MTLNOVEL Chapter 187 - 180 Qiao Jing is Not Human
Chapter 187: Chapter 180 Qiao Jing is Not Human
Seeing Su Manhan’s insistence, Zhan Nanqing felt anxious in her heart.
“Mom, since Professor Qiao has been injured, she definitely won’t be at the research institute. So I plan to go to her home to check on her.”
Su Manhan’s pupils shone brightly, “You know where Professor Qiao’s house is?”
“Of course.”
A look of utmost pride appeared on Su Manhan’s face, “That’s my daughter for you! You even know where Professor Qiao lives. It seems that Professor Qiao really thinks highly of you, doesn’t treat you as an outsider at all!”
Uh…
Zhan Nanqing kept her mouth agape and looked at Su Manhan, thinking not only did she know where Professor Qiao’s house was, but you knew as well, right?
And you’ve been there several times already.
“What are you still dawdling here for? Hurry up and go!” Su Manhan urged Zhan Nanqing.
“Aren’t you coming with me, Mom?”
“You child, have you lost your mind? That’s Professor Qiao’s home, and Professor Qiao has always been low-profile. Very few people know what she looks like, let alone where she lives.
The reason she told you is because she really appreciates you, trusts you, and considers you as one of her own. If I were to follow you there, it would be like you’ve betrayed her, and that could upset her.
Alright, enough said, hurry up and go, and call me as soon as there’s any news.”
After Zhan Nanqing left, she scratched the back of her head, as everything felt weird to her.
Never mind that for now, let’s hurry and see how Qiao Jing is.
By coincidence, just as Zhan Nanqing arrived, she saw Gan Lanlan standing at the door, about to ring the bell.
Gan Lanlan was filled with self-reproach; if it hadn’t been for their Gan family, Qiao Jing wouldn’t have been injured.
The one who opened the door was Zhan Qipei.
“How is Professor Qiao?” Gan Lanlan asked anxiously.
Zhan Nanqing also waited anxiously for Zhan Qipei’s response.
“She’s tired, resting, and sleeping,” Zhan Qipei blocked the door, showing no intention of letting the two in.
“Can I wait for her to wake up?” Gan Lanlan tilted his head, trying to glance inside the room. If he couldn’t see Qiao Jing today, he wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight.
“No,” Zhan Qipei’s refusal was very straightforward, “She needs proper rest and can’t be disturbed by anyone.”
Gan Lanlan pursed his lips; he didn’t want to disturb Qiao Jing, but he just couldn’t help feeling worried.
Just then, Qiao Jing’s voice came from inside the room.
“I’m not severely hurt.”
Qiao Jing’s voice was like a calming charm, greatly easing Gan Lanlan’s heart.
“Professor Qiao!” Gan Lanlan’s eyes fixed on Qiao Jing, scanning her from top to bottom, then bottom to top, making Zhan Qipei really want to kick him out.
“Where are you hurt?” Gan Lanlan quickly approached Qiao Jing’s side, and in his urgency, he was about to reach out to touch her.
Qiao Jing slightly raised her right arm, “It’s nothing serious, just a scrape from a knife.”
Though Qiao Jing said this, her complexion still didn’t look very good.
“Have you had it checked at the hospital?” Zhan Nanqing stepped forward to ask.
Qiao Jing’s eyebrows lifted slightly as she gazed at Zhan Nanqing with a worried look, somewhat stunned.
Zhan Nanqing returned Qiao Jing’s gaze, wondering to herself why Qiao Jing was looking at her with such a strange expression just for asking that question?
“It’s fine, I’m a doctor myself,” Qiao Jing said, diverting her gaze.
Hearing Qiao Jing say this, Zhan Nanqing then belatedly remembered that Qiao Jing was indeed a doctor.
It wasn’t that she deliberately forgot; it’s just that recently, Qiao Jing had always presented herself as Professor Qiao in front of her.
Because of this dazzling identity, she momentarily overlooked the fact that Qiao Jing was also a doctor.
Talking about it, she had indeed overlooked that matter before. Now that she thought about it, she couldn’t help but be curious, how did Qiao Jing manage to become an agricultural tycoon while also mastering medical expertise to such an extent?
Is this even human?
But then again, Qiao Jing had achieved so much at just 23 years old, he was hardly human to begin with.
The next day, Qiao Jing received news that Qian Haisheng and his son Qian Yuang had both escaped from prison.
A citywide manhunt was underway, and despite searching all day, the authorities hadn’t caught them.
Dressed in the most ordinary clothes and in disguise, Qian Haisheng and his son were eating beef noodles in a secluded alley.
“This noodle dish is just too disgusting, the worst I’ve ever had!” Qian Yuang tossed his chopsticks aside.
The noodle stall owner glared at Qian Yuang.
“Sorry, sorry, my son has just been dumped, and he’s not in a good mood. Please, don’t take it personally!” Qian Haisheng hurriedly explained to the noodle stall owner.
Upon hearing this, the stall owner stopped fussing over Qian Yuang and even looked at him with a bit more sympathy.
“Dad, you—”
Qian Yuang was abruptly silenced as Qian Haisheng slapped him on the forehead.
He hissed in a low growl, “We’re on the run for our lives. If you want to die, if you want to get caught, don’t drag me down with you!”
Qian Haisheng scolded him, his frustration apparent.
“Yes, yes, I know I’m wrong, okay? But this noodle, it’s just too bad, not fit for human consumption!” Qian Yuang said disdainfully, looking at the noodles in his bowl.
“Just endure it. At least it fills you up. Once we’re done, we need to hurry and head towards M country. I have assets there, and nobody knows about this.”
“Alright,” Qian Yuang replied, picking at the noodles in disgust.
As he was doing so, he suddenly spotted someone familiar and his eyes widened in shock.
Qian Haisheng noticed Qian Yuang’s reaction and looked in the direction of his gaze, perplexed.
It was him!
Wen Binbin!
The chubby friend of Qiao Jing, the hitman, what was he doing here?
“Hey there—” Wen Binbin greeted them and took a seat.
“Boss, give me a serving of braised beef noodles, please.”
“Would you like knife-shaved noodles or hand-pulled noodles?”
No sooner had the owner finished asking than Qian Haisheng had left one hundred yuan and taken off.
“Hey! You can take your change!” The owner shouted after Qian Haisheng and his son.
Without turning back, Qian Haisheng and his son quickly made their escape.
“What a pair of weirdos, are they crazy?” the owner muttered to himself.
Wen Binbin stood up.
“You’re not eating?” asked the owner.
“I will eat. Hand-pulled noodles, please. Those two are friends of mine. You can deduct from there. I’m just going to the restroom, I’ll be right back,” Wen Binbin said.
The owner didn’t doubt Wen Binbin’s words; after all, when Wen Binbin had come in, he had greeted the father and son.
They didn’t respond much, but from their expressions, they seemed to know him.
“Alright then, I’ll start cooking,” the owner said.
Qian Haisheng and Qian Yuang rushed towards the docks.
“Dad, why do you think Wen Binbin suddenly showed up? Coincidence?”
Qian Haisheng’s face was as taut as it could be, “I hardly think so. Qiao Jing was just injured not long ago, and he showed up now. And the men I sent last time, they saw him boarding a plane with their own eyes. So, I suspect he might have come here for us.”