After Being Targeted By A Younger, Obsessive Tycoon, Mei Qiang Was In A Terrible Predicament - Chapter 5

Yan Qingming stood before the gas stove, rubbing his aching lower back while stirring the noodles in the pot with a pair of chopsticks.

Qi Xiaolin’s face bore marks, the result of Yan Qingming’s fingernails. He scowled at Yan Qingming and said with visible displeasure, “Why do you fight like a woman? You even resort to scratching.”

Yan Qingming did not look up and replied, “I could hardly stab you with a knife.”

Qi Xiaolin snorted coldly and said in a deep voice, “Tomorrow, you are forbidden from going to work. Resign from that job. As for those cats you picked up from wherever, take them back to where you found them. My tolerance for you keeping Carl here is already my absolute limit.”

The Blue Bay Shepherd turned its head upon hearing its name. This dog had been by Yan Qingming’s side for a long time, ever since he and Yan Qingming first got together, and it was now quite elderly.

Yan Qingming remained silent. Just as Qi Xiaolin was about to speak further, his phone rang. His train of thought interrupted, he looked down at the screen to see the name “Ren Jue” displayed and slid the phone to answer.

“What is it?”

Ren Jue’s voice carried a hint of hesitation. “Brother Qi, we are currently searching the site near A Island for the specific location of the old master and mistress’s deaths. Near the lighthouse, we found a human tibia. Based on our preliminary assessment, it belongs to a middle-aged male between forty and forty-five years old. There are irregular knife marks on the surface of the bone, estimated to have been made over a decade ago.”

As those words were spoken, Qi Xiaolin’s grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white. A middle-aged man between forty and forty-five.

He remained silent for a long time, the stillness becoming suffocatingly eerie.

The voice on the other end called out, “Brother Qi? Brother Qi, are you still listening?”

It took a long while for Qi Xiaolin to recover his voice. “I am listening.”

The other party continued, “Near the lighthouse, we also found scraps of a shirt with bloodstains. Based on the pattern and style, they appear to belong to a teenager of about fourteen. Given the level of decay, it matches the timeline of the remains of the tibia. We have not yet discovered any remains of the teenager.”

Hearing this, Qi Xiaolin felt as if his chest were blocked by a heavy stone, making every breath an immense struggle. A clear, refined silhouette flashed through his mind, and every time he recalled it, it felt as though his heart were being carved out. Qingyan.

His voice was laced with exhaustion. “Ren Jue, send everything you have found back to Qingcheng for DNA testing.”

Even though he had long suspected that he had been murdered, he still could not bring himself to accept the confirmation.

The caller acknowledged this and added, “Brother Qi, that is all we have found for now. We have dug through the entire area, but we have found no other bones. We suspect that the people from the Yan family dismembered the bodies.”

To put it bluntly, they had been chopped up.

Qi Xiaolin said in a low voice, “I understand.”

He hung up. In the kitchen, Yan Qingming had already turned off the stove and brought out the longevity noodles, placing them on the dining table. “It is ready,” he said to Qi Xiaolin.

The noodles were prepared with great care, topped with a fried egg. Yan Qingming handed the chopsticks to him, but the man before him made no move to take them for a long while.

Yan Qingming looked up, only to find Qi Xiaolin staring at him with a complex and profound expression. Suddenly, Qi Xiaolin swung his hand, knocking the bowl off the table. With a sharp crack, the white porcelain bowl shattered, and the noodles and broth splattered all over the floor.

The sudden turn of events stunned Yan Qingming.

Qi Xiaolin uttered a single word in a cold voice: “Get out!”

He walked past Yan Qingming and headed out the door without looking back, slamming the heavy security door behind him with a thunderous bang.

The sound finally brought Yan Qingming back to his senses. He looked down at the ruined meal, his face strangely devoid of any emotion. He slowly crouched down and reached out to pick up the shards of white porcelain. The sharp edges sliced his fingertips, and bright red blood seeped out, trailing across his fair skin and dripping onto the floor, creating small, crimson stains.

Yan Qingming stared vacantly at the wounds on his fingertips and murmured, “Did you not like it?”