Chapter 814
Return After Injury! With guidance from the boxing gym, the brothers' strength skyr
With a mischievous smile on her face, she quickly walked to the door, peeked through the peephole, and then opened the door.
Standing outside the door were two familiar faces—Fu Yichen and Situ Rui.
"Hello, sister-in-law!"
When the two saw Ai Yiqian open the door, they were first taken aback, then their faces showed knowing and ambiguous smiles, and they called out in unison.
Ai Yiqian blushed when she was called "sister-in-law" and quickly waved her hand.
"Don't shout! Come in!"
Fu Yichen and Situ Rui walked in with smiles, and immediately saw Qin Luo on the sofa, wearing only shorts, shirtless, and with an unfriendly expression.
"Hey! Brother Luo! In broad daylight... I hope I didn't disturb your good time?"
Situ Rui winked and made a teasing gesture.
Fu Yichen was more direct, looking Qin Luo up and down.
"Brother Luo, how's your back injury? We heard you were in a car accident yesterday, and we couldn't get through to you on the phone. We were so worried! That's why we rushed over to check on you!"
Qin Luo's anger subsided a bit when he saw it was the two of them, but he still said irritably.
"You won't die. How did you two end up together?"
"We were just worried about you!"
Situ Rui plopped down on the sofa next to him.
"We couldn't get through on the phone, and we thought something had happened to you. We were so scared that we rushed over! We're relieved to see you're alright!"
Fu Yichen nodded, then his eyes darted around as he spoke.
"Brother Luo, since you're free, how about we go stretch our legs? You haven't given me any pointers at that boxing gym I told you about yet! And Rui Zi, ever since that kid's physique... well, ever since he got beaten up last time, he's been training even harder, constantly talking about getting revenge. Why don't you go check on him too!"
They themselves found it unbelievable that their physique had increased by twenty points, but Qin Luo had previously vaguely mentioned that it might be some kind of "potential activation" or "accumulated strength finally bursting forth." Although they found it amazing, they reluctantly accepted it. Now, they could use this as an excuse.
"Yes, yes, yes! Brother Luo, let's go! Let's practice our boxing! I've been feeling energetic lately and I've been looking for someone to spar with!"
Situ Rui immediately echoed, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
Looking at these two clowns, Qin Luo knew that one was genuinely worried about his safety, but the other was probably planning to drag him to practice boxing for a long time.
He initially wanted to refuse, but seeing the genuine concern and expectation in their eyes, and remembering that although his back injury looked frightening, after a night of recovery and the effects of his ointment, it no longer hindered his normal activities, he decided that going out for some exercise would be good for easing his frustration.
"alright."
Qin Luo finally nodded.
"Let me change my clothes."
"okay!"
Fu Yichen and Situ Rui immediately beamed with joy.
So, Qin Luo was dragged out of his cozy little home by these two energetic guys and "trained" from the afternoon until the evening.
It was called practicing boxing, but it was more like Fu Yichen and Situ Rui using the guise of "asking for advice" and "sparring" to "torture" Qin Luo, the injured man, in various ways, under the pretense of helping him "stretch his muscles and bones" and "accelerate his recovery".
After Qin Luo finally managed to send those two troublemakers away, he dragged his somewhat tired body back to Mindu Yipin, which was already past ten o'clock at night.
The room was quiet, with only a few ambient lights on. Ai Yiqian's door was ajar, and even, soft breathing could be heard from inside.
Qin Luo tiptoed over and pushed open the door.
Ai Yiqian was lying on her side on the bed, already asleep.
She changed into a clean set of pajamas, her long hair draped over the pillow, her sleeping face serene, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyelids, and a faint smile seemingly lingering at the corners of her mouth, as if she were having a sweet dream.
It seems she had been waiting for him for too long and had fallen asleep without realizing it.
Qin Luo stood by the bed and looked at her for a while. The weariness and slight irritation in his heart were quietly soothed by a soft warmth.
Not wanting to wake her, he gently lifted a corner of the blanket, carefully lay down, and then gently and tenderly embraced her soft body from behind, burying his face in her fragrant hair.
Ai Yiqian seemed to sense something in her sleep, and unconsciously snuggled closer to him, finding a more comfortable position, her breathing remaining steady.
Qin Luo held her like that, feeling the real warmth and tranquility in his arms, and slowly closed his eyes.
At this moment, all the strife, scheming, and assassinations seemed to have temporarily faded away. Only this rare peace and warmth belonged to him.
