Chapter 427: Chapter 427

The system flew in the air, tilting its panel in confusion.

With her being so impulsive and fierce, what past event could she dream about that would turn into a nightmare?

Thinking of that event half a year ago, which was almost a taboo for Qian Qi, the system decisively went silent, no longer making a sound.

Qian Qi glanced at the time, discovering she had only slept for an hour.

A terrible, headache-inducing dream left her unwilling to continue sleeping, so she got up and walked towards Nangong Yan’s room.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she opened the door, a dagger was placed against her neck.

"Who?" The blade glimmered with a trace of cold, dark light. Qian Qi raised her eyes to see the weak Nangong Yan holding the sharp dagger against her neck. His body was tense and clearly lacked strength, yet a fierce light of extreme vigilance flickered in his peach blossom eyes.

The murderous intent in his eyes was cold and undoubted.

Upon seeing it was Qian Qi, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and collapsed onto her shoulder.

Qian Qi found his reaction somewhat familiar.

Back when her brothers and sisters thought they would lose a fight against her, they used to try giving her some midnight scares. This made Qian Qi sleep fitfully at night during that time, instantly jumping awake at the slightest noise, thinking those brats came to draw turtles on her face again.

However, considering the knife at her neck, what Nangong Yan went through was evidently not as trivial, so even under a high fever, he remained this vigilant, afraid something might take his life.

"Your fever has relapsed," Qian Qi touched his forehead, which was heating up again.

"I’ve called for a doctor," the man laughed with a bit of self-mockery, "I won’t trouble you."

"..." Qian Qi scratched her little face with her index finger, shamelessly saying, "It’s not troublesome..."

The man’s fingertips slightly moved, his tone increasingly self-deprecating, "What, pitying me?"

"..." Qian Qi remained silent. It wasn’t that she pitied Nangong Yan; she pitied herself.

In the middle of the night, causing her restless sleep.

"How did you get those wounds on your body?" Qian Qi weighed her words and asked, "I noticed some of the injuries don’t seem to be from Nangong Zhang."

"I don’t want to tell you." Nangong Yan raised his hand to loosely wrap around her waist, his head resting against her shoulder like a nestling, his dark eyes slightly downcast and emotions restrained, flickering indecipherably, "Our relationship doesn’t seem good enough to share such things, right?"

"Fine, I’m not that curious." The compassion that slowly surged in Qian Qi’s heart felt stifled after being rejected, and she turned her head to leave right away.

Just a half-step out, the man tugged at her sleeve, "I was wrong, I’ll tell you."

Qian Qi snorted, said nothing, assuming a demeanor of listening calmly. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel⦿fire.net

"It’s not as bad as you think." Nangong Yan put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, adjusting them on his ear, and the thin golden chain slightly swayed, gradually bringing back the hint of threat and danger that had previously disappeared.

"The injuries are from instance raids; lacking ability inevitably leads to getting hurt by the Magic Beasts. As for the others..." he paused, adding lightly, "it’s merely Nangong Zhang’s compulsion to control."

Qian Qi blinked her eyes.

"Oh..." she responded somewhat perfunctorily, "So that’s it."

As if she’d believe, those Magic Beast bite marks on him were clearly from over ten years ago, a result of raiding instances?

He was just trying to save face, hence not telling her the truth.

But Qian Qi wanted to save face herself too; if it were her, she’d also gloss over the truth, blending half-truths, not wanting to come off as a victim.

So, she cooperated by not pressing further, leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms, in silence.

Knowing the girl opposite probably did not believe him, the man fiddled with the golden chain beneath his glass frame, falling into silence as well.

A peculiar and inexplicably harmonious atmosphere started to spread between them until the sudden sound of the doorbell broke the eerie mood.

"I’ll go check," Qian Qi immediately bounced off the doorframe and walked briskly to the main door.

Behind her, the man lowered his head, chuckling quietly to himself.

Standing there was a woman in a white coat with a low ponytail, whom Qian Qi did not recognize. But the woman immediately recognized Qian Qi when she saw her.

Wen Yiyao recognized Qian Qi; previously in Hong City, it was the first time Nangong Yan asked her to leave the laboratory to use the Healing Skill on someone, making Wen Yiyao curious about the girl with her face covered by Nangong Yan’s handkerchief. Eventually, she looked up matters regarding Hong City online.

Then based on clothing, she confirmed the girl was Qian Qi.

But why was she here with the boss?

