The Scheming Ex-Husband's Courtship-Chapter 658 - 571 Not Again

Nan Zhan was nowhere to be seen, but she knew he was safe now.

Sitting in front of the window at the opposite hotel, Jian Si had no trace of sleepiness, watching the small hotel’s movements all night long.

At 3:30 in the morning, just as Jian Si was about to make a cup of coffee, she suddenly saw four or five vans speeding from the north, and after the shrill sound of brakes, probably more than twenty people jumped out of the cars and surged into the hotel like a raging tide.

Jian Si hastily opened the curtains, pressing even closer.

This spot faced directly the room she stayed in, and she clearly saw these people heading straight to the second floor, with the owner trailing behind them flusteredly, seemingly arguing, only to be knocked down by two of the men.

The group kicked open the doors of each room, one by one, until they reached her single room; someone dragged the owner over, seemingly asked him something, with the owner shaking his head like a drum in the waves, and then they rushed toward Nan Zhan’s room across.

She had left in a hurry, only taking her belongings, and Nan Zhan’s room had not yet been tidied up.

Soon after, the people came downstairs, carrying some luggage they found in Nan Zhan’s room, and seven or eight of them threw the clothes in front of the hotel, with someone taking out a lighter to set them on fire.

The flames leaped high, and thick smoke carrying embers shot upwards, quickly covering the sky that was just beginning to brighten.

Watching everything in front of her, Jian Si’s eyes widened with shock.

Suddenly, someone looked over in this direction, and she, startled, quickly pulled the curtains shut.

Downstairs, the noise continued unabated; she leaned against the wall, daring not to make any sound, her heart pounding against her chest, feeling a sense of terror from head to toe.

Clearly, these people were targeting her and Nan Zhan; if they were still in the room now, perhaps, these crazed individuals would throw her into the fire as well.

Jian Si thought of the possible consequences, and cold sweat dripped down her cheeks.

If it weren’t for Nan Zhan sending out the escape signal in time, if it weren’t for Zhengzheng decrypting the message, she might have just...

In the broad daylight, this was too terrifying; a mob was committing violence on the streets unchecked, and after such a long time, not even the shadow of the police could be seen.

Thinking of this, Jian Si shuddered; perhaps... perhaps the police were in on it, otherwise, how could these people have found their hotel so quickly? But with the recent development of the tourism industry, a multitude of hotels had sprung up—finding one person wouldn’t be so easy. Their targeted search indicated they were heading straight for this hotel.

Jian Si huddled in the corner, clutching the phone tightly in her arms; with no one to turn to, she could only silently wait for this farce to be over quickly.

After an indeterminate stretch of time, when these people did not find their target, they got back into the vehicles they came in and left without a trace.

Only when she couldn’t hear any more noise did Jian Si look out the window again.

The front of the hotel was littered with charred clothing, including a suitcase that had been burnt down to just a corner.

Fear, sadness, worry—Jian Si’s tears wound their way down her face.

Nan Zhan, Nan Zhan, where are you?

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At three o’clock, Nan Zhan and the teenager were weaving through the woods, the dew drenching their clothes and trousers as if it were a downpour.

The teenager knew a back path out of the village, but it was rough and difficult; they also had to wade through a big river on the way.

By the time the two walked out of Da’an Village, dawn was breaking.

The teenager was so tired that he sat on the ground, taking big breaths, while Nan Zhan looked toward the dusky yellow in the sky with cold eyes.

He didn’t know if Jian Si had deciphered the message in his words; if things went as expected, those people would definitely make their move at dawn. If it were just simple violence, they might restrain themselves, but someone was deliberately stirring things up and giving them support, which would escalate the violence into a malignant event.

If she hadn’t escaped...

"The sun is about to rise." The

Nan Zhan looked down at the dark-faced teenager and smiled at him: "Thank you."

"No problem." The teenager showed off a few snow-white teeth. "You said before, you would bring Kuige’s people to justice. I believe you."

Nan Zhan squatted down, his long palm patting the teenager’s shoulder twice: "Alright, it’s a deal."

"It’s a deal." The teenager beamed again, "By the way, my name is Jiang Ning."

"Nan Zhan." Nan Zhan slowly stood up, "Goodbye, Jiang Ning."

"Goodbye, Brother Nan Zhan."

After saying farewell to Jiang Ning, Nan Zhan kept walking ahead; gradually, the outline of a village loomed through the morning mist while, at the same time, his phone, which had no signal all this while, suddenly showed three signal bars.

He picked up the phone and quickly dialed a number.

During the two seconds of waiting, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but they all dissipated due to the hoarse yet surprised voice that came through.

She said: "Nan Zhan?"

"It’s me." He was standing on a small hillock, surrounded by vast fields, with unknown little flowers blooming.

Such a conversation, separated by just one night, felt like it spanned a century.

When the person you worry about suddenly whispers in your ear with a familiar voice, everything takes on value.

"I will return soon, tell me your address."

Nan Zhan returned to the hotel where Jian Si was staying by nearly noon.

Jian Si was restless all along, feeling as though she was being continuously fried on a red-hot pan.

Her somewhat evasive actions made Nan Zhan frown in disapproval.

"You’re hurt, I’ll get you some medicine." Fortunately, she bought a lot last time at the hospital, enough for their needs.

Nan Zhan watched as she squatted in front of the suitcase, beginning to search for the tidied-up medicine.

When he came out from the shower, Jian Si was not in the room.

"Jian Si." Nan Zhan, wrapped in a bath towel, lowered his hand from wiping his hair; the room was small, her luggage was on the floor, where had she gone?

Nan Zhan realized that just losing sight of her for a moment made him restless, and he even felt a bit regretful for bringing her to such a dangerous place; like yesterday, he almost couldn’t protect her completely.

Just as Nan Zhan was about to make a phone call, the door lock turned, and Jian Si walked in carrying big and small bags.