……
The next morning, as dawn broke.
Outside the gate of the Mindu Yipin residential complex, a row of neatly parked black Range Rovers had already been waiting for some time. Next to each car stood four bodyguards dressed in black suits, wearing sunglasses, and with stern faces.
They were as silent as statues, their sharp eyes scanning their surroundings, radiating a silent pressure and a chilling aura.
This scene immediately attracted the attention of passersby who were going to work or buying groceries early in the morning, as well as other residents of the community, who all turned their heads and whispered among themselves.
"My God... so many luxury cars! So many bodyguards! Who are they waiting for?"
"Who else could we be waiting for? It has to be that mysterious 'young master' in our neighborhood!"
"The young master? You mean the one from Anbang Group? I heard that the car that was involved in the accident across the street yesterday was his?"
"Yes, yes, yes! I heard about it too! Tsk tsk, no wonder he's the Crown Prince, what a grand display..."
"I wonder what the Crown Prince looks like, I really want to see him..."
Just as everyone was discussing and speculating, the grand gate of the residential complex slowly rose.
"boom--!!!"
A deep, violent roar, like the howl of a wild beast, suddenly came from the depths of the residential area, instantly drowning out all the discussions!
A sleek, matte black supercar, resembling a futuristic war machine, sped off like a black lightning bolt! The iconic "ghost" emblem on the hood gleamed coldly in the morning light—it was none other than the top-of-the-line Koenigsegg supercar!
The sports car was incredibly fast, rushing out of the community gate and merging into the main road in the blink of an eye, leaving only a dazzling afterimage and a heart-pounding roar.
The moment the sports car appeared, the bodyguards in black uniformly opened the car doors and quickly got in.
A dozen black Land Rovers started simultaneously, their engines growling, and in perfect formation, they began driving in unison, following closely behind the Koenigsegg that loomed ahead like a black phantom. They quickly disappeared into the morning traffic. The entire process was seamless; from the appearance of the sports cars to the departure of the convoy, only a few dozen seconds passed. Passersby didn't even have time to clearly see the person in the driver's seat of the Koenigsegg, leaving them only with endless wonder and awe.
"Holy crap... Koenigsegg! He really is the young master!"
"It was too fast! I didn't even see it clearly!"
"That aura... is amazing!"
……
Xishan, the villa where Mr. An lived before his death, is now being temporarily set up as a mourning hall.
The once tranquil place is now overcrowded. The huge garden and open space in front are filled with all kinds of luxury cars, from Bentleys and Rolls-Royces to Mercedes-Benz S-Class and BMW 7 Series, like a mini luxury car show.
Many people have to park their cars further away and walk over.
The villa's main hall was decorated as a solemn funeral hall, with white curtains and black elegiac couplets. In the center stood an expensive crystal coffin, inside which lay Old Master An, his face serene. The air was filled with the mingled scents of incense and flowers, and mournful music played softly.
Today is the day of Mr. An's funeral. Almost all the prominent figures in the upper echelons of Fuzhou society, as well as various forces that have business dealings with Anbang Group, sent representatives to pay their respects.
Inside Anbang Group, apart from the necessary personnel who remained on site, there were no fewer than two or three hundred people, from senior management to middle-level backbone staff, and security guards and thugs responsible for on-site security and maintaining order!
Add to that the guests who came because of its reputation, hoping to curry favor or observe the political climate, and the entire villa, inside and out, was packed with people, creating a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.
An Ruoxi and Qiu Qinyun, as the nominal adopted daughter and partner of Old Master An, naturally arrived early.
They each deployed over a hundred elite thugs to maintain order and security inside and outside the mourning hall, keeping their positions clearly separate, not interfering with each other, and remaining vigilant towards one another.
Inside the main hall of the funeral parlor, in the most central area, stood sixty or seventy of Anbang Group's core senior executives, lined up on either side.
On the left, An Ruoxi led the group, followed by Hongxiu, Rose, Wu Yufeng, Wu Wanqing, and other key members of their faction, all with solemn expressions and composed demeanor. On the right, Qiu Qinyun led the group, with Buddha in a wheelchair, followed closely by Jiang Ling and others, forming an equally orderly lineup with sharp eyes.
There was only a distance of less than two meters between them.
These two meters, however, seemed like an invisible chasm, splitting Anbang Group into two opposing camps.
An Ruoxi and Qiu Qinyun, these two women have been at odds since the old man fell seriously ill, and now that the old man is gone, they don't even bother with the pretense anymore.
