Chapter 818
A Domineering Declaration That No One Will Listen To
Her eyes were filled with disbelief and deep panic as she looked at the young man before her, as if she were seeing him for the first time.
"What do you want to do? Qin Luo! I'm warning you, if anything happens to me here, you..."
"If I wanted to kill you, you would already be a corpse."
Qin Luo interrupted her, his tone still flat, but carrying a chilling undertone.
He leaned down slightly, reached out, and gently lifted Qiu Qinyun's smooth chin with his fingertips, forcing her to look up at him.
This action carried a strong sense of insult and control. Qiu Qinyun was filled with shame and indignation, but she couldn't even turn her head to avoid it. She could only endure his cold gaze.
"Madam Yun, it seems you still don't understand."
Looking at the fear, anger, and resentment churning in her eyes, Qin Luo spoke slowly, each word like a heavy hammer striking Qiu Qinyun's heart.
“Anbang Group is mine. That 75% stake is in black and white, legally recognized. Whether I am An Shouye’s son or not, that will not change.”
How you and An Ruoxi fight is your business.
With a slight pressure from his fingertips, Qiu Qinyun felt a slight pain in her chin.
"But stop treating me like a pawn on your chessboard, or thinking you can use me as leverage to negotiate. From now on, I'll be in charge of Anbang's affairs. You two, manage the group well for me. When I'm in a good mood, I'll give you your share of the profits. As for how much, and who gets more and who gets less, that depends on my mood."
He released his grip and straightened up, but the invisible pressure remained undiminished.
"Stop your petty tricks and stop your ridiculous schemes. Just do what you're supposed to do. Understand?"
Qiu Qinyun slumped onto the stone bench, the numbness in her whole body becoming increasingly clear. She couldn't even make a small movement like nodding. She could only stare at Qin Luo with terrified eyes. The carefully constructed blueprint of ambition and the fortress of calculation in her heart collapsed at this moment as her body lost control.
She finally realized that she was not facing a young man who could be manipulated by secrets and eloquence, but a sleeping lion that, once awakened, would hold the power of life and death.
Inside the pavilion, the aroma of tea still lingered, but it had been completely replaced by a stagnant chill.
Qiu Qinyun was numb and powerless, and could only lie limply on the cold stone table, her cheek pressed against the table, her breathing slightly rapid due to shock and anger.
She tried desperately to move her eyes, using all her strength, but could only fix her venomous gaze on Qin Luo's excessively calm face.
"You...you think...we've won...just like that?"
Her voice was broken and muffled due to numbness, yet it still carried resentment and defiance.
“Anbang…so many people…who would listen to…listen to a…kid of unknown origin…? Blade…can he protect you…for a while…but can he protect you…for a lifetime? Without hearts…you…you are nothing!”
Qin Luo stood by the table, looking down at her disheveled yet still trying-to-be-aggressive appearance. His eyes didn't even bother to show any mockery, only an almost indifferent calmness.
"You won't listen?"
He spoke, his voice not loud, but with a resolute and cold tone.
"Then kill him."
These five simple words, without any menacing embellishment, are more chilling than any roaring threat.
It's a kind of indifference that treats life and death as casually as eating and drinking.
"I didn't really care about the title of Crown Prince."
Qin Luo continued, his gaze passing over Qiu Qinyun and landing on the swaying bamboo shadows outside the pavilion.
“But Anbang Group, now that it’s in my hands, is mine. What’s mine, I won’t give away, and no one can take it from me, much less do anything underhanded like trying to bring it down or… kill me, its owner.”
Upon hearing the word "kill," Qiu Qinyun's body, which was lying face down, stiffened almost imperceptibly.
Qin Luo turned his gaze back to her face, his deep eyes seemingly able to see through any disguise.
"Yesterday's car accident, the dump truck, the poisonous fangs used to silence the witnesses, the method was a bit crude, but the intention was vicious."
He paused, his tone as flat as if he were stating a fact unrelated to himself.
"Was it your precious son, Li Guanghui, who did it?"
Qiu Qinyun's pupils suddenly contracted! Despite her body being paralyzed, Qin Luo still accurately caught the fleeting look of intense panic and disbelief in her eyes.
She hadn't expected that Qin Luo would find out about Crown Prince Hui so quickly and with such certainty!
"Nonsense!"
Qiu Qinyun suppressed the turmoil in her heart, her voice becoming even more distorted due to excitement and numbness.
