Plunder-Chapter 54 - Ill Pay Her Debts
Chapter 54: Chapter 54: I’ll Pay Her Debts
Chapter 54 -54: I’ll Pay Her Debts
When the woman saw people approaching, she shouted with confidence.
“It’s him, he’s the one who hit me! I want to file a complaint, I want to call the police!”
But then, the unexpected happened.
The security guards acted as if they hadn’t heard her, swarming towards her.
Someone grabbed her arm, another held onto her leg, and yet another took the chance to cover her mouth…
Ding Hao’s face, charming and aloof, was covered with a frosty layer. His narrow, hawk-like eyes squinted into a cold gleam.
“You’re sick, and you need treatment!”
He pulled out a syringe from his pocket and slowly walked towards the woman.
He was still wearing that crisp, handsome lab coat, but it bore a sense of murderous intent.
Qiu Zeming’s wife struggled, whimpering from behind the hand that muffled her.
She looked at Ding Hao full of terror, but she couldn’t break free from the strong hands that held her.
As arrogant as she had been earlier, she was now equally panicked.
Ding Hao didn’t look at her and instead focused on the needle.
He moved slowly, pushing the plunger to administer the medication bit by bit.
Then, he approached the woman with a wicked, icy smile at the corner of his mouth.
“Roll up her sleeve.”
Upon Ding Hao’s order, someone immediately did so.
The woman trembled violently, her arms pulled back incessantly as hands grasped her wrist.
Ding Hao pressed her down, his fingers burning hot, but his voice was chillingly cold.
“If you move and something goes wrong, I won’t be responsible.”
The woman didn’t dare to move, though she couldn’t stop shivering.
Ding Hao’s needle glided across her arm without rushing to inject her.
The woman shook like a sieve, her face pale as paper, terrified to the point of wetting herself.
“Such a coward? Weren’t you acting all tough just before?”
Ding Hao’s tone was mocking as he stood up, his eyes uncertainly dark and light changing.
After a long while, he feigned disappointment, sighed, and sprayed the liquid from the syringe towards the ceiling.
“Remember, this is my territory. If I see you here again, do you know what will happen?”
Ding Hao leaned close, barking at the woman fiercely.
The security guards all let go of her.
But the woman seemed as if all her strength had been drained, unable to speak or react.
“Thank you, Doctor Ding.”
She scrambled toward the staircase.
Qiao En had already tidied her hair, leaning against the door frame as she thanked Ding Hao.
Despite the ordeal, her delicate face remained undisturbed.
Ding Hao paused, taken aback.
Suddenly, he thought that Qiao En was quite pretty.
Bright eyes, white teeth, a desiring, delicate beauty.
So, he couldn’t help but squint his eyes and look at her a few more times.
“How will you thank me?”
A roguish smile played at the corner of his mouth.
He moved between wickedness and righteousness with ease, hands in his pockets, like a reckless heir to a fortune.
“Keep it in mind, thank me another day.”
Qiao En was neither humble nor pushy. She did not lower her stance just because Ding Hao had helped her out.
She had her own principles and persistence, different from the girls Ding Hao knew.
“Fine, but I get to decide how you thank me.”
After Qiu Zeming’s wife caused such a scene and left, Qiao En still faced a huge mess.
“Enya, tell me the truth. What exactly is going on between you and that woman’s husband?”
As soon as Ding Hao left, Qiao En’s mother grabbed her hand and started pressing for answers.
“Mom, I only have a work relationship with her husband. He violated me first, and my hurting him was self-defense.”
Qiao En didn’t mention she had left Nanchen or that she was working in public relations now.
But what she said was the truth.
Qiao En’s father’s eyes were red as he struck the bed with his hand.
His voice was hoarse and unclear, Qiao En couldn’t make out his words, but she knew, her father didn’t believe her.
He had been a devoted teacher his entire life, educating many, proud of his students everywhere, yet his daughter was scorned like a street rat; he was distressed and couldn’t accept it at once.
Qiao En’s mother quickly grabbed her husband’s hand; she had just stopped crying, but now her tears started falling again.
