Plunder-Chapter 45 - Push Her Down to Hell

Chapter 45: Chapter 45 Push Her Down to Hell

Chapter 45 -45 Push Her Down to Hell

Qiao En’s head was a mess, and she didn’t have time to think too much, so she could only first comfort Qiao En’s mother.

“Mom, don’t cry, let’s get Dad to the hospital first, Ah De is fine, it’s just a very minor surgery.”

She forcefully suppressed the surging anger and sorrow in her heart, but tears still welled up.

“En, as soon as you’re done with your work, hurry over, when you’re not here, Mom feels uneasy.”

“Okay.”

Qiao En hung up the phone. She leaned back in the chair with her eyes closed and her lips firmly pressed together.

Qiao De had clearly already turned from danger to safety, yet suddenly something had gone wrong at this juncture.

Someone “kindly” told Qiao En’s father and mother, and when her family needed her most, that Nie guy bit into Qiao En again.

Everything was happening too coincidentally, so coincidentally that Qiao En couldn’t help but be suspicious.

It was as if she had been cursed with bad luck, having her identity exposed by Mrs. Zhou the night before, and the next day she was pushed into hell.

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Who was so eager to send her to hell?

The policeman beside her gave her a complicated look, wanting to say something but ultimately staying silent.

Qiao En’s gaze was fixed intently on a certain spot.

In times of crisis, one must maintain calm, this was what Zhou Jin’an had told her.

At this moment, the only thing she needed to do was to let her boiling blood cool down.

Upon arriving at the police station, she was quickly taken to the interrogation room.

Two more policemen came in, ready to take Qiao En’s statement.

“Do you recognize this contract?”

One of the policemen showed a piece of evidence encased in a plastic bag, signalling Qiao En to look at it.

She glanced at it and shook her head, “I’ve never seen it.”

“How about this?”

The other man shone a round seal, also encased in a plastic bag.

Qiao En dully shook her head again.

“This contract, we checked the shipping address, was sent from Chengnan Apartment where you live. This seal, was found in your handbag. Qiao En, please, tell the truth!”

The other policeman’s tone rose slightly, his expression stern and authoritative.

Qiao En leaned back in her chair, her eyes cold as water.

“I truly had no knowledge.”

A groundless accusation, she was unable to prove her innocence, all she could do was stay silent.

That evening, Qiao En was put in the detention room.

Her heart was in a hurry; she really wanted to know how Qiao De and her father were doing now, but her cell phone had been taken away, and she couldn’t make a call.

That night, she didn’t sleep, sitting with her knees hugged until daylight.

Who exactly was the person who wanted to push her into hell?

Was it An Kexin?

Of course, she was a suspect. The previous night she had been so out of character, it made sense for her to stir up this mess.

Of course, it could also be Mrs. Zhou. Qiao En was once her pawn, whom she thought she could control at will, but on the matter of Zhou Jin’an, it was evident that Mrs. Zhou had some animosity toward her.

And what role did that Nie person play? Was he seeking revenge? Or was he just a tool being used by someone else? And who wanted to use him?

Qiao En thought and thought, but the tangled mess in her head remained unsolved.

No one came to take her statement again, and she was kept locked up there.

By the second day, Qiao En started to feel that something was not quite right.

Waiting passively was not her style.

Adapting swiftly was.

“I need to make a phone call to my lawyer.”

Qiao En made her request.

“You have a lawyer?” The person looked at her in surprise.

Qiao En nodded, “You brought me back here in order to solve the problem, didn’t you? It’s almost been forty-eight hours, continuing to keep me here is not to your advantage.”

Her attitude was very mild, neither humble nor arrogant.

She gave the number, and the other person made the call for her.

Naturally, Qiao En didn’t have a lawyer, but Zhou Jin’an did.

She was too ashamed to ask Zhou Jin’an for help, but calling his lawyer was another matter.

Circumventing the problem was something Qiao En was adept at.

About half an hour later, Lawyer Wu arrived.

