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Chapter 81 - 81 81 How to Thank

Chapter 81: Chapter 81 How to Thank Chapter 81: Chapter 81 How to Thank Screams, ghostly and wolf-like, echoed from the direction of the container.

Qiao De was terrified, his tall lean body curling up into a ball as Qiao En reached out to pat his shoulder, and then she reached out to press the car lock.

“Don’t worry, nothing will happen.”

Qiao De was frightened; he held his head with his body trembling slightly.

Qiao En’s gaze peered through the car window, the car was at a distance from the container, she could only hear the sounds but could not see what was happening there.

Suddenly, all the doors of a black van parked in the distance flung open, and a group of young men in black shorts and black masks charged towards them.

They moved like a flood of beasts, with an overwhelming momentum.

Qiao En quickly lowered her head, trying her best not to be noticed by those people.

Whether they were friends or foes, she hadn’t figured that out yet, all she could do was to watch and wait.

The group swarmed towards the container, and the sounds of clashing grew even louder.

“Sister, Doctor Ding is alone.”

Qiao De lifted his head from the gap in the car seat, his face half-covered in sweat.

He knew he had caused a big trouble, and he also knew that this trouble could lead to a huge disaster.

And Ding Hao was innocent.

“Stay here and don’t move, I’m going to check it out.”

Qiao En opened the car door, she made Qiao De lock it from the inside, and then she crouched down and moved towards the container.

The fighting noises had stopped by the time Qiao En approached; she could hear someone begging as their head hit the ground.

“Grandpa, please spare me this once; I didn’t recognize Tai Shan.”

Surprisingly, the voice came from the tattooed man.

Qiao En’s tensed heart eased a bit, and she walked straight towards the entrance.

The group of men in black formed a circle, with the tattooed man’s gang kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

Ding Hao sat on a chair with his legs fronted, squinting his charming eyes, wiping a golf club carefully with a tissue.

His movements were slow, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

“Damn it, look at yourself in a puddle of piss, older than me and you want to be my grandson.”

As he spoke, he flung the tissue towards the tattooed man’s face.

The tattooed man’s face contorted more bitterly than a bitter gourd, his previous arrogance gone, replaced only by terror and confusion.

He kept kowtowing on the ground.

“Ancestor, ancestor… you are my ancestor.”

“Do I look like a dead person?”

Ding Hao swung the golf club, landing it unmercifully on the tattooed man’s back.

The man’s body jerked, whether from pain or fear.

“Dad, dad… you are my real dad.”

The tattooed man was babbling incoherently.

Evildoers deserved severe punishment, Qiao En felt no sympathy for the tattooed man.

Suddenly, Ding Hao noticed her at the door.

He immediately stood up and walked towards Qiao En.

“En’en, what are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you to wait in the car? It’s dirty and messy here, go back to the car, I’ll be there soon, okay?”

In front of everyone, Ding Hao’s tone softened, his aura completely vanished, his eyes full of Qiao En.

“I have a few questions to ask him.”

Qiao En walked past Ding Hao, straight towards the tattooed man.

She was not a vague person, she wanted everything clear and resolved.

“I already warned you not to lend money to Qiao De anymore, why did you still do it?”

Qiao En shouted sternly.

The tattooed man dared not lift his head, his body shrinking as if wishing he could disappear on the spot.

Seeing him remain silent, Ding Hao’s golf club landed on the tattooed man’s head.

“I’ll count to three, if you don’t speak, I’ll blow your head off!”

“1.”

“2.”

Ding Hao hadn’t reached three when the tattooed man promptly spoke up.

“It was him… it was him who called us for help,” he said… he said he’d run into an emergency and needed five hundred thousand. So… we lent it to him.”

Five hundred thousand, a less than ten-day borrowing period, with interest compounding quickly to a million.

“Fuck, you really hit hard!”

Ding Hao exploded with another curse, swung his golf club up, and struck the man with the flower tattoo on his shoulder.

He writhed in pain on the ground, convulsing, but dared not make a sound.

“I will repay you the money, but not a million.”

Qiao En spoke resolutely.

The flower-tattooed man nodded fervently, “Five hundred thousand, just five hundred thousand, we don’t want your interest.”

But as soon as he finished speaking, Ding Hao’s golf club was resting on his forehead again.

“Say it again, let the old man hear.”

The flower-tattooed man hesitated slightly, then quickly got the point, “Ma’am, you have never owed me money, it was my lack of tact that offended you.”

Ding Hao was satisfied with his response, his eyes squinting as he looked toward Qiao En, “Let’s go.”

Meeting violence with violence, strength with strength, this tactic is not useful on everyone, but for people like the flower-tattooed man, it is lethal.

“From now on, never lend money to my brother again, or else—”

“Or else the old man will make your head relocate!”

Ding Hao picked up Qiao En’s line.

The flower-tattooed man had met his match today, instantly conceded defeat, raising his right hand to swear, “I will remember, if I dare to do it again, may I be struck by a car the moment I step outside.”

“Get lost—”

At Ding Hao’s command, the flower-tattooed man and his guys scrambled out of the container.

“Disperse.”

He then told the men in black suits, who immediately scattered.

Inside the container, only Qiao En and Ding Hao were left.

His face charming and beguiling, he tossed aside his golf club and opened his arms to embrace Qiao En.

“You must be scared, huh? En’en.”

Qiao En stepped back, dodging Ding Hao’s embrace.

“Mr. Ding, this place isn’t safe, let’s hurry up and leave.”

Ding Hao’s arms fell emptily, but he didn’t give up, naturally wrapping his hand around Qiao En’s shoulder.

“Let’s go, I’ll take you to the hospital first.”

In the car, Qiao De still curled up between the seats, like an ostrich.

“I’m sorry, Doctor Ding.”

Qiao De had been crying, his nose buzzing as he apologized.

Ding Hao patted Qiao De on the shoulder, “It’s a trivial matter, don’t dwell on it. From now on, just listen to your sister.”

In the carriage, Qiao En held Qiao De’s hand tightly, her family, the warmth she always protected.

The car soon arrived at the hospital, where Ding Hao had contacted doctors in advance, and the medical staff were ready with a stretcher waiting for them.

Qiao De’s old injuries hadn’t healed yet, and new injuries had been added, requiring detailed examination.

He was pushed into the examination room.

Ding Hao arranged everything and upon returning found Qiao En guarding outside the examination room, arms crossed, he quickly approached.

“Don’t be afraid, En’en, you have me!”

As he spoke, he reached out again to embrace Qiao En’s shoulders.

This time, Qiao En still dodged.

Social obligations are one thing, personal feelings another, Qiao En knew how to separate them clearly.

“Mr. Ding, thank you.”

Qiao En’s expression was calm and distant.

Ding Hao was a smart man; Qiao En had refused him so many times, he clearly understood her stance.

But understanding it didn’t mean he accepted it willingly.

He had done so much for Qiao En, had it been any other woman, she might have succumbed to him long ago, yet her heart remained iron-clad.

The more unattainable she was, the more he wanted her.

He closed in, one hand against the wall, his commanding presence billowing over her from above, his deep eyes enveloping Qiao En, that familiar mischievous smile reappearing at the corner of his mouth.

“How will you thank me?”