Chapter 134: Qiao An's Legs and Hands Rendered Useless

Since she had no scene in the morning, Qiao An asked Tang Chenge for leave and left the set.

Qiao An boldly went to the Nan Gong Old Residence.

Qing He heard a servant reporting the time, was somewhat surprised, but still let Qiao An into the Old Mansion.

Qiao An arrived at the Main Hall, her complexion pale, looking quite haggard.

Yet, being young, she exuded a sort of disjointed aura.

Qing He was somewhat surprised by her appearance.

A few days ago she was seen with a spring smile, looking like she was being spoiled by the second young master.

How did she become like this after just a few days?

Could it be that they quarreled and broke up?

Did the second young master awaken, seeing that her character was questionable?

Qing He appeared to be a gentle, graceful middle‑aged woman, approachable, with kind eyes and a benevolent smile.

Although she harbored many doubts about Qiao An, she remained proper outwardly and spoke first, "What do you want from me? Sit first. Where is the second young master? Why did you come alone?"

As she spoke, Qing He couldn't help to speculate, perhaps the second young master had done something to her, and she came to demand an explanation?

Qiao An didn't dare to sit.

She instantly burst into tears, sobbing with utter sorrow.

This startled Qing He, who said, "What… what's going on? Why are you crying like this? Did my second young master wrong you, or what?"

Qiao An sobbed, "Auntie, I have something to tell you privately."

Qing He raised an eyebrow slowly, dismissed the servants, leaving only a servant in her fifties beside her, and said, "Say what you have, Aunt Liu is not an outsider."

Qiao An knelt down, crying as if her entrails were torn, and recounted the matter in a rehearsed manner.

It was the same sob story she had told Nan Gong Lin.

She sobbed, gasping for breath, speaking in broken fragments until she finished.

Qing He was shocked.

She remained shocked for a long time, unable to recover.

After regaining her senses, her fury boiled over, and she raged, "How dare you bully my son! How can you have the face to come before me and complain! Aunt Liu!"

Aunt Liu, also incensed beyond measure, rolled up her sleeve and stepped forward, slapping Qiao An with more than a dozen heavy slaps!

Slap—slap—slap, until she was out of breath from the beating and stopped, angrily saying, "The Eldest Young Master, the second young master, and Little Miss are all the lifelines of my lady; how dare you humiliate the second young master, you're courting death!"

Qiao An hadn't expected that the move she used on Nan Gong Lin would fail here.

Isn't Qing He also a woman?

Why does she not understand or empathize with her at all?

Qiao An was beaten until blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, her head dizzy, ears ringing, yet she forced herself to cry and explain, using the same excuses, the same old story.

Qing He, feeling dizzy and a pain in her chest, looked at her angrily and said, "Tell me, have you had the operation yet? Is the child still there?"

What the hell?

She had already said that the child was discovered early, and there wasn't enough time for surgery.

Now there is probably enough time, but she still has no chance to undergo it.

She even demands reconciliation, begs for redemption, and still wants to act.

She simply has neither the time nor the conditions to have the operation.

This drama should finish filming in a little over ten days; once filming wraps, she'll go… have it done.

The timing is just right.

"I…" Qiao An's face was swollen, she couldn't speak.

But Qing He already understood, and her fury surged even more, saying, "Your mixed offspring is still in your womb; how can you have the face to come to my house, defile my ground? And you dare say you want me to understand you, to empathize? Moreover, am I the one who married you? What use is my empathy? Your brain is full of water if you think you deserve empathy!"

"No, Auntie, I—I am also a victim…"

"Because you're a victim, you think you must be understood?"

Qiao An cried out, "A victim shouldn't be understood, Auntie? Must a victim bear even more harm? You are also a woman! Moreover, I came here because I deeply love Brother A Jue to make a final effort!"

Qing He raged, "Your being a victim is none of my business, none of my son's business. Must I empathize with you? You're insane! I am a woman, but I cannot commit such filthy acts as you; stop using the victim label to mask your malicious, selfish heart. You have even defiled the very word 'victim'!"

After speaking, Qing He added, "You still claim you deeply love Nan Gong Jue? Your ghost stories only fool fools! If you even have a hint of him in your heart, you couldn't pull off such deceitful tricks on him!"

"Qiao An, you're just an actress; haven't you even set your own script properly?"

"If you had even a trace of liking my son, after discovering this you would have broken up with him yourself! You would think you're unworthy of him!"

"Unless he chases you to the ends of the earth, you are the only one! Without you saying, he would gladly forgive you, pity you. Your fabricated lies are riddled with errors, shoddy! Yet you still come here to perform a grand drama for me!"

Qiao An shouted hoarsely, "I'm not acting, I'm not lying, I'm sincere! I truly love him!"

Qing He felt nauseous, "You say you love him? What you love is his money, his status as Nan Gong's second young master!"

After speaking, Qing He no longer wanted to argue, and ordered, "Security! Beat her! Break both her legs, throw her out, let her fend for herself!"

This made Qiao An terrified to the point of being stunned.

She came here as a last gamble, never expecting… Qing He not only didn't empathize like Nan Gong Lin, but actually… wanted to break her legs?

Frightened, Qiao An hurriedly stood up and fled.

Qing He said, "Aunt Liu, seize her!"

Aunt Liu wasn't a pushover; despite being in her fifties, her stamina was top‑notch.

