Chapter 128: Reclaim Everything

But she still hated Song Huan Yan intensely!

She hated that Song Huan Yan, with such a good fate, actually married Nan Gong Yu, and from then on stayed lofty, out of reach!

That is... the position of the First Lady!

She hated even more that Song Huan Yan ran into her at the hospital, making her so miserable now!

No, no!

She must find a way to recover.

There must be a way.

Right!

Qiao An suddenly remembered that the Bieshu and the car were both in her name.

Since that's the case, they're hers!

Fortunately, she didn't lose out either.

An 800‑million Bieshu plus a car worth several tens of millions...

And also an unlimited‑limit card.

But the card can be suspended at any time.

However, there's also... a necklace, right!

The necklace around her neck is also worth over a hundred million.

Nan Gong Jue didn't reclaim it yesterday.

So it seems it won't be reclaimed.

Indeed, to him these sums are just pocket change.

Thinking of this, Qiao An didn't know whether to laugh or to weep.

They had only been together for a brief two weeks, and he had already given so much.

But she lost him.

Qiao An genuinely felt sorrow for a few seconds.

She then quickly took off the necklace and slipped it into her bag to hide it.

Now... she needs to go to the Bieshu; the property deed is still inside the Bieshu.

She must retrieve the deed and then drive the car away.

These are all hers!

Altogether, that's nearly a billion!

For her, that's already celestial wealth.

After obtaining it, if Nan Gong Jue still refuses to reconcile with her.

After a while, she'll sell them all.

Holding a billion, she can count herself as a top‑tier rich lady.

Thinking that, Qiao An immediately got in the car and set off.

When she arrived at the Bieshu district, she was unexpectedly stopped at the gate.

Security said her car wasn't registered, she wasn't the owner, and she wasn't allowed to enter.

Qiao An immediately retorted, "I'm definitely the owner! Otherwise, why am I here? My property deed is inside the Bieshu! Check it—building one, unit one, number one, that's my house!"

Security, however, looked skeptical, "Looking at the car you drive and the way you dress, you don't seem like someone who could buy a house here."

This is, after all, Kyoto's top‑tier Bieshu district.

A few years ago, the Imperial Emperor's faction developed Imperial Court No. 1, a high‑end villa residential area.

Previously, Nan Gong Jue brought her here; who would dare question her attire or what car she drives?

Now she's alone, and perhaps the security guard who saw her before has changed shifts.

Dressed plainly, driving an ordinary car, unregistered—who would let her in?

Qiao An's anger flared instantly, shouting, "You low‑brow, contemptuous eyes! Check it yourself! I'm Nan Gong Jue's wife! I give you three seconds to verify, or you'll bear the consequences!"

After speaking, she pulled out her ID and smashed it onto the security guard's face.

Her haughty demeanor managed to intimidate the security guard.

The security guard could only turn and go check.

After checking, he approached with a dark face, "The owner of building No. 1 is clearly Second Master himself; what does that have to do with you? Get out right now!"

The security guard also smashed his ID onto her face.

Qiao An went berserk instantly, shouting, "I'm his wife!"

The security guard still didn't buy it, "Just because you say so? Even if you are, the deed doesn't have your name. The car isn't registered, your face isn't on record, there's no information. Get out, get out, get out—if you don't leave I'll call someone!"

Qiao An collapsed, but she didn't dare to be forceful, and naturally lacked the confidence to say that she'd have Nan Gong Jue come over.

She could only drive away.

The security guard, seeing her retreat, muttered a few curses.

Qiao An parked the car by the roadside and roared madly from the driver's seat.

The house is gone too?

What about the car?

Is the car gone too?

The car is still in the garage.

Nan Gong Jue actually changed the property deed directly to his own name?

The original gift agreement was written with her name!

How could they operate so directly without even passing by her?

Qiao An was utterly devastated.

She has to go find Nan Gong Jue!

But she still doesn't know where Nan Gong Jue's Private Residence is.

However, she knows his hospital.

Qiao An wiped away her tears and immediately drove off.

She knows this hospital, yet has never been there.

It is one of Kyoto's finest top‑tier private hospitals.

The patients here are all Kyoto dignitaries, plus many foreign tycoons, at the place called Mingjue Private Hospital.

Qiao An entered the hospital and kept asking where the director's office was.

It was an isolated little courtyard.

It was beautifully constructed, with abundant greenery and flower arrangements.

One can see that, although Nan Gong Jue is a big man, he has a somewhat romantic, elegant, and delicate sentiment.

There were Security guards at the entrance as well.

Qiao An falsely claimed to be Nan Gong Jue's wife, his Marriage Alliance partner, newly married.

The Security actually knew that.

They knew that the second young master had been in a relationship recently.

Seeing that Qiao An was quite good‑looking, they politely let her pass.

After Qiao An went in, a woman who claimed to be the director's secretary stepped forward and asked Qiao An.

Qiao An repeated it once more.

Secretary Lan raised an eyebrow, and politely said to Qiao An, "I know you. However, the director was on the operating table this morning; we don't know when he'll be out."

"This is a major surgery. The patient was in a car accident, with the brain injury being the most severe; it may take several hours…"

Qiao An said, "That's fine. I'll wait for him."

"Alright," Secretary Lan nodded, "Please, this way."

Secretary Lan led Qiao An to the director's office.

Qiao An sat down in Nan Gong Jue's seat.

Secretary Lan said, "Do you need something to eat or drink? If you're tired, there's a lounge."

Secretary Lan gestured.

Qiao An, not daring to be too casual, replied, "Alright, got it. I'm fine, this is enough. You go about your business, no need to worry about me."

Secretary Lan nodded and stepped back.

