Plunder-Chapter 63 - Cold Heart

Chapter 63: Chapter 63 Cold Heart

Chapter 63 -63 Cold Heart

“I’ll do it.”

Zhou Jin’an pressed down An Kexin’s hand.

Anger permeated his distinct facial features as his face turned ashen, appearing ready to harshly punish Qiao En, who was treated as a suspect.

An Kexin was startled, but she reacted quickly.

“Are you sure you want to do this, An Ge? Secretary Qiao could also be innocent.”

She spoke pretentiously on behalf of Qiao En, but in reality, she was probing Zhou Jin’an.

His eyes were cold and he didn’t even look at Qiao En. When he opened his mouth, his voice was as chilling as the ice of the deep winter.

“Contact Director Huang and explain the situation. Interrogate all suspects as necessary, showing no mercy.”

He was addressing Cheng Lu with these words.

Yet Qiao En felt as though they were aimed at herself.

Suspects, isn’t that her?

The text message was sent from her phone, and Mrs. Zhou had met with an incident after responding to her invitation.

Isn’t she the murderer then?

So, after all, Zhou Jin’an never considered her explanation; he was convinced in his heart that Mrs. Zhou had been hurt by Qiao En.

Interrogate as necessary?!

Showing no mercy?!

Hah!

A cold sneer echoed inside Qiao En’s heart.

Zhou Jin’an, oh how heartlessly he turns his face away.

Cheng Lu followed the orders.

Soon, Director Huang arrived personally.

“Director Zhou, such a grave incident has occurred in your home, but you must stay strong. Leave the investigation to me. I assure you that I will clarify the truth within a week and give you an explanation,” Director Huang declared confidently, thumping his chest.

“Then I’ll have to trouble Director Huang.”

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Zhou Jin’an’s tone remained indifferent.

Director Huang’s sharp gaze swept towards Qiao En. His intelligent face immediately turned fierce.

“Qiao En, right? Come with me.”

And just like that, in front of everyone, Qiao En was taken away.

As the elevator doors closed, she turned to Zhou Jin’an, but he had already turned his back, leaving her with nothing but a cold, indifferent silhouette.

Hah!

A colder smile spread across Qiao En’s lips.

Once out of the elevator, two plainclothes policemen approached Qiao En.

“Miss Qiao, please come with us.”

The two men flanked her on either side.

Upon exiting the elevator, Director Huang strode away quickly, acting as if he didn’t know Qiao En.

Qiao En was brought back to the police station.

However, to her surprise, no one came to take her statement.

She languished in the small detention room as if forgotten by the world.

On the second day of Qiao En’s detention, Ding Hao came.

“What on earth happened?”

Ding Hao barely sat down before his voice turned anxious.

Qiao En avoided the question and countered, “How did you know I was here?”

Ding Hao couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

“How could I not know you’re here? Can’t you think better of me? I’m really worried about you.”

Qiao En smirked, “Worried about what? That I’ll default on a favor I owe you? Doctor Ding, turns out you’re one to count every penny!”

She joked with Ding Hao nonchalantly, still unwilling to reveal half a word to him.

“You’re just finding out?”

Ding Hao snorted coldly through his nose.

Just because Qiao En wasn’t willing to tell the truth didn’t mean he couldn’t ask.

“Did you really hurt Zhou Jin’an’s mother?” he eyed her skeptically, disbelief written all over his face.

No one believed her, so saying it was superfluous.

“Uh-huh.”

Qiao En responded perfunctorily.

Everyone outside was saying it was her, even Zhou Jin’an also thought it was her, so it must be.

Ding Hao slapped his thigh fiercely, “Cut it out, Qiao En, you’ve boasted enough. If you say you stepped on an ant, I’d believe you, but injuring Zhou Jin’an’s mother? Ask yourself, do you have the guts?”

This was the only person who believed she was innocent.

“Do I look like I don’t have it in me?”

Qiao En retorted.

“Ha, what do you have? Anyone who believes you is a pig,” Ding Hao drawled.

So, was Aunt Liu a pig? Was An Kexin a pig? Was Zhou Jin’an a pig too?

Qiao En couldn’t help but laugh to herself.

She really was dancing with pigs.

Ding Hao placed both hands behind his head, leaning back in his chair, but his gaze remained fixed on Qiao En.

“Stop trying to be tough. Aren’t you tired of always pretending? Tell me the truth, and I’ll help clear your name.”

“Thank you, but you can’t help with this.”

If someone had set her up, it meant they were waiting to see her go down in flames.

Whatever she did would be in vain.

“Fuck, don’t you trust me?”

Ding Hao exploded with a curse. He pointed a finger at Qiao En, “I’m telling you, don’t underestimate me. I’m just as capable as Zhou Jin’an. I said I’d help you, and I’ll see it through to the end. If you’re polite to me, you’re treating me like a stranger.”

Qiao En pursed her lips and smiled, “Okay, I trust you.”

“I want to get out, can you help me?”

“Piece of cake, leave it to me.”

However, after Ding Hao left, he never returned.

Day after day passed.

On the third day of Qiao En’s stay, her heart began to grow restless.

How was Mrs. Zhou doing?

Were her family members doing well?

Qiao En’s heart was both restless and chaotic.

It wasn’t until the fifth day that Cheng Lu arrived.

He brought many things, placing each one in front of Qiao En.

“It’s gotten colder these days, Secretary Qiao, remember to add some clothes. These new outfits were bought in your size. I also bought new down bedding, and the bedsheets and duvet covers have all been washed, so you can use them with confidence.”

“Right, these cooked foods are all your past favorites.”

“There’s soup in the thermos, make sure to finish it.”

“Oh, and these books. You used to read them often. I brought them in case you got bored.”

…

He brought so many things, and they were all so complete, that for a moment Qiao En thought Zhou Jin’an wanted her to treat this place like home.

“How is Mrs. Zhou doing?”

Qiao En asked.

“The situation isn’t very optimistic; she has been in a coma without regaining consciousness.”

Cheng Lu answered truthfully.

Qiao En was silent for a while before she finally spoke.

“Assistant Cheng, thanks, but I don’t lack anything here. I don’t need these things, please take them back.”

Qiao En declined his kindness.

She was clearly wronged, yet Zhou Jin’an didn’t believe her, and he personally ordered her to be sent here.

Now, he sent Cheng Lu to show her utmost care, and she was expected to forget his heartlessness? To be grateful for his little favors?

Qiao En sneered inwardly; she couldn’t do it.

“Secretary Qiao, you’ve been with Director Zhou for three years. Don’t you know what kind of person he is? His sending you here was out of necessity.”

Cheng Lu spoke on behalf of Zhou Jin’an, but he hesitated halfway through his words.

Qiao En laughed, a laugh filled with bitterness.

What kind of person was Zhou Jin’an? How could she not understand?

Cold and unfeeling, decisive in his actions, he never trusted anyone.

Now the person whose life hung in the balance was his mother, so what was Qiao En? Just a former bed partner, why would it be strange that he didn’t trust her?

Qiao En didn’t blame Zhou Jin’an; she was just disheartened.

She remembered clearly, his words, “Show no mercy.”

Qiao En stood up, not looking at those items again.

“Thanks, but I really don’t need them.”