Plunder-Chapter 175: Mr. Zhou, Want Me

Qiao’s mother didn’t want to die.

She didn’t know if it was Jin’an’s words or Jin’an himself that scared her, but her face turned pale in an instant.

"I... I can’t die, my son Ah De... Ah De is still..."

Qiao’s mother’s tears, like beads broken off a string, fell down pitter-patter.

She choked up, unable to utter a single word.

Clutching her chest, she tried hard to suppress the feeling of pain.

The door closed, leaving only Jin’an and Qiao’s mother in the room.

He walked slowly toward the window and looked out, but there was no scenery to be seen.

"You know, I have a way to keep your whole family alive."

His gaze stayed on the window, between his cold lips, hope sprang for Qiao’s mother.

He was the richest man in Rong City.

With just one word from him, the Qiao family could be put to death or allowed to live.

Although Qiao’s mother was not worldly-wise, she believed that Jin’an had that ability.

"What do I need to do for you to agree to help me and my son?"

She cried helplessly.

In the ravages of fate, she was too exhausted to face anything.

"Tell me the truth."

Jin’an turned his body, his gaze piercing as he looked at Qiao’s mother.

Her eyes filled with hope suddenly dimmed.

Qiao’s mother collapsed onto the hospital bed; her body frail as she lay there, sobbing heavily.

"I’ll give you time to think about it."

Jin’an didn’t force her, and he left the room.

What he hadn’t expected was that Qiao’s mother would take advantage of the night to escape.

When Cheng Lu told Jin’an the news, he wasn’t shocked at all.

People who are desperate often choose to flee.

"Take a trip to the detention center."

Jin’an stepped out the door.

Cheng Lu had already made contact with the local police station; when Jin’an arrived, he went straight in.

In the visitation room, Qiao De was already growing restless.

Seeing Jin’an, he seemed to grasp at a lifeline.

"Director Zhou, please save me, I admit my mistakes, let me out."

At this moment, he shed his rebelliousness, desiring to be free.

"Help me with something, and I’ll help you."

Jin’an sat with his legs crossed, speaking deliberately.

Qiao De was slightly stunned, but he didn’t hesitate.

"You say, whether it’s one thing or a hundred, I’ll help you do it."

Jin’an’s eyes narrowed, "I want to know Qiao En’s origins."

Qiao De looked puzzled at Jin’an, "My sister and I are blood siblings, what’s so strange about her origins?"

It seemed he didn’t know the fact that Qiao En wasn’t really from the Qiao Family.

"She’s not your biological sister; strictly speaking, she is a child adopted by your parents."

"Impossible."

Qiao De immediately objected.

During these days in detention, aside from feeling anxious, he had plenty of time to reminisce.

Most of those fond memories involved Qiao En.

With her, he was always the pampered child.

"Your mother has already admitted it."

Jin’an stated truthfully.

Qiao De’s head hung low, the reality too sudden for him to believe.

"What do you want me to do then?"

After a long time, he finally spoke.

"I want you to convince your mother to tell the truth, I want to find her biological parents for her."

"But, isn’t she already dead? What’s the point of doing all these?"

Qiao De couldn’t understand these matters.

"As long as I find it meaningful, I am willing to do it. Think carefully, I only give you one chance, attacking a police officer might lead to imprisonment, but I can get you freedom immediately."

Jin’an spoke and stood up.

"Director Zhou, I’ll help you."

Qiao De was adept at weighing pros and cons; he immediately responded.

"I will arrange for your mother to visit you soon."

Zhou Jin’an finished speaking and strode out again.

His appearance gave Qiao De hope.

But the previous uncooperativeness of Qiao’s mother had planted a thorn in Qiao En’s heart.

What kind of secrets were hidden in her background?

Even, she had thought about appearing before Qiao father and Qiao mother as Qiao En, she just wanted them to tell her the truth.

After leaving the detention center, Zhou Jin’an went to Chengnan Apartment.

The light in Qiao En’s room was still on; he went upstairs, knocked on the door, and then entered the room.

"Haven’t you slept yet?"

Zhou Jin’an slowly walked towards Qiao En.

At that moment, for some reason, he just wanted to hug Qiao En.

"I can’t sleep."

His broad, sturdy embrace held her tightly.

Qiao En did not push away; now, she needed a hug.

He enveloped her, preventing her from feeling adrift like aimless duckweed.

"Don’t worry, I will definitely help you find out the truth, and find your biological parents,"

This was his promise to Qiao En.

Although, promises are not worth believing.

"Mm."

The night was dense, and they held each other tightly, as if they could hold the whole world in their embrace.

"Take me."

Qiao En murmured.

The gap in her soul, at that moment, became a gap in her body, needing many things to fill it.

A hug was not enough, nor was a kiss.

"Don’t be afraid, you still have me."

Zhou Jin’an kissed Qiao En’s earlobe, his tongue gliding over every inch of her fair skin.

On that large bed, he used the most primal strength to infuse Qiao En with love and spirit.

The closeness of their bodies seemed to fill the void in their spirits.

All night long, she appeared tireless.

During the first half, Zhou Jin’an took the lead; he was gentle and warm, like the sun of spring, ironing her damp insides little by little.

In the second half, she was the lively white deer, leaping, striking, alternating between the wild and spiritual.

By the time the sky turned light, both were too exhausted to move.

Qiao En curled up in Zhou Jin’an’s arms and fell into a deep sleep.

But Zhou Jin’an couldn’t sleep at all.

His fingertips traced Qiao En’s moist hair and finally rested on the scar on her forehead.

If it is said that he was healing Qiao En, it’s better to say that Qiao En was also healing him.

"From now on, I will always protect you."

He drew her closer.

Qiao En slept until noon before she awoke, the position beside her already empty, the bedroom door slightly ajar, and the air filled with the aroma of food.

She put on her pajamas and got out of bed, then saw Zhou Jin’an’s busy and flustered figure in the kitchen.

"You’re awake?"

Discovering Qiao En standing behind him, he was holding a pot lid in one hand and a spatula in the other and asked with a smile.

"When did you learn how to cook?"

Qiao En was skeptical.

Zhou Jin’an was a typical career-oriented man, ’all thumbs’ in the kitchen, who had never been seen in the kitchen.

"While you were gone, I started trying to make the meals you had made for me; after trying several times, I seem to have slowly learned how to cook. Go freshen up, the food will be ready soon; try my cooking and see if it suits your taste?"

Somehow, a warm current surged into Qiao En’s heart again.

By the time she freshened up and returned, three dishes and a soup were already laid out on the table.

Zhou Jin’an, wearing her floral apron, was waiting for her with a smile.

"Try the tomato and egg dish I made, see how it is?"

He picked up some with his chopsticks and brought them to Qiao En’s lips.

She hesitated slightly; he was a person with a fear of germs and would never share chopsticks with anyone else.

"What, afraid it won’t taste good? Have a little faith in my culinary skills; the tomato and egg dish is my specialty,"

Zhou Jin’an confidently boasted.

Qiao En opened her mouth and tasted that bite; it was the best tomato and egg dish she had ever eaten.

Lunch was only halfway finished when Zhou Jin’an’s phone rang.

It was a call from Qiao’s mother.

"Don’t you want to know the truth? I can tell you."