Qiao En saw him in the interrogation room and bowed slightly to him, “Lawyer Wu, I appreciate your effort.”

When she was Director Zhou’s secretary, she often dealt with Lawyer Wu, and the two had some professional acquaintances, although strictly limited to work.

“Secretary Qiao, you’re too kind. This matter isn’t a big deal, I can handle it for you. As for Director Zhou…”

He probed with a question.

Qiao En shook his head, “This is a personal debt of gratitude I owe you.”

She didn’t make her words absolute.

As Lawyer Zhu worked for Zhou Jin’an, even if she cautioned him against telling Zhou, there was no guarantee that Lawyer Zhu would keep it a secret.

Soon, Lawyer Zhu quickly processed Qiao En’s provisional release.

Having gained her freedom, she first expressed her thanks, “Lawyer Zhu, thank you. I have an emergency and must leave immediately.”

Qiao En hurried away, heading straight for the hospital.

She went to Qiao De’s ward first, where he lay thin and long on the narrow hospital bed.

Seeing Qiao En rush in, he turned his head, split his lips, and strained to squeeze out a smile for her.

“Sis, why did it take you so long to come?”

Qiao En moved closer, tears welling up in her eyes, but she held them back.

“Ah De, you scared me to death.”

Qiao De slowly raised his hand, grabbed Qiao En’s arm, and shook it, “Sis, I’m alright, I’m truly alright.”

Though he spoke, he was still weak, his face swollen, and his big eyes reduced to mere slits.

“It’s good if you’re alright.”

Qiao En fought to suppress her sobs.

Just then, a caretaker walked in, heading straight for Qiao De, reaching to lift the leg of his pants.

Qiao En looked over with suspicion.

Qiao De explained, “Sis, Doctor Ding said that if I lay here too long, my leg muscles will atrophy, so he got a caretaker to massage them for me.”

The caretaker glanced at Qiao En and massaged Qiao De’s calves with skilled hands.

“Thank you.”

Speaking in an authentic Sichuanese accent, the caretaker replied, “Why thank me? You paid for it after all, me exerting some effort is only right.”

It was then that Ding Hao appeared.

“Wow, a rare visitor!”

He revealed his mischievous smile as his gaze swept over Qiao En.

“Playing hide and seek these past few days? Not answering calls, not replying to texts, what’s the matter, planning to abandon everything?”

He teased Qiao En while performing a routine check on Qiao De.

“Caught up in something.”

Qiao En said coldly and indifferently.

“Your sister was about to flee. You better keep a close eye on her,” Ding Hao teased Qiao De as well.

Qiao De’s mouth curved upward, pride on his face, “My sister is not that kind of person.”

“Doctor Ding, come out for a moment.”

Not waiting for Ding Hao to finish checking on Qiao De, Qiao En grabbed his sleeve and dragged him out of the ward.

“Hey, keep your hands off, propriety demands distance between men and women. Be careful, or I might not ever let you go!”

Ding Hao chuckled mischievously, deliberately making a fuss.

In the hallway, Qiao En cornered Ding Hao against a wall.

She was slight of build, but her presence was commanding.

Propping one arm against the wall, she forced Ding Hao to stand with his back against it.

“How did you get my family’s phone number?”

Qiao En fixed her gaze firmly on Ding Hao.

He knew Zhou Jin’an, but they didn’t seem to get along well, so the chances of Ding Hao approaching Zhou were slim.

Moreover, Zhou Jin’an didn’t have her family’s phone number.

“All this for that?”

Ding Hao shrugged, rolling his eyes at her.

“Treated like Lu Dongbin—ungrateful for good intentions!”

Qiao En moved in even closer, her chest almost touching his abdomen.

“Spill it!”

Qiao En ordered.

Ding Hao laughed with a snort, always having thought of Qiao En as a gentle lamb, yet she also had the air of a fierce wolf.

“Alright, I’ll confess.”

Raising his hands, he laughed, adopting a posture of surrender.

But just as he was about to speak, his eyes shifted past Qiao En’s shoulder.