions.

This abnormality was heart-wrenching.

Zhou Jin’an grasped Qiao En’s small hand tightly in his.

"I’ve had someone take care of it; all the live broadcast rooms will be shut down soon."

"No need."

Qiao En looked up, speaking calmly.

"Why?"

"Rumors stop with the wise, has Director Zhou forgotten?"

Qiao En smiled cunningly.

At that moment, Zhou Jin’an felt that the familiar Qiao En had returned.

He was delighted and even more moved.

He reached out and pulled Qiao En into his embrace, "Thank you, En’en."

"Don’t thank me again, we are husband and wife, we have to stand united, unless, are you regretting it?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jin’an shook his head like a bobblehead.

"No regrets, no regrets."

Zhou Jin’an held Qiao En’s face, kissing her repeatedly.

At Qiao En’s insistence, Zhou Jin’an revoked the shutdown of the live broadcast rooms.

Some things are indeed unusual; when the live broadcast rooms faced the threat of closure, their traffic only increased.

Now, with all obstructions removed, the live broadcasts’ popularity considerably diminished.

Qiao En entered the live streaming room using a secondary account.

An Kexin really knew how to act, she passionately narrated for nearly two hours, fabricating a beautiful love story.

Qiao En listened with great interest.

However, Zhou Jin’an couldn’t listen at all.

"Darling, turn it off,"

Zhou Jin’an wanted to close the live stream, but Qiao En refused.

"Let’s listen, she tells it so well, I’m almost moved to tears,"

She seemed to forget that she herself was the protagonist of the incident.

Zhou Jin’an tapped gently on Qiao En’s forehead, "You really are carefree, aren’t you afraid that she will steal your husband?"

"She can’t steal him away,"

Qiao En steadfastly declared.

Zhou Jin’an secretly rejoiced, he wrapped his arms around Qiao En from behind, resting his head in the nape of her neck.

"I’m not leaving, no one can steal me away, I want to be with my En’en forever, grow old together, life after life,"

Mushy love talk came naturally to Zhou Jin’an now.

"Director Zhou, you’re so slick!"

Qiao En stuck her tongue out at him.

The two immediately started playing around.

Suddenly, Zhou Jin’an’s phone rang.

"Director Zhou, something bad has happened, Miss An has come to the hospital,"

Cheng Lu had been closely watching the live stream and immediately called Zhou Jin’an when she got the news.

"Let her come,"

Zhou Jin’an coldly said just three words.

Then, he turned his gaze towards Qiao En, "Scared?"

She shook her head, "Not scared."

Minutes later, An Kexin led a crowd of internet celebrities into Zhou Jin’an’s hospital room.

The door to the room swung open, and she spotted Qiao En at first glance.

Pretending to be shocked, she exclaimed, "You... who are you? How come you look exactly like me?"

She wanted to take control of the situation first.

In Zhou Jin’an’s room, there were now two identical women, instantly causing a huge stir in the live stream.

"Miss An, you’ve forgotten me so soon?"

Qiao En remained calm and composed, unflustered in the face of danger.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I am Qiao En, who are you?"

An Kexin was engrossed in her role, playing it with utter conviction.

Qiao En watched her intently, smiling, "How can you prove you are me?"

Just like that day, An Kexin pulled out a household registration book, identity card, and even a marriage certificate.

She displayed all these documents one by one in the live stream.

Then, she looked provocatively at Qiao En.

Battles between women, no matter the form, always drew eye-catching attention.

"It’s blown up, blown up."

The number of viewers in the live stream skyrocketed.

Bloggers cried out one after another in amazement.

Zhou Jin’an remained silent the whole time; he was waiting for a critical moment, a moment to deal a fatal blow to An Kexin.

"Mr. Zhou, is this your wife?"

Qiao En turned to look at Zhou Jin’an and asked seriously.

Zhou Jin’an, the CEO of Nanchen, was a hot commodity in Rong City and a darling of the media.

The internet’s top influencers immediately turned their cameras towards Zhou Jin’an.

Zhou Jin’an leaned against the headboard, his complexion looked rather poor, his sharp eyes shot towards An Kexin.

"No,"

An Kexin immediately burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Husband, we’re married, how can you joke about this?"

"Married?" Zhou Jin’an retorted with a smirk.

An Kexin again pulled out the marriage certificate, opened it, and displayed it in front of everyone.

"Look, isn’t this the marriage certificate we went to pick up? Could it be fake?"

As people gasped in surprise, Qiao En remained as calm as still water.

She sat there, sipping water from a cup, detachedly watching the drama unfold.

"Whether it’s fake or not, we’ll know after verifying it,"

At a signal from Zhou Jin’an, someone immediately rushed over and snatched the marriage certificate from An Kexin’s hand.

"What are you doing grabbing my stuff? Give it back to me."

An Kexin panicked.

But everything was too late, only to hear someone say, "Miss An, your certificate is fake."

The person flashed the search results on their phone.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible," An Kexin’s head shook like a rattle drum.

Suddenly, she pointed at Qiao En, seemingly insane.

"It’s you, you plotted against me."