The Favored Heiress
Chapter 201: I Won’t Tell You

Chapter 201: Chapter 201: I Won’t Tell You

Tu Anliang’s tone mixed playfulness with a hint of threat.

Uncle Zhong the Ninth’s right arm was in a cast, and despite his pale face, his tone was very calm, "Don’t even think about it, I won’t tell you."

The dialogue between father and son lacked the warmth of paternal love and filial piety.

Tu Anliang flicked the cigarette with his thumb and index finger, snickered with disgust, and the next instant, he smashed the cigarette butt onto Uncle Zhong the Ninth’s shoulder.

With sparks flying, several small holes were burned into the sick gown on Jiugong’s shoulder and the sofa’s seat cover.

At that moment, looking at the sofa’s seat cover, Uncle Zhong the Ninth reached out with his left hand somewhat strenuously and brushed off the ash, speaking earnestly, "It’s no use getting so mad.

I’m not telling you her identity for your own good. Don’t think that just because you have some ability, you can call the shots in the South Sea.

Have you ever considered, in South Sea City, someone whose information cannot be found, could they be an ordinary person?"

Compared to Tu Anliang’s uncontrollable anger, Uncle Zhong the Ninth appeared very tranquil and accommodating.

Even when the other party threw a cigarette butt on him, he showed no anger, but instead became even more composed as he communicated with Tu Anliang.

Tu Anliang gazed at Uncle Zhong the Ninth with a smirk that was not quite a smile, stepped forward, set his leather shoe right on top of the sofa, and, with one hand, grabbed Uncle Zhong the Ninth’s collar, "Tu Zhong, are you fucking asking for a fight with me?"

Uncle Zhong the Ninth stared back unblinkingly, his eyes filled with pity, and after a long silence, "Ah Liang, over these years..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Tu Anliang’s underlings frantically ran in from outside, "Brother Liang, Brother Liang, something bad has happened at Sleepless City."

At the sound, Tu Anliang glanced at them sideways and asked casually, "What is it this time?"

The underling peeked at Uncle Zhong the Ninth, hurried to Tu Anliang’s side, and whispered something into his ear.

"What did you say? Damn it, back to Sleepless City, fast!"

Tu Anliang’s expression changed drastically, and there was no time to inquire further about Li Qiao and Luoyu’s matters, as he quickly left Room 302 with swift footsteps.

Sleepless City was on fire, and the fire had started unexpectedly.

It was said to be due to aging wiring, the electric wire’s insulation had deteriorated, causing a short circuit and an accidental fire.

Within three minutes, Tu Anliang, with his entourage, hurriedly drove away.

Sleepless City was unoccupied during the day and only opened for business every evening at six o’clock.

Moreover, it was South City’s largest gold mine and the foundation of his wealth accumulation. If the fire was not contained, it would result in severe losses.

On the other side, after Tu Anliang and his men left, Uncle Zhong the Ninth sat alone on the sofa, gazing at the ajar door, and sighed heavily.

He seemed to have aged several years in an instant, his gaze clouded, his shoulders drooping, showing a tiredness that hinted at frailty and decline.

At that moment, the door creaked softly as it was slowly pushed open.

Uncle Zhong the Ninth looked up, startled, "Girl? What are you doing here?"

At the doorway, Li Qiao stood leaning against the door with one leg, her hands in her pockets as she leaned against the door frame, her cool doe eyes sweeping over Jiugong’s body before turning away, "Teacher, let’s go."

She did not say anything nor did she explain, appearing as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Uncle Zhong the Ninth attempted to rise, then seemed to remember something, his midsection sinking, and he remained still, "Girl, you go on, get going, don’t worry about me... "

"Teacher, do you need me to get someone to carry you?" Li Qiao’s tone was very mild, nonchalantly ordinary, without any emotional fluctuation, frighteningly calm.

Uncle Zhong the Ninth looked at Li Qiao, his eyes slowly reddening, he lowered his head to wipe his face, his voice choking with emotion, "You child..."