Chapter 3957: Sister Nian Always Plays Straight Balls

Chapter 3957: Chapter 3957: Sister Nian Always Plays Straight Balls

Ji Lin saw that Ye Wangchuan was still conscious and knew that Master Wang’s injury was not serious, so he calmed down and obeyed the arrangements to make way: "Okay."

Qiao Nian had one foot off the steps, and in her peripheral vision, she saw a few familiar faces. She remembered something, stopped, and turned back to instruct Ji Lin: "Uh, those few people over there..."

Ji Lin followed her gaze and saw a few of Lu Zhi’s people.

He didn’t understand but looked back at the girl: "You speak, Miss Qiao."

Qiao Nian said seriously: "I promised to let them go before. Let them leave, you handle the rest." ℯℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Ji Lin looked at those people again.

Those people obviously heard Qiao Nian’s words, and for a moment they couldn’t tell if they were dreaming or in reality, only feeling that fortune had favored them.

Earlier in the western-style building, Qiao Nian did say that as long as they left, she wouldn’t harm them. But after the situation reversed, they didn’t dare hope to leave unscathed.

Unexpectedly, something they didn’t dare wish for, Zhui Guang remembered. And she really kept her promise to let them go!

Ji Lin confirmed with her which people and then promised earnestly: "Rest assured, Miss Qiao, I will arrange everything."

"Alright." Qiao Nian no longer worried about this matter, continued to bear most of the man’s weight, and tenderly said: "Let’s go."

A trace of pleasure flashed in the depths of Ye Wangchuan’s eyes, not minding as he leaned a bit more on her, his thin lips slightly upturned, his voice deep: "Okay."

If Gu San were here, he would definitely see that he could walk on his own; he just enjoyed Qiao Nian’s concern.

Unfortunately, Gu San stayed in Beijing and didn’t come along.

Qin Si, on the other hand, was still preoccupied with the thought of Qiao Nian mentioning a gunshot wound to the shoulder and didn’t notice the slight happiness on Ye Wangchuan’s face.

As for Ji Lin, there was no need to mention him, as he was busy carrying out Qiao Nian’s instructions.

Soon, Guan Yan drove over in a jeep, parked in front of the two, opened the driver’s door, and jumped out: "Zhui Guang, you want me to take you there?"

"Your injury hasn’t healed yet, stay here and help Ji Lin handle the aftermath. I’ll go by myself." Qiao Nian opened the passenger door.

Turning her head, somewhat unsure how to take care of someone, she gently asked: "Can you get in?"

The dense night in Ye Wangchuan’s eyes turned soft like spring water, as if there was a small hook in them, one hand supporting the car door with an appearance of slight difficulty: "I’ll try my best."

"Alright." Qiao Nian slowly let go and still worriedly said: "If you can’t, I’ll carry you up."

Her expression was quite earnest, even sincerely wanting to act.

"Cough!" Ye Wangchuan heard this and choked in his chest, steadied himself, and quickly got in.

Seeing him get in, Qiao Nian conveniently closed the car door for him, walked around to the other side to get in, put on her seat belt, and turned to say: "You have a shoulder injury, so don’t fasten the seatbelt. I’ll try to drive slowly."

Ye Wangchuan had just been thrown off by her natural "I’ll carry you up" statement and didn’t say anything this time, just responded with a hum.

Qiao Nian then shifted gears, stepped on the gas, and as promised, drove as steadily as possible.

Used to speeding, this cautious driving was undoubtedly a form of torture for her, akin to moving like an old lady.

Her temper was usually bad, and her patience limited. But this time, she drove steadily the whole way without a word of complaint, even turning up the temperature of the car’s air conditioning. She turned her head to the slightly unwell-looking man with a hoarse voice: "Get some sleep, I’ll wake you when we get there."