"Xiao Hui... he's been timid since he was little... he can't even watch a chicken being killed... how could he... do such a thing! You... you're making false accusations!"
She vehemently denied it, trying to maintain her composure, but her shifty eyes and slightly trembling lips betrayed her inner panic.
Qin Luo watched her futile performance, a chilling smile curving his lips. There was no warmth in that smile, only an all-knowing understanding and a faint hint of weariness.
He didn't say anything more, nor did he bother to expose her clumsy lie. They both knew the truth.
He glanced one last time at Qiu Qinyun, who was slumped over the table, glaring at him with resentful eyes, as if she were just an insignificant decoration, then turned around without hesitation and walked away from the pavilion.
The figure in the black suit quickly disappeared at the end of the bamboo path, leaving only the babbling brook and the woman on the stone table, her body numb, her heart filled with icy fear and boundless hatred.
A few minutes later, the domineering and peculiar numbness slowly receded like a tide. First, the fingers trembled slightly, then the arms, then the torso, and finally the legs gradually regained sensation.
Qiu Qinyun tried moving her fingers to confirm that she had regained control, and then let out a long, trembling breath.
She struggled to sit up, using her still-weak arms to prop herself up. The back of her cheongsam was already soaked with cold sweat, clinging to her skin and bringing a cool, sticky feeling.
She looked around with lingering fear, making sure Qin Luo had really left before she finally relaxed completely. She leaned against a pillar in the pavilion as if she had collapsed, wiping the fine beads of cold sweat from her forehead.
Thankfully, incredibly thankfully. Thankfully, Qin Luo only used anesthesia and didn't do anything more egregious. In her completely incapacitated state just now, if he really wanted to do something to her, she would have been powerless to stop him.
This belated fear sent chills down her spine more than the direct harm.
But then, an indescribable sense of humiliation welled up inside him. He had actually been completely suppressed, toyed with, and threatened in this way by a young man who was about the same age as his son!
The feeling of his lifting her chin and staring at her so closely, that sense of powerlessness from being completely controlled, still made her cheeks burn when she thought about it. It wasn't shyness, but pure shame and indignation.
Qiu Qinyun, who had been a powerful figure in Fujian for so many years, had never been treated like this before. Even when Old Master An was alive, he treated her with great courtesy.
This Qin Luo… She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, bringing a sharp pain, but it was nothing compared to one ten-thousandth of the hatred in her heart.
……
Qin Luo walked leisurely out of the Xishan Villa area. Just as he reached the vicinity of the main road on the outskirts, two slender figures quickly came up to him from under the shade of a tree.
It was Night Rose and Wu Wanqing. Night Rose was still wearing a cheongsam that accentuated her curves, but the color had changed to a more dignified dark green. Wu Wanqing was wearing a smart black women's suit, which made her figure look tall and straight, but the fullness of her chest looked somewhat unnatural, obviously due to the use of padding.
"Your Highness."
Rose wore a perfectly respectful smile and bowed slightly. Wu Wanqing followed suit, but her gaze was somewhat unfocused, and she didn't dare to look Qin Luo in the eye.
Qin Luo didn't stop walking. He just glanced at them indifferently, his gaze lingering on Wu Wanqing's chest for a moment before moving away, as if it were just a casual glance.
He spoke directly without waiting for Rose to speak.
"Tell An Ruoxi that she wants to talk, and that's fine. Time and place."
Upon hearing this, Rose's beautiful eyes instantly lit up with surprise! She hadn't expected Qin Luo to be so decisive; before she even mentioned the young lady's invitation, he had already guessed her intention and given a positive reply!
"That's wonderful, Your Highness!"
Rose quickly replied, her voice filled with barely suppressed joy.
"Miss said that if it is convenient for you, she will be waiting for you at the Royal City No. 1 Club at 8 pm tonight. She has important matters to discuss with you!"
Royal City No. 1 is one of An Ruoxi's most exclusive private clubs, not open to the public, only for the most elite insiders and VIPs. Choosing that location demonstrates both the importance placed on the establishment and guarantees absolute privacy and security.
Qin Luo nodded to indicate that he understood, and continued walking forward without stopping, seemingly intending to leave.
Seeing this, Rose felt a slight tightness in her heart, fearing that this unpredictable Crown Prince might change his mind again. She quickly gave Wu Wanqing a wink, while she herself wanted to follow up and say a few more words to confirm.
