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The night went on and on, but what Qiao Chuyang got in return was the unparalleled acid in his legs and the feeling of his body. The body had the feeling of being crushed and then reassembled.

Qiao Chuyang dragged his heavy body along. His body left the room.

"Grandfather, when did you return?" The moment he walked out of the room, he saw Murong Langqing sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Murong Lanqing caressed Qiao Chuyang's long hair with both of his hands, a look of excitement in his eyes.

"Grandfather, what about you?" Are you ready? Did the doctor allow you to leave the hospital? "

Seeing his grandfather, Qiao Chuyang forgot all his troubles and was completely immersed in the joy of seeing his grandfather. He did not notice the sadness that flashed across his grandfather's eyes.

"Grandfather's body … Very well. He came back in the morning with the doctor's permission, and because he heard from the servant that you were still asleep, he didn't disturb you. "

This was the first time that such a happy smile had appeared on Qiao Chuyang's face.

"Yang'er, tell Grandfather, was the wound on your forehead caused by Ouyang Jingyu?"

The bandage on Qiao Chuyang's forehead was very eye-catching. Even if Murong Langqing wanted to see it on purpose, it was impossible for him to do so.

"Sigh …" Qiao Chuyang sighed softly.

"Grandfather, don't bother with the wound on my head. It's almost fully healed now. Take a seat, I'll go prepare breakfast for you."

Afraid that this would cause his grandfather to worry even more and also afraid that he wouldn't be able to answer his question, Qiao Chuyang quickly kissed Murong Langqing's cheek. Then he turned around and ran towards the kitchen, using the excuse of avoiding Murong Langqing's question.

Looking at Qiao Chuyang's retreating back, Murong Langqing revealed a bitter smile and sighed softly.

"Old Master, Young Master is up. Do you want to go to his study?"

Uncle Wang asked Murong Langqing in a soft voice.

Murong Langqing nodded and with the support of Uncle Wang, they arrived at Ouyang Jingyu's study on the second floor.

"Knock on the door, I still have to face what I have to face. There is no way for me to dodge."

Murong Lanqing's voice was filled with helplessness. It no longer held the lofty and imposing aura that it used to have.

Uncle Wang lightly knocked on the study door.

"Come in." With Ouyang Jingyu's permission, Uncle Wang supported Murong Langqing as they entered Ouyang Jingyu's study.

Ouyang Jingyu was not surprised by Murong Langqing's appearance. He was still leaning back in his chair with a lazy smile on his face. Everything was under his control.

Murong Langqing sat opposite Ouyang Jingyu. He took out a document from his bosom and placed it in front of Ouyang Jingyu.

"This is what you've always wanted. I can give it to you now, but you must promise me that you won't hurt Yang'er anymore and will treat her well. If you can't give her happiness, then release her and let her go in search of her own happiness."

Ouyang Jingyu coldly snorted. It was chilly.

"Do you really think I'll let that bitch go?"

He did not bother to hide the insult he had given to Qiao Chuyang. It made Murong Langqing's face turn ashen.

"Ouyang Jingyu, if you want to take revenge, you can go after me. Even if you want to take revenge on a woman, that doesn't count as your ability. If possible, I'm willing to use my death in exchange for Yang'er's peaceful life."

"Ha, ha, ha!" Ouyang Jingyu suddenly laughed out loud. He took the document Murong Langqing had placed on the table and threw it into the shredder. As he looked at the pieces of paper, a devilish smile appeared on his face.

"Murong Langqing, it's too late! Even if you die now, you won't be able to save your precious grandson. I want her to live in deep water. I want her to suffer retribution for what you did and for what Qiao Gang did."

Ouyang Jingyu slightly bent his body. He placed his hands on Murong Langqing's chair, a cruel bloodlust flashing across his eyes.

Blue veins began to appear on the large hands gripping the chair. Ouyang Jingyu had to exert a great deal of strength in order to force himself to endure the deep pain that seeped into his marrow.

"What are you going to do so that you can let Yang'er go and never hurt her again?"

For the first time, Murong Langqing lowered his head towards Ouyang Jingyu.

"No matter what you do? Murong Langqing, you better not do something that would anger me. Otherwise, the first person to be punished will be the one outside who will prepare breakfast for you. "

A lowly person from Ouyang Jingyu and a lowly person from Ouyang Jingyu had completely infuriated Murong Langqing.

Murong Langqing stood up, and on his incomparably dignified face, there was a livid expression, a cruel and cold expression. He had replaced his original begging.

"Ouyang Jingyu, leave yourself a way out. Otherwise, in the end, you will discover that you have walked into a dead end."

Ouyang Jingyu coldly snorted. His thin lips slightly curled upwards, forming a mocking smile.

"Murong Langqing, what you are facing today is all your own doing. If you had shown more mercy and been less cruel to me, you wouldn't have ended up where you are today."

Ouyang Jingyu couldn't forget how he had been whipped by Murong Langqing. He couldn't forget how Murong Langqing's knife had cut off his skin.

As Ouyang Jingyu thought of this cruel scene, his bloodshot eyes spat out a terrifying amount of anger. A strong hatred burst out of his bloodshot eyes, as if he was a Satan that had just emerged from hell.

Ouyang Jingyu's voice was filled with anger as it echoed within the empty study room. It seemed even more strange and desolate.

"Cough, cough." Cough … Murong Langqing couldn't breathe well. He started coughing violently, and only after spitting out a large mouthful of blood did he stop coughing intensely.

"Ouyang Jingyu, you will regret this. You will definitely regret this!"