In a few moves she caught up to Qiao An, grabbed her hand hard, raised her hand and gave Qiao An a wild beating, shouting, "You slut, bullying the second young master and claiming you love him—watch me kill you!"

Later, many servants came in.

Qing He said, "Security, call Security! Today her legs must be broken! I will make it so she can never stand again, only kneel to atone for my son!"

Qing He's fury was blazing.

Qiao An was being beaten by Aunt Liu, wailing wildly; when she heard Gu Qinghe insisting on crippling her legs today, she was instantly terrified and shoved Aunt Liu away.

As a result, a dozen or so Security entered the Main Hall, each holding an Electric Baton.

She was almost scared stiff to the point of collapsing on the ground.

With this scene, she couldn't run away today.

A broken leg would make her a cripple.

Her life would be ruined; what movies could she still shoot?

How could she be a star?

But at that moment, Nan Gong Lin got up and came to the Main Hall.

Because today was Saturday, no classes.

Nan Gong Lin looked and stepped forward, "Mom, what's going on? An An, why are you...."

Nan Gong Lin was shocked when she saw Qiao An.

Her face was beaten beyond recognition, and her hair was pulled into a chicken coop by Aunt Liu.

Qiao An hurriedly grabbed Nan Gong Lin, "Lin Lin, save me, save me, Auntie is going to cripple my legs!"

Nan Gong Lin's eyes widened, "Ah?"

She then looked at Gu Qinghe, "Mom, what are you doing?"

Gu Qinghe trembled with anger, pointing at Qiao An, her hand also shaking, "This woman deceived your second brother, insulted your second brother! Move aside, if she can walk out of my Nan Gong Old Residence today, consider me defeated!"

Nan Gong Lin didn't move aside, but said, "Oh Mom, I know this too. Qiao An is at fault, but… it's also understandable. Any girl who encounters such a situation could be the same. She's also very pitiful, truly pitiful. Your second brother is still angry and won't forgive her; she came to beg you, surely knows this isn't a good solution, yet she still came."

"That shows her determination. If she didn't deeply love her second brother, why would she seek you? You even beat her like this. She still wants to act, wants to become an international film star. If you cripple her legs, a person becomes useless, how can she keep acting?"

Hearing this, Gu Qinghe was even more furious, saying, "Your big brother was raised from childhood as an heir with devilish strict training, so your second brother is carefree; he doesn't have to bear family responsibilities, does whatever he wants. And you… I spoiled you too much, pampered you! Are you brainless? All the family's intelligence was inherited by your big brother, right!"

Nan Gong Lin is truly a little princess.

She is genuinely simple, innocent, and carefree.

She is different from Song Huan Yan.

Song Huan Yan has known since childhood that she might have to bear the entire Song Family at any moment, so she dares not become a true princess.

Nan Gong Lin is also different from other heiresses; she doesn't need a Marriage Alliance, doesn't have to consider any intersecting interests.

The Nan Gong family has been wealthy for centuries, a several‑hundred‑year‑old aristocratic clan.

Her eldest brother is a peerless talent, and her second brother also stands tall with his own excellence.

So she really has nothing to consider.

As the younger sister of the ruler of the Global Number One Conglomerate, adored by countless beauties, what does she need to think about?

She needs nothing at all.

Hence her brain… truly doesn't work well.

Purely simple and sweet.

At most a bit spoiled, arrogant.

She's also young, an internet expert, heavily influenced by some online thoughts.

Nan Gong Lin said, "Mom! Why can't you try to understand? Why must women make life hard for other women?!"

Gu Qinghe almost choked on blood from anger, couldn't hold back, stepped forward and slapped her, "I'll tell you! The women who make other women's lives difficult are precisely those with impure hearts! You're so stupid, you'll suffer later!"

Nan Gong Lin, being hit, was also furious, covering her face, incredulous, "You… actually hit me?"

Gu Qinghe raised her hand again, "I want to give you another slap!"

Nan Gong Lin, angry, stamped her foot, cried and ran away.

Qiao An was dumbfounded.

So….

Just walk away like that?

Not save her?

No.

Indeed, Gu Qinghe was right.

Nan Gong Lin is a fool!

As soon as Nan Gong Lin left, Gu Qinghe looked at Qiao An, "Impressive skill. You even swayed my daughter."

Qiao An retreated in fear.

Gu Qinghe twitched a finger, "I've changed my mind. Cripple her legs, and also cripple her hands!"

"Yes!" Security immediately obeyed and moved forward.

Qiao An hurriedly said, "Wait, wait! You can't hurt me! I still have to act! That's Song Huan Yan's drama! If I don't act, the loss is huge!"

"Is that so?" Gu Qinghe replied.

"Yes!" Qiao An said, "If you don't believe, call her! Anyway, you can't hurt me. If you hurt me, you'll regret it! You'll cause President Song huge losses, and damage the company's reputation. She will also… also hate you!"

Gu Qinghe smiled, "Yan Yan will hate me? Your meddling is useless. She loses a hundred million, I compensate her a hundred billion, lose a hundred billion, I give her a thousand billion! If it affects the company, I'll establish the world's largest entertainment company for her, let her play as she wishes!"

Qiao An was completely terrified, shaking her head wildly, stepping back step by step, "No, no, no, you can't, can't do this! You must not hurt me, no, absolutely not!"