Defrosting The Cold Young Master
Chapter 1224: 1228: As If a Dream at the Snap of the Fingers

Chapter 1224: Chapter 1228: As If a Dream at the Snap of the Fingers

Four people were unceremoniously thrown onto the street, tumbling to the ground.

An Zhenglin’s palm was scraped, bleeding profusely.

He lay on the ground, watching the towering skyscrapers in front of him with a dazed expression, as if in another world.

Married to Lou Jiayao, he, a farmer’s son, suddenly had everything.

A dozen years seemed like a fleeting dream.

Everything he owned was lost overnight.

Now, he had no car, no house, no savings; his entire net worth was probably the few thousand yuan in his wallet.

Former friends, out of fear of Zhou Shengqian, avoided him at all costs, lest they be implicated themselves.

He was at the end of his rope.

He slowly sat up from the ground, looking at Pang Xiangwen with an unfathomably dark gaze, “Lou Ning has taken back the Lou Group. He will certainly go to his grandparents’ and mother’s graves to pay his respects… If Lou Ning dies, I am the only legitimate heir… Pang Xiangwen, do you understand what I’m saying?”

Pang Xiangwen thought about what was to come and shuddered in fear.

But she had no choice.

She had lost everything.

She didn’t know how, but all of her secretly hoarded wealth had been frozen.

She was completely destitute.

If she didn’t do as An Zhenglin said, her ultimate fate would be extreme poverty and starvation on the streets.

Death seemed certain either way, but if Lou Ning died, An Zhenglin could inherit all of Lou Ning’s wealth, and her two children could continue to live in luxury, rather than dying alongside her on the street.

A mother’s strength is mighty.

For her children, she could do anything!

She closed her eyes, took several deep breaths, and her face gradually hardened with determination.

*

In the evening.

After paying respects to his grandparents and mother, Lou Ning walked down the mountain road.

Halfway through, he saw a person lying across the path, curled up, motionless, without any sign of life or death.

Lou Ning quickly approached.

Xiu Qi hurriedly reached out to stop him, “Master Lou, let’s just go take a look.”

“No need,” Lou Ning glanced at him, his eyes deep with a plan, “Stay away from me, I have my own calculations, don’t worry.”

He walked briskly towards the person.

As he reached the body and crouched down to check, the person’s face was towards the ground. Just as he reached out to move the head to check for breath, to see if the person was dead or alive,

Suddenly, the person lunged at him with a knife.

A mocking smile appeared on Lou Ning’s lips as he sidestepped, avoiding the fatal blow.

The knife sunk into his arm.

As the knife struck Lou Ning’s arm, Xiu Qi and Xiu Yuan rushed forward, kicking the attacker away.

The person was sent flying more than a meter, spitting out a mouthful of blood as the knife clattered to the ground.

Curling up in pain and after a moment of endurance, the person squirmed, reaching out in an attempt to retrieve the knife, but someone stepped on the handle.

Lou Ning, holding his injured arm, looked down at her with a mocking cold laugh, “Pang Xiangwen, can’t find a place to eat? How do you think jail food is? Although not tasty, it’s at least free, right?”

Pang Xiangwen, clutching her stomach, looked up at him with difficulty, trembling with both rage and fear, “You… you…”

Lou Ning continued to mockingly smile at her, “Pang Xiangwen, do you know? I’ve dreamt of sending you to jail. Now, I finally can.”