Plunder-Chapter 160 He’s a Loser
"Yayun, why did you call 110?"
Qiao En had just dialed the number when her mother was shocked.
She wanted to snatch Qiao En’s phone, but it was already too late.
"You think I’ll leave if the police come? I’ll tell you, if you don’t make Zhou Jin’an arrange a job for me, I won’t leave even if it kills me. He loved my sister, you were just her stand-in. After all, your being favored by Zhou Jin’an is all thanks to my sister. Moreover, he has been with my sister for three years; it’s only right that he compensates our family."
Qiao De shouted shamelessly.
Qiao En stood calmly at the doorway, her heart chilling to the extreme as she looked at the Qiao family mother and son.
Were these the relatives she had strived to protect with no regard for herself?
What was the difference between them and vampires?
"Hasn’t Zhou Jin’an compensated you enough? The dead can’t speak, but the living dare to speak up, Qiao De, is this your capability?"
Qiao En glared furiously at Qiao De.
If the Qiao family had raised her, and she owed them this favor and needed to repay it, she accepted that.
But why should they treat Zhou Jin’an like a cash cow?
Given Qiao De’s temperament, if he were allowed to go to Nanchen, who knows what trouble he could stir up?
Qiao En definitely would not allow that to happen.
"He consumed three years of my sister’s youth; he should compensate us, that’s what he owes the Qiao family, and he must return it."
Qiao De continued to speak without shame.
"Your sister would never want this compensation."
"You’re not my real sister, what makes you think she wouldn’t want it?"
Qiao De retorted angrily.
Qiao En’s blood also boiled.
"I am your real sister."
This sentence surged to Qiao En’s throat, but she didn’t say it out loud.
She was Qiao En, but she did not want to be Qiao En at all.
"You are also not your real sister. What makes you think she would want it? Do you think she is as greedy as you?"
The room was tense, a big fight about to erupt.
Just then, the police arrived.
"Who called the police?"
One of the officers came over and asked.
Qiao En stepped forward, "It was me."
Qiao En explained the situation, and the police tried to drive Qiao De away, but he stubbornly refused.
"I won’t leave, why should I?"
He was as stubborn as a bull, and even, when the police got close to him, he couldn’t control his emotions and threw a punch at the officer.
That punch confirmed his assault on an officer.
Consequently, everyone was taken to the police station.
Zhou Jin’an was in a meeting when he received a call from the police station.
He and Cheng Lu rushed over and quickly learned about the situation.
"Director Zhou, it’s all a misunderstanding. Ah De was just impulsive. Please, speak on his behalf, don’t let them detain Ah De."
The moment Qiao’s mother saw Zhou Jin’an, she clung to his arm, pleading incessantly.
But in Zhou Jin’an’s profound eyes, he could only see Qiao En.
She was sitting alone on a bench, arms crossed.
"Are you okay?"
He walked over and asked gently.
Qiao En nodded.
Halfway through, Cheng Lu contacted Attorney Zhu, who quickly arrived and learned about the whole situation.
Qiao En was unharmed, she could leave.
"Let’s go,"
Qiao En said, rising and walking towards the exit.
She wanted to leave, but Qiao’s mother objected.
"Yayun, your brother is still being held inside, we came together and should leave together, you can’t just ignore him."
Hearing this, Zhou Jin’an frowned slightly, surprised as he looked towards Qiao En.
Qiao En’s gaze was as calm as water, "Mrs. Qiao, that’s your son, not mine."
Qiao’s mother suddenly burst into tears, "How can you say such a thing? Ah De treats you as his sister, I treat you as my own daughter, and it happened at your home, how can you say you don’t care?"
Putting aside familial relations, Qiao En realized just how adept Qiao’s mother was at emotional manipulation.
In the past, she willingly let herself be manipulated.
Unaware that she was like Fan Shengmei.
But now, she was awake.
"Only treated as, but I am not."
Qiao En, resolute, pried Qiao’s mother’s hands off and walked swiftly towards the door.
Seeing she was unable to persuade her, Qiao’s mother grabbed Zhou Jin’an’s arm.
"Director Zhou, for En’s sake, could you please help our Ah De? He was just impulsive today, it’s my fault for not disciplining him well, if someone has to be detained, let it be me, please?"
Zhou Jin’an, looking down from above, brushed off her hand.
