0p0 Chapter 258: Things have come to this point, who can help me?
Chapter 258: Things have come to this point, who can help me?
Su Wanqing stared at Qiao Jingyu, as if she was under a spell, and she could not move. She looked at the justice and determination contained in Qiao Jingyu's bright eyes, and for a moment she was a little dazed, as if she saw her former self through the person in front of her. Time flies, and the hardships in life have long worn her down to the point that she has lost her former edges and corners, so that she almost forgot that she was once so high-spirited and full of ambition.
At this moment, Qiao Jingyu held Su Wanqing's hands tightly, and the warmth from her palms continued to spread to Su Wanqing's heart, like the warm sunshine in spring, gradually dispelling the fear that had been hidden in her heart for a long time. Finally, Su Wanqing nodded vigorously as if she had made a major decision, and said solemnly: "Okay!"
Time passed quietly, and about half an hour later, Su Ziyao also came back. At this time, Qiao Jingyu and Su Wanqing had finished their conversation. Qiao Jingyu slowly stood up and said goodbye to the two with a smile: "Sorry, I still have some things to deal with here, so I won't disturb you. You guys go ahead and do your work."
Seeing this, Su Wanqing quickly stood up and tried to persuade Qiao Jingyu to stay a little longer. She said enthusiastically, "Don't leave so quickly. Stay and have dinner together!"
However, Qiao Jingyu shook her head gently, still maintaining a gentle smile and responded: "Auntie, I know, some things really can't be delayed, and we must hurry up and deal with them as soon as possible. But it doesn't matter, there will definitely be opportunities to come and taste the delicious food you made in the future." Hearing this, Su Wanqing nodded in understanding and responded, "Okay." Then she turned to look at Su Ziyao on the side and ordered: "Ziyao, then go and see Jingyu off."
"Yeah." Su Ziyao agreed briefly, and then walked out the door with Qiao Jingyu...
In that narrow and quiet alley, two people walked slowly side by side. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the old walls on both sides, forming patches of mottled light and shadow.
"I never thought there would be such a coincidence in the world. Aunt Su is actually your aunt!" Qiao Jingyu said in surprise.
Su Ziyao at the side also responded with a smile: "Yes, this is indeed a coincidence! This time it is really thanks to you for saving my aunt. If you hadn't helped, the consequences would be disastrous. My aunt has suffered a lot in her life and has a bad fate. Our whole family will remember your life-saving grace and will never forget it."
Qiao Jingyu gently waved her hand and replied with a smile: "Oh, don't make it sound so serious. In that situation, anyone would have taken action without hesitation. How could I just stand by and watch someone die!"
Su Ziyao looked at Qiao Jingyu with a serious and sincere face, and said solemnly: "No matter what, if you need my help with anything in the future, just ask, I will do my best and will never refuse."
Hearing this, Qiao Jingyu couldn't help but feel warm in her heart and smiled: "Then I would like to thank you in advance!"
After parting with Su Ziyao, Qiao Jingyu went straight to Qin An's house without stopping. When she arrived at the door, she pressed the doorbell gently, but after waiting for a long time, there was no movement from inside the door. So she pressed the doorbell several times in succession, but still got no response. Qiao Jingyu couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that Qin An was not at home at this time?
When Qiao Jingyu was full of doubts, she suddenly heard a noisy voice coming from not far away.
She looked in the direction of the voice and saw several women gathered together, complaining non-stop: "These media are so troublesome, there's no end to it!"
One of the women agreed, "That's right. They come knocking on the door all day long, disturbing everyone. I feel upset just by watching them."
Another one continued, "If this continues, I'm afraid their family will be driven crazy!"
Qiao Jingyu listened to their conversation with her ears attentively, and her heart was moved. She immediately turned her eyes to the direction where the women left. At this moment, she suddenly realized that it was because of these omnipresent media that Qin An was so scared that he didn't even dare to open the door. After all, such a major event happened. Who doesn't want to grab exclusive news and get first-hand information? Thinking of this, Qiao Jingyu pondered secretly, and estimated that if she called Qin An directly at this moment, he would probably not answer the call.
After thinking for a while, Qiao Jingyu suddenly had an idea, took out her phone and quickly edited a text message and sent it out. The content of the text message was as follows: "Hello, Mr. Qin, I am Qiao Jingyu, do you remember? Last time we talked in the cafe opposite the film studio construction site, but you seemed a little unhappy at the time and left angrily in the middle of the conversation. But please believe me, for the current predicament you are facing, I have come up with a solution that can help you get through this difficult time. So I hope you can open the door and let me in to talk to you in person."
At this time, Qin An must be like a frightened bird and would not easily believe what anyone said, so Qiao Jingyu deliberately explained it very clearly and repeatedly confirmed that there was no problem before sending it.
In the dim room, Qin An sat quietly on the cold ground like a sculpture. He held a half-drunk can of beer in his hand, and around him were countless empty beer cans, lying in a mess. The whole room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol and a suffocating, dull atmosphere.
Qin An exuded a deep sense of decadence at this moment. His eyes, which were once bright and lively, were now sunken, and dark circles were like two shadows covering them. The stubble on his face was growing in a disorderly manner, making him look even more haggard. His expression was extremely bleak, and his eyes were completely devoid of luster, as if his entire soul had quietly left, leaving only an empty shell.
At this moment, Qin An's wife, Sun Xuehong, gently pushed open the door and walked in. Her eyes first fell on the beer cans on the floor, and then quickly moved to her husband's depressed figure. She slowly walked in front of Qin An, then squatted down and said softly: "Qin An, don't torture yourself like this anymore, stop drinking, someone sent you a message." However, Qin An seemed to have not heard his wife's words at all, and still raised his head and drank a sip of wine. His originally handsome face was expressionless at this time, like a pale mask.
Seeing this, Sun Xuehong felt a pang of pain in her heart, but she still held back her tears and spoke again: "It was sent by a person named Qiao Jingyu. She said...she said she could help you get through this difficult time." At this point, Sun Xuehong paused for a moment to observe Qin An's reaction. But Qin An remained motionless like a stone statue, ignoring what his wife said.
Qin An then turned his head slightly, glanced at Sun Xuehong, and sneered, "Now that things have developed to this point, who can help me? Unless Liu Zhenqiang helps me clarify it himself, but he deliberately wants to frame me, how can he help me clarify it?"
Sun Xuehong was startled by what Qin An said, and her eyes were filled with despair. After a moment's pause, she said, "I just took a look through the peephole. It was a young girl in her twenties. She didn't look like a reporter and she probably had no ill intentions. Do you want to meet her?"
"No." Qin An said and took another sip of wine.