"Regret?" Ouyang Jingyu laughed out loud, his thin lips curling up into an ice-cold sneer.

"Murong Langqing, the thing I don't regret the most in this life is having your precious grandson pay a cruel price for what you've done."

Cold and emotionless words came out of Ouyang Jingyu's thin lips.

"If you don't love Chu Yang, why did you marry her?"

Ouyang Jingyu coldly snorted, and his expression became even more vicious.

"Marrying her is only for the sake of the shares in her name. Murong Langqing, it's fortunate that you transferred the shares to that wretched person. Otherwise, she would have no name at all and could be given to me at any time. "She's just a high level courtesan or female."

"Pa!" Ouyang Jingyu's cruel words caused Qiao Chuyang, who was standing at the door, to fall to the ground. The cup of coffee in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Although he already knew that he did not have any status in Ouyang Jingyu's heart, such a declaration still made it difficult for Qiao Chuyang to suppress the pain in his heart. He seemed to have lost all of his strength in an instant.

"You … You beast. "

Qiao Chuyang's pale face made Murong Langqing let out a furious roar. He struggled to stand up, held the walking stick in his hand, and viciously swung it at Ouyang Jingyu.

"You still want to hit me?"

Ouyang Qing's thin lips curled up in a cold ridicule.

He moved quickly to the right, and Murong Langqing, who had already lost his center of gravity, fell towards the ground.

"Grandfather." Qiao Chuyang was so scared that his face turned even paler. He quickly ran to Murong Langqing's side, only to see that there was a huge mouthful of blood at the corner of her lips. Her face was ashen.

"Yang'er …" Outside … Grandfather won't be able to do it anymore. "

Looking at Qiao Chuyang, Murong Langqing's face broke into a smile of happiness. To be able to see his most beloved baby before he died, even if he died, he wouldn't have any regrets.

"Grandfather, you won't die. I won't let you die."

Tears of pain filled Qiao Chuyang's pale face. She struggled to lift Murong Langqing up from the ground.

"Ouyang Jingyu, I'm begging you, help me call a doctor. I'm begging you, you can't die."

Qiao Chuyang placed all his hope on Ouyang Jingyu, but Ouyang Jingyu didn't have any reaction. A dangerous and cruel aura burst out from his hawk-like black eyes, as if he had no intention to make a phone call.

Ouyang Jingyu strode forward with his slender and slender feet. He leisurely arrived in front of Qiao Chuyang.

"Do you know? Seeing Murong Langqing die painfully in front of me is something that I would have wished even in my dreams. Do you think that I would have called the doctor to inform him under these circumstances? "

Ouyang Jingyu's words destroyed all of Qiao Chuyang's hopes.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me? "

Broken syllables spilled from his lips. Qiao Chuyang's swollen eyes were filled with hatred as he looked at Ouyang Jingyu.

"Because he deserves to die, but Qiao Chuyang, let me remind you, even if I inform the doctor now, with his current condition, only death awaits him. Why don't you accept reality and waste the resources of the doctor?"

Qiao Chuyang's eyes were filled with painless grief. Although he knew what Ouyang Jingyu said was the truth, if he saw his grandfather leave right in front of his eyes, he would not be able to accept this cruel reality.

"Uncle Wang, I'm begging you, can you call the doctor for me?"

Qiao Chuyang painfully begged Uncle Wang, who had always taken care of his grandfather. Uncle Wang had a troubled expression on his face. He didn't need to turn his head to confirm that Ouyang Jingyu was glaring at him with a pair of cruel and cold eyes.

"Uncle Wang, you've always been taking care of Grandpa. Don't tell me that you didn't even give Grandpa any hope of survival?"

Uncle Wang sighed.

"Young Master, I really can't do such a cruel thing. If you want to punish me, then punish me."

After saying this, Uncle Wang picked up the phone in his pocket and quickly dialed the hospital's emergency number.

By the time the doctor arrived, Murong Langqing had already lost his breath and had no hope of being treated.

"Grandfather."

Looking at the scene of his grandfather being carried away, Qiao Chu Yang could no longer suppress the pain in his heart. He shouted loudly into the sky. She knelt beside Murong Langqing. Her hoarse voice was filled with endless pain and sorrow.

He cried his heart out. I know what my grandfather is like. There would always be a day when his body left him. However, Qiao Chuyang had never thought that this day would come so early. He could not accept it.

"Ouyang Jingyu, you are the murderer! I want to make your life lower!"

Murong Lanqing was carried away. Qiao Chuyang stared into Ouyang Jingyu's eagle-like black eyes. She would never forget the scene of her grandfather's tragic death. If Ouyang Jingyu hadn't made a move to dodge, her grandfather would never have left her.

"Murderer?"

Ouyang Jingyu laughed out loud. His laughter was filled with ruthlessness and ruthlessness.

"Qiao Chuyang, listen carefully. Your grandfather's body …" Body should not have left the hospital. The reason he sneaked out was because he knew that his life was coming to an end, so he came back to take a last look at you. Even if I didn't dodge, with his body … Body will also die here. If I am the killer, then your father Qiao Gang will be hacked into pieces. "

Ouyang Jingyu's big, sharp hand grabbed Qiao Chuyang's chin with force. It was so hot that it felt like it was tearing and burning. Qiao Chuyang continued to wave his hands, and forcefully struck Ouyang Jingyu's chest.

"If you want me to do something for your grandfather, then stop right now. Otherwise, I'll just throw your grandfather's body into the mountains and make him a delicacy in the belly of a wild beast."

Ouyang Jingyu threatened him, causing Qiao Chu Yang to immediately stop what he was doing. He fell to the ground petrified.