nashuaworldcup Chapter 307 The Beauty and the Boss's Love and Career (60 words)
Chapter 307 The Beauty and the Boss's Love and Career (60 words)
Without the slightest hesitation, Li Que turned and ran into the darkness.
His footsteps quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor, leaving only a series of rapid echoes.
Jun Sui took a deep breath, suppressing the anxiety and doubt that welled up inside him due to the sudden change in the case, and took a steady step forward.
His gaze was fixed on Ruan An, trying to penetrate the mysterious facade and dig out a clue to the case from his expression and subtle movements.
He bent slightly forward, leaning his upper body forward, trying to make his tall figure appear less intimidating.
He forced a gentle smile onto his face, though it seemed somewhat forced in the context of the bloody and bizarre scene.
“Ruan An,”
When Jun Sui spoke, his voice was deep and steady, each word seeming to be slowly exhaled from his chest, carrying a reassuring power.
"What exactly is going on?
Why are you here?
"We...Luo Yan must be very worried about you."
He deliberately slowed down his speech, enunciating each word clearly, in an attempt to soothe Ruan An's emotions and help him relax.
"Tell us everything you know, okay?"
No matter what happens, we will help you.
He paused slightly, his eyes revealing sincerity.
"Only you can help us figure this out now; you are the key to solving this mystery."
Ruan An did not answer, but just looked at him quietly.
His eyes were unusually calm, like a stagnant pool without any ripples, yet seemingly concealing endless secrets.
The subtle chill emanating from that calm sent a shiver down Jun Sui's spine.
His lips were tightly closed, like a door that was impossible to pry open, refusing to reveal any information.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze in the eerie silence, and everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound.
Everyone craned their necks, their eyes fixed on Ruan An, afraid of missing any detail;
The guards gripped their weapons tightly, their bodies tense, the atmosphere as tense as a fully drawn bowstring.
Ran Cang's eyes reddened, and tears welled up in them.
"Soft,"
Ran Cang spoke, his voice heavy with sobs, hoarse as if it had been sanded.
“I know you must have your reasons. Something terrible must have happened to make you like this.”
She spoke quickly, her words filled with anxiety and concern, every word brimming with her heartache for Ruan An.
"No matter what happens, really, we will never blame you."
Don't be afraid, and don't bear it all alone. Tell us about all your grievances, fears, and everything else, okay?
We are family. We'll face any difficulties together.
If you keep keeping it all inside, it will only make us feel worse, worse than you can imagine.
As she spoke, her voice trembled more and more violently, like a leaf shivering in the cold wind.
She slowly raised her hands, then gently clasped them together in front of her chest, as if praying, or pleading with Ruan An not to bear all of this alone.
As everyone waited anxiously, time seemed to stretch out infinitely, and every second felt like an unbearable ordeal.
Ruan An's lips finally moved slightly, as if she were squeezing out a few words through her teeth, her voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping, as she spoke, word by word:
"I killed that person."
The moment those five words were uttered, it was as if an invisible force instantly sucked all the air out of the room, plunging everyone into a near-suffocating silence.
Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, unable to believe their ears.
Yun Suisi, who had been staring intently into Ruan An's eyes, suddenly had his pupils contract as if he had been stung by a bright light.
The expression on his face froze instantly, as if covered by a layer of frost. A complex emotion flashed across his originally expectant eyes.
There was a deep shock in it, as if I had been struck by a thunderbolt.
Deeply puzzled, countless questions swirled in my mind, yet I could find no answers.
The crowd erupted into a cacophony of voices, as if a switch had been suddenly flipped, and a commotion instantly broke out.
An elderly minister, his white beard trembling slightly with excitement.
His face was full of doubt, and his voice unconsciously rose, almost shouting:
"How is this possible? How could a child do such a thing?"
This completely overturns my understanding; there must be more to this than meets the eye!
His eyes were filled with disbelief as he spoke, shaking his head repeatedly as if to deny the facts before him.
A short, stocky soldier quickly chimed in, a hint of schadenfreude on his face:
"You can know a person's face but not their heart. They seem so well-behaved on ordinary days, but I never expected them to be such a ruthless character!"
Perhaps they've harbored ill intentions all along, but have simply been good at hiding them.
As he spoke, he made faces and gestures, stirring up the emotions of those around him.
A commotion immediately arose in the crowd, with people whispering among themselves and glancing at Ruan An from time to time.
His eyes were filled with suspicion and fear, as if Ruan An were a demon crawling out of hell.
The guards also began to whisper among themselves, their faces filled with confusion and unease.
A young guard frowned and whispered to his companion beside him:
"I used to think this child looked innocent, but now it seems he's quite shrewd."
We've been guarding this palace, thinking we could see through everything, but we've been fooled by this child.
His companion nodded slightly, his grip on his weapon trembling slightly, whether from nervousness or anger, and replied in a low voice:
"Yes, this case is getting weirder and weirder. Who would have thought it would turn out like this? How are we going to investigate now?"
Amidst the chaotic and noisy discussions, everyone's attention was drawn to Ruan An, and no one noticed Ran Cang's actions.
She turned slightly to the side, her back to the crowd, and looked directly at Ruan An.
A barely perceptible hint of relief flashed in her eyes, which were originally red and swollen from crying.
Her chest rose and fell slightly as she exhaled softly, as if a huge, heavy stone that had been weighing on her heart for a long time had been lifted.
"A scoundrel is dead, so be it."
Ran Cang's voice was extremely low, almost drowned out by the surrounding noise, yet it carried a morbid sense of satisfaction, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.
"As long as you're okay."
A strange smile appeared on her lips.
That smile seemed particularly sinister in the dim, blood-stained room, like a mockery from the depths of darkness.
Her body trembled slightly, whether from excitement or some other emotion, her hands were clenched tightly together, her knuckles turned white from the force, and the veins on the back of her hands bulged slightly.
At this moment, Ran Cang was completely different from the Ran Cang that everyone knew.
Beneath that gentle and kind exterior, a secret seems to be hidden, quietly surfacing amidst the chaos.
Her eyes gleamed with a fanatical light as she stared intently at Ruan An.
Everything else becomes insignificant in order to protect him, even two precious lives.
In her world, Ruan An's safety seemed to be above all else; morality and law were thrown to the back of her mind at this moment.
This almost insane obsession gave her an aura of danger and morbidity.
The murmurs of the crowd grew louder and louder, surging and echoing like a tidal wave in the small, blood-soaked room, one wave higher than the next, almost threatening to overturn the room.
Suddenly, someone shouted at the top of their lungs:
"Perhaps he also killed Master Sun!"
This sound was like a bombshell, instantly making the already noisy scene even more out of control.
The crowd's emotions were completely ignited, their eyes filled with fanaticism and obsession.
"Yes!"
A portly, wealthy businessman, his face jiggling with fat, had an excited and gloating look in his eyes, as if he had discovered a huge secret.