At this moment, Qin Zi Mo was forcing himself to film his scenes on set.

He… didn't dare to ask for leave, nor to collapse.

Worry, anxiety, fear.

Afraid that someone would come to capture him any moment.

Afraid that Qiao An would drag him into it, from which there would be no return.

But he still didn't dare to contact Qiao An, fearing he would leave evidence, and also fearing the timing would be unsuitable.

He could only endure the constant dread.

Every second he was anxious, fearing disaster would strike the next moment.

Wasn't Qiao An just happily eating at his house a second ago, and then disaster struck the next second?

Although he was disgusted and repulsed by Qiao An's method of getting rid of the child, he had no choice.

He and Qiao An are now like grasshoppers on the same boat, forced to cling to each other.

That method, though disgusting and vicious, is still not a proper solution.

They just wait to eliminate the child, falsely claim a menstrual disorder, and then they can pull off a perfect deception.

But they hadn't expected that the plan couldn't keep up with the changes.

The deception didn't succeed; instead, the truth was exposed.

Qin Zi Mo was anxious every second, tormented beyond measure.

He couldn't help but recall the steadfast stability he felt when he was with Song Huan Yan…

How reassuring it was.

Now, he is constantly uneasy, as if walking a tightrope; a slight slip would shatter him to pieces.

Around noon, Nan Gong Jue completed their part of the surgery and then left the operating room back to the office.

At the hospital entrance, Security said his fiancée had come looking for him and was waiting in the office.

Nan Gong Jue's handsome face instantly darkened.

Qiao An was almost falling asleep in the office; her mental pressure was also enormous.

Secretary Lan happened to come in and asked her what she wanted for lunch.

Given this treatment, Qiao An couldn't help feeling a bit elated.

If… this hadn't happened, how nice it would be.

If Nan Gong Jue still adored her that much, how wonderful.

Then coming here would be top‑tier treatment, allowing her to "act with authority", carefree and unrestrained.

But now, she is both unable to stop feeling elated by this treatment and also overwhelmed with guilt and remorse.

"No need, no need," Qiao An continued to feign refusal.

But unexpectedly, a huge crash sounded at the doorway.

Startled, she and Secretary Lan both leapt up at the same time, letting out terrified shrieks.

When she fixed her gaze, Qiao An's complexion instantly turned as pale as paper.

It turned out that Lord Nan Gong had kicked the door down with a single foot.

Qiao An's eyes widened, and she nearly collapsed onto the floor.

Is it such a huge… rage?

Secretary Lan's face also turned white with fear; after regaining composure, she hurriedly said, "Dean…"

Lord Nan Gong scowled, strode forward, and told Secretary Lan, "Out."

Secretary Lan, terrified, fled like a flash.

Never before had the usually gentle and poised Dean erupted in such fury.

Did you argue with your little partner?

That must have been an extremely heated argument.

As Secretary Lan ran away, Qiao An, frightened to the point of weak legs, forced herself to call out, "Husband…"

The moment the words left her mouth, Lord Nan Gong said, "Who gave you permission to come here? Get out!"

Qiao An trembled all over, saying, "I, I, I miss you. I came to atone."

As she spoke, tears streamed down continuously.

Lord Nan Gong showed not the slightest pity.

Seeing her pretentious demeanor, he reached out and grabbed her throat, "Atone? You just want to keep fooling me into being a turtle, right?"

After speaking, he shoved Qiao An to the ground and said, "I'll say it again: Get out!"

Qiao An cried out in pain from the fall, but she didn't leave.

Kneeling on the floor, she said, "I went to Imperial Court No. 1, but… they said the owner… wasn't me, it was, was you. Husband…"

Lord Nan Gong cut her off, "What? Still want a house and a car? Qiao An, even the city walls aren't as thick‑skinned as you. Don't force me, I'll kill you!"

Qiao An sobbed, gasping, "I really don't know why you… have to treat me like this. Even if I am at fault, there's a reason, I didn't want this."

Lord Nan Gong clenched his fists, then suddenly remembered.

There's also a necklace.

He asked coldly, "Where's the necklace? Since you're here, hand over the necklace, then get out."

Upon hearing that, Qiao An naturally refused.

She immediately said, "The necklace… it fell, it fell… I lost it last night."

Indeed, there was no necklace on her neck.

But Lord Nan Gong no longer believed a single word she said; his gaze fell on her bag, and he said, "Hand over the bag."

Qiao An's hair stood on end all over.

But before she could find an excuse,

Lord Nan Gong suddenly reached out, snatched her bag, and began rummaging through it.

Qiao An's eyes widened instantly as she frantically tried to think of an excuse.

Sure enough, Lord Nan Gong found the necklace in her bag and inhaled a sharp gasp.

He slammed the necklace onto her face, raised his hand and slapped her, gritting his teeth as he said, "You are truly a habitual liar, greedy and vicious!"

Qiao An cried, "I only wanted to keep a memory! Must you keep misunderstanding me? Why won't you…"

Lord Nan Gong was so angry his head spun, unable to see that the facts were right before him, how could she still say such things?

Lord Nan Gong kicked her onto the ground, "Get out! If you don't, don't even think of walking out alive!"

These words terrified Qiao An to the point of soul‑shattering; she dared not speak further, scrambled up, grabbed her bag, covered her face, and ran away crying.

Lord Nan Gong felt dizzy and his head swelled, and he smashed the entire office.

He also felt very distressed inside.

The person he once liked was like a wriggling maggot—disgusting, foul‑smelling, and despicable.

His heart... how... can it be a little better?

Secretary Lan, frightened, asked Security, "Did Second Master's little partner get caught in bed with him? Why is it causing such a scare?"

Security whispered, "For it to get this out of hand, it's almost certain."