"Mrs. Qiao, you’ve already exhausted all the goodwill from Qiao En. Ah De is too impulsive for you to handle, let the police take care of him, it’s for the best, don’t be ungrateful."
With no one willing to help, Qiao’s mother plopped down on the ground and started to sob loudly.
The cries sounded helpless and pitiful.
"Really not going to bother with them?"
As they left the police station, Zhou Jin’an gathered Qiao En’s arm and asked.
Qiao En took a deep breath, calmer than ever.
"Can’t manage it."
If familial love becomes a cage, aiming to domesticate a person into a submissive animal, what use is such familial love?
If relatives only know how to take without gratitude or understanding, what difference is there between such relatives and enemies?
Once in the car, everyone was silent.
More than ever, Qiao En wanted to find her biological parents, even if they had never raised her; she still wanted to know if they were doing well in this world.
"Have they found Chen Yin?"
Qiao En couldn’t help but ask.
Despite Detective Wu using all his connections, Chen Yin had vanished like she’d evaporated from the face of the earth, leaving no trace behind.
It wasn’t just her; Yao Jian had also disappeared.
Zhou Jin’an shook his head, "Don’t worry, she will show up sooner or later."
But Qiao En couldn’t calm her heart; she instinctively felt that Chen Yin might be connected to her own origins.
Finding her might lead to finding her biological parents.
As the car passed East Main Street, Zhou Jin’an signaled Cheng Lu to stop.
"Wait for me for a bit."
He said, then pulled open the car door and quickly walked out.
In just a quarter of an hour, he came back quickly, his hands carrying a bouquet of perfumed lilies and a meal box.
Qiao En recognized the meal box, it was her favorite roast goose from Old Tan’s.
During the three years she was with Zhou Jin’an, they had been to Old Tan’s three times.
Each time was on Qiao En’s birthday.
She loved the roast goose from Old Tan’s.
Qiao En didn’t expect that Zhou Jin’an would remember one of her few fondnesses.
"Try it while it’s hot, see if it still tastes the same."
As soon as they were back in the car, Zhou Jin’an opened the food box.
The aroma was enticing, stimulating the secretion of saliva.
Qiao En picked up a piece and stuffed it into her mouth, the familiar flavors spreading between her teeth.
"Is it good?"
"Delicious."
"If it’s good, eat more; we’ll go to the store again in a few days."
Zhou Jin’an affectionately pulled out a napkin to wipe the grease from the corner of Qiao En’s mouth.
Just as the Maybach was about to start, Ding Hao suddenly appeared.
Dressed in a white casual suit and wearing large sunglasses, he walked over with steps that denied all relations.
Qiao En noticed that he was holding a tall, slim woman like a model in his arms.
"Isn’t this Director Zhou?"
Ding Hao pulled open the door, leaned half his head out with a swish, and his eyes nakedly fell on Qiao En’s face.
Clearly, he had not recognized Qiao En.
"Get out."
Zhou Jin’an commanded coldly.
With a corner of his mouth pulled into a sinister smile, Ding Hao taunted, "Yo, is this the new chick you’ve found? Zhou Jin’an, your taste has really changed a lot over these years. You used to like the petite and young Qiao En, now you’ve started liking them big and robust?"
His words were sharp and unpleasant.
Zhou Jin’an’s face darkened instantly, "A dog never spits out ivory, scram—"
With a shout, Cheng Lu had already gotten out of the car.
He quickly walked toward Ding Hao, "Mr. Ding, please leave."
Cheng Lu raised his voice.
Narrowing his eyes, Ding Hao kept his gaze on Qiao En, assessing, "Beauty, we shall meet again!"
He winked at Qiao En.
Then, hugging the woman next to him, he kissed her, "This guy is a loser."
"Are you all right?"
Zhou Jin’an looked at Qiao En worriedly.
She shook her head, "I’m fine."
The car door closed, Cheng Lu started the engine, and the car quickly blended into traffic.
The car was very quiet, no one spoke, and the scent of lilies filled the air.
Qiao En turned her head and glanced at Zhou Jin’an, his face looked terrible.
Ding Hao’s provocation had stirred his emotions.
The little scheming of men, Qiao En didn’t point it out, but she had seen through it.
"Ding Hao and I are not what you think, between us—"
However, before she could finish her sentence, Zhou Jin’an interrupted her.
He gripped Qiao En’s hand tightly, barely squeezing out a smile.
"Let the past be past, let’s look forward."