“Dad, don’t be angry. Our En is not that kind of person. It must be those people deliberately framing her.”
“En, please explain to your dad quickly. His heart isn’t good, and he can’t withstand any more shocks.”
Qiao En was a filial daughter, and the day’s events involving her elderly parents made her extremely guilty.
“Dad, I have always remembered your teachings; I haven’t done anything shameful.”
Qiao En’s words resounded with firmness.
A tear slipped from the corner of Qiao Father’s eyes; his mouth trembled, and the hand held by Qiao Mother clenched into a fist.
Qiao En walked over and placed her hand on Qiao Father’s fist.
The hands of the family were tightly clasped together.
…
That morning, Zhou Jin’an did not go to the office for work.
The Maybach was arrogantly parked downstairs at An Corporation.
Yet he appeared outside An Jinhua’s office.
“Director Zhou, President An is in a meeting. Please come with me to the lounge and wait for a moment,”
Assisted by Yao Jian, An Jinhua made a “please” gesture to Zhou Jin’an, indicating for him to go to the lounge.
Zhou Jin’an, without a sideward glance, wore a face cold and sour.
He ignored him and headed towards the conference room.
When Yao Jian realized his intention, he immediately tried to stop him, but Cheng Lu stepped forward and grabbed his arm.
“Assistant Yao, it happens that I have something to ask for your advice.”
He held onto Yao Jian’s arm, preventing him from leaving.
Zhou Jin’an strode forward and kicked open the conference room door.
Executives were seated around the table.
Everyone was startled, their gazes turned in surprise towards Zhou Jin’an.
Seated at the head, An Jinhua also saw him, and he could tell that he came with unfriendly intentions.
“What wind has blown Director Zhou over?”
An Jinhua got up, feigning both shock and joy, and spread his arms as he approached Zhou Jin’an.
“Let’s go to my office and have some tea. I just got a fresh batch of fine Pu’er tea yesterday, and I’ve been thinking of arranging a time to enjoy it with you. You came today; we really do think alike!”
An Jinhua’s warmth was excessive, his hypocrisy oozing from his words.
He reached out and clutched Zhou Jin’an’s shoulder, as if wanting everyone to see the close relationship he had with Zhou Jin’an.
However, Zhou Jin’an did not give him face.
He brushed away An Jinhua’s dirty hand and flicked his sleeve where An Jinhua had touched.
“Let’s talk here.”
Zhou Jin’an’s face was ashen.
An Jinhua knew very well why Zhou Jin’an was here.
He knew what he had done; he just didn’t know which account Zhou Jin’an wanted to settle?
“Let’s end today’s meeting here; everyone, please leave.”
An Jinhua waved at the executives seated around the conference table, and they filed out, leaving the room quickly empty.
An Jinhua walked towards the chair at the head of the table, the smile on his face completely gone.
“What does Director Zhou want to talk about?”
He sat down, shooting a defiant look at Zhou Jin’an.
“How much money does Qiao En owe you?”
Zhou Jin’an asked coldly.
An Jinhua leaned back in his chair, his deep, cold eyes tightening gradually.
Zhou Jin’an was here to settle Qiao En’s account, but, indeed, that was not an easy account to settle.
He slowly stretched out a finger, “One million.”
Zhou Jin’an took out a cheque from his pocket, swiftly signed it, threw it on the table, and pushed it towards An Jinhua.
“Here is two million. I’ll pay off her debt for her. From now on, she has no more ties with An Corporation.”
She was unwilling to leave voluntarily; he could only resort to drastic measures.
Paying off her debt to keep her forever confined by his side was the only way he could think of to protect Qiao En.
Nie Daojun was just one of An Jinhua’s “cold arrows.”
Direct arrows are easy to block, hidden ones difficult to defend against.
He must have prepared many more “arrows” for Qiao En.
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To hurt her was to hurt him.
Zhou Jin’an absolutely would not allow anyone to use Qiao En as a target.
An Jinhua picked up the cheque, his eyes scanning the numbers and a smirk flickered across his face before he pushed the cheque back towards Zhou Jin’an.
“Not enough.”
