From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 644 - : 337 Unashamed_3
Chapter 644: 337 Unashamed_3
“I know that, get to the important part.”
“Qinglong Association was established single-handedly by Ran Bowen more than thirty years ago. It is said that he was from the north, and his family of three brothers came to Jiangzhou due to drought in their hometown. At first, they were porters at the dock. Later, Ran Bowen got promoted based on his brute strength and intelligence and became the supervisor of the dock, which laid the foundation for his future career.”
With his eloquent speech, Huang Chao had spent a week mingling in various casinos and nightclubs and finally had a clear understanding of the Qinglong Association and Ran Bowen’s past and present life.
“Ran Bowen had two brothers, Ran Boxue and Ran Bocai. It was rumored that the relationships among the brothers were strained, so Ran Bowen sidelined them. Apart from them, he had three confidants, the three Lu brothers, Lu Ji, Lu Shou, and Lu Chang. However, thirteen years ago, the most trusted Ji Chang suddenly betrayed Ran Bowen and sold him out. Ran Bowen went to Jingzhou to chase after him and then died in Jingzhou.”
As Huang Chao spoke, his saliva splattered everywhere, completely unaware of the serious expression on the young man’s face in front of him.
“How did he die?”
“It’s the secret of the Qinglong Association, I cannot find out. But it has something to do with the Yu Jiang you mentioned. She was a taboo within the Qinglong Association. Some say she was an undercover agent for the police, while others say she was an assassin sent by Ran Bowen’s enemy. In any case, Ran Bowen’s death is tied to Yu Jiang. She’s really a ruthless woman! She went undercover for two years, which shows her patience.”
Qu Feitai suddenly grabbed the bedrail with his fingers turning white from his grip. He took a deep breath and asked, “What happened to Yu Jiang?”
“She disappeared after Ran Bowen died, and even the Qinglong Association has been unable to find her after so many years. She is probably dead by now.”
“Dead?” Qu Feitai’s face turned pale as he held his breath.
Huang Chao finally noticed something was wrong with Qu Feitai. “What… what’s with you? Don’t scare me.”
Qu Feitai suddenly gripped Huang Chao’s hand tightly and said word by word: “Find Yu Jiang, whether she’s dead or alive, if she’s dead, where is she buried?”
“Even the Qinglong Association doesn’t know, how would I? Aren’t you making things difficult for me? Besides, why are you suddenly interested in this woman? She would be in her thirties or forties now, old enough to be your mother! And her grave would probably have grass at least two feet high! Getting involved with the Qinglong Association’s affairs is too dangerous! Curiosity killed the cat.”
Huang Chao used to think that Jiangzhou was a bustling, fashionable, modern city, but after delving deeper, he found that under the glamorous surface, there were turbulent undercurrents that could easily lead to disaster.
Why was Xiao Fei suddenly interested in such matters?
Qu Feitai closed his eyes. The woman’s beautiful, tragic smile seemed to be etched in his mind, impossible to shake off.
Qu Feitai lay back down: “How long until I can be discharged?”
“Dr. Han said we’ll have to wait and see for another two days. Probably the 25th. Then it will be New Year’s Day. We can go back to Jingzhou together.”
“Help me with the discharge procedures tomorrow.” Qu Feitai’s tone was decisive and left no room for doubt.
“Fine, fine, I’ll do as you say. I think your wound has healed quite well anyway.”
Just then, there was a knock on the door of the hospital room. Huang Chao looked up, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Such well-proportioned chest muscles, perfect hips, and heavenly long legs – a walking package of pheromones!
Yun Mo entered expressionlessly and handed a gold-embossed invitation to Qu Feitai.
“Young Master, this invitation is from the Zhu family. On New Year’s Day, Madam Zhu is celebrating her seventieth birthday, and she would like you to attend.”
Qu Feitai took the invitation and opened it, revealing a rare smile.
“These are Ming Jing’s handwriting.”
Red paper and golden script, Qu Feitai’s name was written with grandiosity, especially the character for ‘fei,’ which had the vigor of a soaring dragon.
Qu Feitai planned to make a rubbing of these characters and use it as his autograph in the future.
“Madam Zhu? Isn’t that Ms. Ming Jing’s grandmother?” Huang Chao knew they wouldn’t be going back to Jingzhou for New Year’s Day now.
This guy went crazy whenever Ming Jing was involved.
Qu Feitai read the invitation several times before closing it and placing it on his chest.
Yun Mo said: “Young Master, I have prepared the gift for you.”
“No need, I’ll prepare it myself.” A gift for an elderly person couldn’t be perfunctory, especially not for Ming Jing’s grandmother.
Yun Mo said nothing and turned to leave. Huang Chao hurriedly followed, “Brother Yun Mo, wait for me…!”
Yun Mo stopped, turned his head, and gave him a cold glare.
Huang Chao had no doubt that in the next moment, Yun Mo would charge up and strangle him to death.
“If I hear you call me like that again, I’ll rip your tongue out.” With that, Yun Mo left with a disgusted look.
Huang Chao held his chest and stared at the man’s retreating figure. “Even angry, he’s so handsome! It’s killing me…
Qu Feitai thought for a while and then made a call.
“Hello?”
“It’s me.”
“Qu Feitai?” Zhao Qin was surprised and double-checked her phone, thinking she might have dialed the wrong number.
This guy had threatened her last time, and now he was calling her on his own initiative.
The sun must be rising in the west.
“Your mother is not having an easy life now, is she?”
“What does that have to do with you? You look down on us Rans, don’t you? Why would you suddenly care about us?”
Beggars can’t be choosers. But why did Qu Feitai call her?
“Ming Jing was hurt in the arm; since she has let you off, do you think I would?”
Zhao Qin’s breathing hitched, followed quickly by a snicker. “Who do you think you are? Just a singer who sells smiles, thinking you’re something special?”
“My surname is Qu, and my original name is Qu Lanzhou.”
Zhao Qin’s mocking smile stuck on her face as it grew more distorted.
“What is your relationship with Qu Lanting?”
“What do you think?” Qu Feitai leaned lazily back on the bed, took an orange segment, and popped it in his mouth.
“What do you want to do?” Zhao Qin gripped her phone tightly.
She had known since long before not to mess with anyone from the Qu family.
The Rans’ fortunes took a turn for the worse after Ran Bowen died. The Qinglong Association’s wealth did not evaporate overnight. After all, a dying camel is still bigger than a horse. However, they somehow got on the wrong side of the Qu family in Jingzhou and suffered relentless retaliation, leading to their downfall.
She had never imagined that Qu Feitai was from the Qu family as they wouldn’t have let one of their own enter the entertainment industry.
“It’s simple. Help me find someone.”
This kind of secret could only be known by insiders of the Qinglong Association.
Qu Feitai looked at his open palm, knowing that from now on, he would never be able to hold a gun, forced to give up on his dream and selectively forget those memories.
But when he saw Ming Jing, the sincere and clean girl, he dared not get close to her.
He wanted to shatter the dream and pay back the debts he owed personally, so he could face her with a clear conscience and walk up to her cleanly.