Just then, Qin Luo suddenly stopped and turned around.
Rose paused, her heart skipping a beat. Wu Wanqing also instinctively straightened her back.
Qin Luo's gaze passed over the roses and landed on Wu Wanqing, who seemed somewhat nervous and reserved.
He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a small, unassuming dark brown glass bottle, no bigger than a thumb.
"Here, take this."
Qin Luo handed the small bottle to Wu Wanqing.
Wu Wanqing was stunned for a moment, looking at the small bottle, then at Qin Luo's calm face, and looked at Rose with some helplessness.
Rose was also confused, but immediately gestured with her eyes for her to catch it quickly.
Wu Wanqing quickly took the small bottle with both hands; it was slightly cool to the touch.
"Your Highness... what is this?"
"The extra external injury medicine I made myself is working quite well."
Qin Luo spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.
"Apply the ointment to the wound on your chest twice a day, spreading it evenly."
It should recover completely within three days, leaving no trace.
Wu Wanqing's eyes widened instantly, and two red clouds rose to her cheeks at a visible speed! How...how did he know she had a chest injury? And...and he even gave her medicine? Did he notice she was using a pad? This...this is too embarrassing!
Qin Luo seemed oblivious to her flushed face and continued in his calm tone.
"If you find it troublesome, or don't believe in this medicine, you can also find a reliable traditional Chinese medicine massage therapist. Unblocking the meridians, promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, combined with specific massage techniques, can also be quite effective, but it requires someone else's help and is rather time-consuming."
"Kneading... kneading?!"
Wu Wanqing almost cried out in shock, her face turning even redder, almost as if it were bleeding! Massage? Or an injury on her chest? Wouldn't that mean someone would use their hands on her...? She couldn't bear to think about it, and her hand holding the medicine bottle trembled slightly.
Rose glanced at Wu Wanqing, whose face was flushed, and then at Qin Luo, whose expression remained unchanged. A strange and inquisitive look flashed in her charming eyes.
When did these two people develop this kind of "I know your strengths and weaknesses" relationship? Could it be that something happened between Wanqing and the Crown Prince without my knowledge?
She muttered to herself, her gaze towards Wu Wanqing now carrying a hint of warning and scrutiny—girl, don't be foolish enough to become a mistress. The women around this Crown Prince are a dangerous bunch.
After giving his instructions, Qin Luo said no more and turned to leave.
This time, Rose didn't follow. She just watched his back disappear at the intersection before giving a meaningful look to Wu Wanqing, who was still looking down and wishing she could bury her face in her chest.
"Wanqing, you must 'use well' the medicine the Crown Prince gave you."
Rose drawled out her words, with a hint of teasing and a reminder.
Wu Wanqing lowered her head even further, letting out a barely audible "hmm," her hand tightly gripping the small medicine bottle as if it were a branding iron.
……
After leaving the Xishan area, Qin Luo got into his Koenigsegg, but did not start it immediately.
He took out his phone, found Situ Rui's number, and dialed it.
The call was quickly connected, and Situ Rui's carefree voice came from the other end.
"Hey, Brother Luo! What are the instructions?"
"The dump truck that hit me yesterday has been identified; it was Prince Hui, Li Guanghui, who did it."
Qin Luo got straight to the point without any preamble.
"What?! It's that bastard?!"
Situ Rui's voice instantly rose, filled with shock and rage.
"Damn it! I knew it had something to do with that mother and son! Don't worry, Brother Luo! I'll call my men right now! Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground in Mindu, I'll drag that coward out and kill him!"
Situ Rui was so angry that he kept pounding his chest on the other end of the phone, making a loud thud. You could feel his furious temper even through the phone.
"Yes, keep a close eye on him. He probably hasn't left Mindu yet; he might be hiding somewhere."
Qin Luo gave a word of advice.
"Understood! Leave it to me!"
Situ Rui patted his chest and assured him.
I had just hung up the phone with Situ Rui, and before I could even put my phone down, the screen lit up again, and a familiar contact name jumped into my eyes—Yang Mimi.
Qin Luo's lips unconsciously curled up slightly as he swiped to answer the call, his voice softening involuntarily.
"Hey?"
"What are you hello to, my little prince~" Yang Mimi's unique, sweet voice, tinged with a hint of coquettishness and slyness, came from the other end of the phone, the background noise somewhat empty. (End of Chapter)