The moment the two met, their eyes locked, and it was as if sparks were crackling in the air.
"Hmph, some people can't wait to seize power as soon as the old man passed away?"
Qiu Qinyun was the first to speak, her voice not loud, but loud enough for those nearby to hear clearly, her tone filled with undisguised sarcasm.
An Ruoxi's eyes turned cold, and she retorted without backing down.
"It's much better than some people who say one thing to your face and another behind your back, who couldn't even properly show filial piety to their father in his final moments, and are now putting on a hypocritical act here!"
"Who are you calling hypocritical?! An Ruoxi, don't go too far!"
"Everyone knows who I'm talking about! Qiu Qinyun, do you think everyone else is blind to your own thoughts?!"
"you……!"
"What? You want to fight? Don't forget where you are!"
The two exchanged increasingly heated words, their tone becoming increasingly volatile, and the air around them seemed to freeze.
Their subordinates behind them tensed slightly, their hands on their backs or cuffs, ready to overturn the table at the slightest provocation. The other guests in the mourning hall and the neutral faction of Anbang watched in horror, but no one dared to step forward to offer any advice.
At this tense moment, when conflict was about to erupt—
"The Crown Prince has arrived—!!"
The doorman, who was in charge of greeting guests at the entrance, shouted at the top of his lungs with all his might!
This shout was like pressing a mute button, instantly plunging the noisy and chaotic funeral hall into a deathly silence!
Everyone instinctively stopped what they were doing and arguing, and turned their heads in unison to look at the entrance to the mourning hall.
Qin Luo was wearing a well-tailored black suit with a simple white shirt underneath. He wasn't wearing a tie, and his expression was calm as he walked slowly in from outside the door.
He kept his eyes straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to the dense crowd and tense atmosphere on either side, and ignoring the complicated glances from An Ruoxi and Qiu Qinyun. He walked straight through the automatically parting crowd to the very front of the mourning hall, to the crystal coffin of Old Master An.
The master of ceremonies respectfully presented three lit incense sticks.
Qin Luo took the incense, bowed slightly to the peaceful old man in the crystal coffin, bowed three times, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner.
His movements were solemn and concise, without any superfluous words or expressions.
He came here not because he truly considered himself Old Master An's "illegitimate son".
He disliked and denied being addressed as such. But the way Old Master An gifted him such a large sum of shares was too suspicious; he had a vague feeling that it might be related to his missing parents. Old Master An might know his parents, or even… have some unknown connection to them.
He came with the purpose of searching for clues. As for the internal strife within Anbang, he had no interest in it whatsoever.
After finishing the worship, Qin Luo turned around and prepared to leave this place of trouble.
He didn't want to, and there was no need for him to, get involved.
However, as soon as he stepped out of the mourning hall and onto the open ground in front of the villa, a strange, eerie voice rang out.
"Hey, isn't this our young master? He had a 'spectacular' car accident yesterday, and he's already here at the funeral, all alive and kicking? His recovery ability is truly 'admirable'!"
Could it be... a staged performance, a self-inflicted wound, to create chaos within Anbang so you can sit back and reap the benefits?
The speaker was a middle-aged man wearing a black suit and with a white mourning cloth wrapped around his arm. He stood at the edge of Qiu Qinyun's camp, his face bearing undisguised mockery and provocation.
He was a distant cousin of Qiu Qinyun, holding a sinecure position in the group. He usually acted arrogantly, relying on Qiu Qinyun's influence.
When news of Qin Luo's car accident came yesterday, and seeing Qin Luo "alone" and so young today, he became contemptuous of him and wanted to take the opportunity to show off in front of Qiu Qinyun and suppress the arrogance of this "outsider" prince.
The moment he said that, the surroundings fell silent! Many people gasped, staring in shock at this reckless fellow. An Ruoxi and Qiu Qinyun both frowned, with Qiu Qinyun glaring at him fiercely, signaling him to shut up, but he clearly didn't understand, or perhaps he understood but didn't care.
Someone nearby quickly tried to pull him away, and whispered a reprimand.
"Are you insane! How dare you speak to the Crown Prince like that?!"
The middle-aged man dismissively shook off his hand and sneered.
"The Crown Prince? Heh, just a figurehead! Look at this scene today, who in the Anbang Group listens to him? Even Daofeng, who claims to be loyal to him, is nowhere to be seen. I think he's just an empty shell, trying to scare whoever he's trying to intimidate!" (End of Chapter)