C75

Chapter 75 - With me here

Do you believe in life?

Liang Jia often didn't believe in fate when she was young. She only believed in opportunity. With her young age, she could only listen to her mother's arrangements. She could not eat too much every meal, and she could only eat three times for each dish.

No matter how tasty it was, it was tempting.

She was someone who had been taught by such a strict mother Zhou.

Therefore, at this moment, in front of the kidnapper, she was so nervous that she was about to suffocate. However, she still maintained her calm and expressionless face. However, everything was broken when Zhou Weiqing and his men rushed in.

As soon as Zhou Xing Chen stepped out of the car, he couldn't help but rush inside. Jin Xuan held onto Young Master Zhou, who was about to rush in. He frowned, and it was rare for him to not show his usual fawning smile, with a serious face he said: "Young Master Zhou, you entered with no weapons in your hands, do you want to die or do you want to be buried for your sister-in-law?"

Zhou Xing Chen glanced at him, his rationality returning to normal. With a gloomy face, he muttered to himself, "Give me the gun." You guys surround them from all sides. " Jin Xuan's back couldn't help but feel a chill. That's right, when young master Zhou gets angry, he will let out a smile.

Without waiting for Jin Xuan's reply, Zhou Xing Chen took the spear from the man beside him and strode forward.

Everything was ready, except for the east wind.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet. Liang Jia lowered her head and felt a burning pain on her face. An hour had passed and the kidnappers had begun to grow impatient. She curled her lips in a mocking smile.

She had thought that he would be kidnapped because of Xia Qin'er or the Zhou family, but she had never expected it to be because of Li Yin. She wholeheartedly cared for her little brother. She did not hesitate to hide it from the Zhou family's little brother! And her little brother, in exchange for this group of people who wanted money more than their lives, might even kill her in the next second.

She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed for a miracle.

At the same time, someone flipped the railing and jumped down from the roof. Several men jumped off the railing and pointed their guns at the kidnappers.

The slightly fat man who was pointed at didn't seem to give up. He wanted to pick up the gun on the small wooden table, but Jin Xuan, who was behind him, chuckled. With a gunshot, the fat man's hand immediately pierced a hole, and was screaming in pain.

Their eyes met.

Liang Jia was sitting on an old wooden chair, and water was slowly dripping down her hair. Drops of sticky sweat mixed with water moistened the ground, and her face was pale, her mouth dry, and there were a few large red marks on her face. Her slender white hands were tied behind the chair, and the shocking red marks pricked Zhou Xing Chen's eyes.

He slowly squatted down. His eagle-eyes were looking at her tenderly now, as if he was afraid of hurting her again. He carefully stroked her face. His voice was somewhat hoarse as he asked in a low voice, "Who hit him?"

Liang Jia stared at him blankly, her eyes gradually turning red. A line of crystal tears suddenly flowed out of the corner of her eyes, wetting his slender fingers.

It should be because he felt wronged, because he felt wronged too much, so he couldn't help but shed tears.

He was probably afraid, because he was too scared, so a deep red mark unconsciously appeared on his palm.

At this moment, her tears were like pearls that had their string cut as they flowed out. She rarely cried like this, and when she was in the Zhou Mansion, she had to maintain the appearance of a matriarch in front of Liang Ri. She wanted to tell him all of her grievances. She choked with sobs, but for some reason, her words were stuck in her throat as if she had been pressed down by a button, unable to speak.

Zhou Xing Chen was afraid that his touch would hurt her, so his hand went stiff on her face. Taking a deep breath, he cautiously asked, "Did I hurt you?"

Hearing this, Liang Jia shook her head like a rattle and once again choked with sobs, unable to speak. Liang Jia really thought that this kind of gentleness was a dream. Since when did she become so open and sincere in front of him? 'Is this good or bad? She is so reliant on him … '

Seeing that she did not speak, Zhou Xing Chen's heart throbbed slightly. He felt a sharp pain as his fingers gently caressed her skin. He sighed with pity.

She had never cried like this, even when he was unreasonable and unreasonable, even when he hurt her time and time again, she would only smile in relief, relaxed and magnanimous, never showing the slightest hint of it on her face.

But now, as he looked at her, every tear that fell from her eyes was like a knife cutting through him.

She had been by his side for many years, and for the first time he realized how fragile this woman was.

He stood up and gently took her in his arms. He had actually neglected such an important matter, causing her to suffer for more than a few more minutes. He deserved to die, but seeing her in such a state, Zhou Weiqing couldn't help but go crazy. He closed his eyes, patient his heart, and took off his black coat to cover Liang Jia's body.

Reaching out his hand, he rubbed Liang Jia's soft and stiff hands. He gently said, "Jia'er, don't be afraid. I'm here."

Liao Jia seemed a little embarrassed as she stopped crying. Raising her head, her eyes reddened slightly, and Zhou Xing Chen's heart twitched slightly, avoiding the gaze that made his heart ache. Lifting his eyes, the tenderness in his body vanished, replaced by a piercing gaze, as if he had transformed from a man with a loving wife into a living Shura.

The surrounding people unconsciously shivered.

Although Liang Jia hadn't said anything, Zhou Xing Chen was still young master Zhou after all. After so many years of immersion in the mall, he had long since acquired a pair of eagle-looking eyes. He tugged at his lips, looking sharply at the helpless man next to Jin Xuan.