"Who are you?" Qian Qi briefly glanced at Wen Yiyao, unable to recall who she was from memory.

"I’m the doctor from the Nangong Family; the... second young master called me here," Wen Yiyao adjusted her heavy black-rimmed glasses and quietly said.

"Oh, he’s in there." Qian Qi pointed in the direction for Wen Yiyao, who nodded slightly nervously, then lifted the large medical box with both hands and trotted into Nangong Yan’s room.

Qian Qi turned her head, watching Wen Yiyao’s seemingly honest back, and slightly narrowed her eyes.

Looks like they’re easy to bully.

Thinking of something, the expression on Qian Qi’s face gradually turned odd.

[...Enough] The system said speechlessly, [Don’t try to scare and intimidate honest people to get the information you want.]

How could it be called intimidation? She just wanted to have a friendly and amicable exchange.

Patting her backside, Qian Qi followed inside the house.

Wen Yiyao was somewhat surprised that Qian Qi came in, instinctively looking towards Nangong Yan, not expecting that Nangong Yan remained expressionless, as if he hadn’t seen Qian Qi coming in at all, and directly took off his shirt.

Wen Yiyao was irrepressibly shocked, after all, even after two years, she still remembered the terrifying look in Nangong Yan’s eyes when she accidentally saw the scars on his body, as if she was as good as dead.

Wen Yiyao couldn’t help but glance at Qian Qi again, inevitably speculating about their relationship.

Who is she, really, that could make the boss expose his ugliness without any scruples, even inciting the boss to risk being discovered by Nangong Zhang to enter the war zone to save her?

Suddenly, a man’s voice containing a warning sounded in her ears, and Wen Yiyao felt a chill run through her body, quickly retracting her gaze to check Nangong Yan’s physical condition.

However, her mind was even more startled.

The boss never exposed her name in front of outsiders, but now he directly called her name in front of Qian Qi!

It seems, the boss really likes her?

At that moment, Wen Yiyao felt an indescribable taste in her heart, biting her lip slightly, suppressing the trembling of her body and heart.

What she knows about Qian Qi is that she is strong yet kind, even though they have never met, she has pieced together the girl’s character from various reports.

The boss... does he deserve to like a righteous and kind Savior?

This is too ridiculous!

Wen Yiyao, who works under Nangong Yan, knows her boss’s madness all too well. She had thought about escaping this special job, but her child... still needs resources from the laboratory.

She held on with the inferior mindset that even if it’s not her, someone else would participate, and that’s why she persisted until now.

So... does Qian Qi know?

Thinking about the message Boss sent during the day, Wen Yiyao couldn’t help but mock silently.

It seems she doesn’t know.

And, he doesn’t dare.

Wen Yiyao suddenly allowed herself a faint smile.

Even though she had become an accomplice, Wen Yiyao still found it amusing and ridiculous to discover that Nangong Yan had something to fear.

After swiftly confirming Nangong Yan’s physical state, Wen Yiyao activated the Healing Light, infusing it into his body.

Nangong Zhang’s torture methods are nothing more than those, nothing new.

Over the years, Wen Yiyao had already figured them out, so she skillfully repaired the severed tendons and shattered bones, avoiding complications that would lead to further deterioration of Nangong Yan’s physical condition.

As for the scars on his body, she didn’t repair them, not because she didn’t want to or couldn’t, but because Nangong Yan wouldn’t allow it.

Perhaps, to remind himself not to forget the humiliation suffered over those twenty years.

"Second Young Master, is there anywhere else that doesn’t feel right?" After the treatment, Wen Yiyao asked symbolically.

She was very confident in her medical skills and healing skill.

"Mm." Nangong Yan wasn’t concerned with how much he’d been healed, as long as he could move normally. He slowly buttoned up, then calmly introduced to Qian Qi, "This is my assistant from the laboratory, Wen Yiyao, today she will be accompanying us and introducing the laboratory to you."

Wen Yiyao’s heart trembled slightly. As a subordinate, nobody knows better than her how much truth there is in Nangong Yan’s words.

She couldn’t help but steal a glance at Qian Qi, who looked quite interested, and her heart struggled.

Should she give Qian Qi a bit of a hint?

But, with Boss’s sharpness, he would definitely discover her intentions. If Qian Qi refused to join the laboratory and cut off her supply of laboratory resources, then her child...

Thinking of her daughter crying and calling for mom on the operating table, Wen Yiyao clenched her fist and resigned herself by closing her eyes.

She’s a selfish mother.