TFSRITA Chapter 139

And they found that listening to the recorded voice of Yan Qing didn’t work, either. Later, on her way over, Yan Qing made a phone call, but there was still no reaction.

Yan Qing sighed in resignation, then looked down and saw the young man holding her hand and resting against her shoulder.

His slightly long hair hadn’t been trimmed in a while, partly obscuring his brows and eyes. She could only see his handsome nose bridge and obedient lips. His breathing was light, his cheeks flushed with a hint of color, with no sign of aging, and when his eyes opened, they were clear and deep, one could easily mistake him for a teenager.

Yan Qing looked at him and suddenly thought that being needed didn’t seem so bad after all.

The car came to a stop.

Zhou Huaiya got out from the other side, motioning for Chu Yang to help Chu Zhao down.

But as soon as Yan Qing moved, Chu Zhao immediately woke up, alert and defensive, staring warily at the person in front of him.

Chu Yang chuckled bitterly, feeling as if years of effort had gone to waste.

Yan Qing gently stroked his head, instantly softening Chu Zhao, who looked at him with confusion.

“We’re going home,” Yan Qing said.

“Okay,” Chu Zhao loosened his grip, allowing Yan Qing to get up. Only then did Chu Yang lift him out and place him in the wheelchair. During the process, Chu Zhao didn’t do anything, nor did he deliberately watch Yan Qing.

Qin Zhen drove back in another car, arriving at the Chu household at almost the same time to return Chu Zhao to his room.

Chu Zhao, fully awake now, didn’t attempt to take Yan Qing with him.

The effects of the medication were still present; not long after, Qin Zhen came out to say Chu Zhao had fallen asleep.

Everyone relaxed a little, but Zhou Heng and Zhou Huaiya’s brows remained tightly knit.

The next day, Yan Qing’s family matters were resolved. Given the history of domestic violence against Yan Qing, her self-defense instincts still showed, though the injuries were only superficial and not severe. Yan Qing paid two thousand yuan to settle the matter.

Yan Xianhong wanted to stir things up further, even asking for more money, but with the help of the Chu family’s lawyer and police presence, he had no grounds to demand more.

Yan Xianhong, reluctantly forced to settle, glared at Yan Qing with a look of resentment and frustration. The sight was chilling.

Chu Yang stepped in to support Yan Qing and, seeing Yan Xianhong’s gaze, quickly stood in front of her, his voice icy as he said, “If you cause any more trouble for Yan Qing, we’ll file harassment charges.”

Yan Xianhong’s pupils dilated slightly, his smile forced. “Even with your new support system, you still need to take care of your grandparents, right?”

Yan Qing sneered. “Do you think I’m that naive? The law won’t make me support you as long as you’re alive, and besides… I have no money!”

Before Yan Xianhong could mention the million, Yan Qing interrupted. “I’ll buy a house tomorrow and spend it all. When you come begging, I’ll be broke!”

Yan Xianhong’s face twisted with anger and regret. “I shouldn’t have taken you to the Chu household in the first place! You’re an ungrateful wretch!”

“Who’s the wretch here?” Yan Qing shot back. “You took all of Dad’s wealth and abused me! It was your idea to sell me, wasn’t it? You gave me the perfect opportunity to bring you down!”

Yan Qing couldn’t hold back the curse words, and after her tirade, she walked away without looking back.

Some people are truly beyond comprehension.

After she turned, Yan Xianhong was still leaning on Nie Cuihua, whining, “This was supposed to be mine. He’s my brother; he got into college thanks to me! It’s all because of me, cough, cough…”

Yan Xianhong’s parents were also angry but could only support their son in silence.

Yan Qing felt nothing towards them anymore; there was no point in saying more.

Yan Min wasn’t around. Yan Xianhong, feeling slightly better after the outburst, scanned the area and asked, “Where’s Minzi?”

Grandma Yan shook her head, confused. “I don’t know. This morning, she said she had some business and didn’t come with us.”

For some reason, after being provoked by Yan Qing, Yan Xianhong felt uneasy about Yan Min not being there.

He furrowed his brows. “Let’s head back first. She has the Chu family’s support; we’re not in a good position.”

“Okay,” everyone agreed.

Yan Xianhong took his people back. The mansion was still the same, but seeing the luxurious gate, he almost couldn’t stand up. The mansion was about to be sold!

The Chu family didn’t hold back and swiftly suppressed Yan Xianhong, pushing him into bankruptcy far beyond his expectations. Originally planning to make another quick buck, his company’s financial holes couldn’t be filled, forcing him to sell the house just to make ends meet.

As he opened the door, Yan Xianhong heard two children crying inside.

When they saw him return, they immediately ran over. “Dad, Mom, you’re finally back! Auntie took everything from the house! Waaaa…”

“What!” Nie Cuihua’s anger erupted, pushing her son aside as she rushed upstairs.

Seeing her open the door to her room, the scene inside was a mess—like it had been ransacked.

“Ah! My God! This damn thief took all my stuff… Call the police! Quick!” Nie Cuihua screamed.

Yan Xianhong’s head throbbed painfully, struggling to stand as he stumbled upstairs to see the room in disarray.

He staggered to the window, where the safe used to be. Inside were two gold bricks, gone after eight years of saving!

“Call the police!” Yan Xianhong roared, coughing up blood in agony.

“Dad!” The two children, trailing behind, were in shock.

Yan Xianhong fell to the ground.