The man looked as if he had been frightened by Zhou Xing Chen. He took a few steps forward and kowtowed to Zhou Xing Chen. "Young Master Zhou, Young Master Zhou, I didn't mean to … I really didn't know she was your lover."

A faint smile appeared on Zhou Xing Chen's face as he stared at the man kneeling in front of him. In the next second, he kicked the man hard in the chest, and with a groan, Zhou Chen looked at him with disgust. "Cut off his right hand for me!"

There was no hesitation, no discussion.

A few of the men immediately walked forward and pulled the kneeling man to a stop a few meters away from him. Zhou Xing Chen paused for a moment before muttering to himself, "A few more meters and gag him." After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and looked at Liang Jia with a gentle gaze. Her large hand lightly covered her eyes. "Shh, good girl. We're not going to watch."

Liang Jia had been stunned when she heard Zhou Xing Chen say that he would cut off the man's right hand. Before she could even react, a pair of large hands gently wrapped around her eyes.

The man whispered in her ear.

Fine, I won't look.

Having been in the Zhou Family for so many years, she had seen Zhou Xing Chen before, and even when facing such a situation, Liang Jia had been prepared for it. Even when she chopped off someone's right hand, Liang Jia had not been the least bit surprised, but she was still shocked by Zhou Xing Chen's gentleness. Surprised that he would take care of her feelings.

She really, really could love him.

Liang Jia's eyes were closed, and the sound of rustling could be heard. From start to finish, she did not see that bloody scene.

When she opened her eyes, that man had already disappeared, leaving only a pool of thick, bright red blood. When Liang Jia saw this, she felt slightly nauseous.

However, Zhou Xing Chen remained calm throughout. He turned around and said to a suntanned man, "Officer Li, I'll have to trouble you to make this trip." Glimmers danced in his eyes. "These people deserve all of their crimes."

Officer Li? Liang Jia's eyelids twitched involuntarily. She finally understood why Zhou Weiqing had come to this place, why he had been able to rescue Li Yin time and time again.

Liang Jia was silent.

Zhou Xing Chen embraced her, carefully helping her walk towards the door, afraid of hurting her.

Outside the door, Li Yin braked the car and rushed inside before he even got out of the car.

Liang Jia's eyes became slightly cold the moment she saw him. She stared at him with somewhat loathing. Li Yin still wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and barely managed to utter two words, "Sister …"

Zhou Xing Chen glared at him, his eyes dark.

Elder sister?

How could he call her sister again!

Anger immediately flared up in Liang Jia's heart. Before Li Yin could continue, she raised her hand as if she had used all her strength and ruthlessly slapped him.

"Young mistress …" Li Yin's eyes were slightly wet, and he felt a burning pain on his face. He still wanted to say something, but in the next second, his eyes suddenly widened as he saw Liang Jia fall limply onto his face.

"Jia'er!"

Zhou Xing Chen was quick to react. He reached out and grabbed Liang Jia, examining her breathing before looking at him gloomily. With a dark expression, he viciously kicked Li Yin's leg, threatening him with a threatening tone, "You'd better be sensible."

With these words, he no longer looked at Li Yin, and quickly walked back to the car with Liang Jia in his arms.

If anything happened to Jia Er, he, Li Yin, could only wait for death.

Her head felt drowsy, as if she had returned to a fever that no one paid any attention to, or as if she had just been knocked unconscious by a kidnapper. She repeated herself over and over again like a nightmare, and everything was quiet, as if she was the only one left in the world.

No, no.

She whispered and struggled.

In the hospital, Zhou Xing Chen was holding onto Liang Jia's slender white hand, pressing it against her forehead. In the hospital, Zhou Xing Chen was holding onto Liang Jia's slender white hand, pressing it against her forehead.

He had never seen Zhou Weiqing in such a rush before. Even if he was in pain or Xia Qin'er was sick in the past, he had never been so anxious before. He lowered his head and said respectfully: "Young Master Zhou, your wife only has a small fever. Now that she has a fever, she can rest a little longer."

Zhou Xing Chen glared at him, his gaze dark. "If you can't even cure a small fever, what use do you have?" "All of you, get out."

Young Master Zhou, even if you want to treat a fever, it's impossible for you to recover in half an hour.

Even though he felt wronged, the doctor didn't dare to say anything else. He immediately led the nurses and left without forgetting to close the door before leaving.

Liang Jia, who was lying on the bed, seemed to be startled by Zhou Xing Chen's impatient roar. She slowly opened her eyes. He saw Zhou Xing Chen standing beside the bed with an irritated expression on his face.

"Xing Chen?" she said weakly.

Zhou Xing Chen lowered his head and saw Liang Jia open her eyes. He let out a breath of relief. "You're awake?" He sat down and reached out his hand to gently stroke her hair as if she were still a child.

If Dad were him, it would be nice to be a kid.

Liang Jia seemed to have thought of something as the corner of his mouth slightly widened into a smile. Then, he seemed to have thought of something and his smile froze. "She patted Zhou Xing Chen's hand to comfort him. She had long since forgotten who it was that had cried like this:" Xing Chen, I want to eat porridge. "