Chapter 1187: Little Angel and Psycho 29

Luo Rui'an woke up, and it was already several days later.

The angelic divine power neutralized part of the toxin, but there was no antidote, so his body remained very weak.

He forced his wings back and struggled to sit up, instinctively touching the ruby ring, but found his finger joints empty.

Luo Rui'an's breath caught in fright, he turned to look at the bedside table, but it wasn't there either.

"The ring..."

His voice hoarse, his heart overwhelmed by great panic.

Without the ring, how could he contact Tian Shi Xing, and how could he activate the transfer?

"Zhiyan! Jin Zhiyan!"

Luo Rui'an shouted shrilly, his tone full of anger.

After several minutes, Jin Zhiyan rushed in, overjoyed, "Xiao Luo, you're awake!"

"The ring."

Luo Rui'an licked his dry lips, no time for nonsense: "The ring I've been wearing!"

Even in a faint, as long as he wasn't dead, the angelic divine power would protect the ring from being taken, making it even less likely to fall off.

Only someone he subconsciously trusts could take it.

After all, it was the gaze of a high-ranking angel, so imposing that Jin Zhiyan could hardly dare to meet it, "I don't know..."

Jin Zhiyan tried to keep his smile unchanged, sitting beside Luo Rui'an and gently stroking his cheek.

"As long as you're awake, that's fine; I and Dad and Grandma have been worried these past days."

"Besides… Dad and Grandma already know your identity, and they don't mind at all."

"You can relax…" "Who cares whether they mind or not."

Luo Rui'an impatiently interrupted Jin Zhiyan's words, "You really haven't seen my ring?"

He eyed Jin Zhiyan's expression suspiciously, still not believing.

Jin Zhiyan clenched his fist, only able to come up with a scapegoat.

"Could it be that on the day you fainted, Xi Er took it, and I seem to have seen…"

"Impossible."

Luo Rui'an immediately denied, "Xi Er only wants to save Jin Chen; he doesn't want to return to Tian Shi Xing anyway—what would he do with my ring?"

That ring, indeed, could let Luo Rui'an leave.

Jin Zhiyan's eyes narrowed, his expression much calmer, "Xi Er has always said he wants revenge—could it be because of this?"

"He doesn't want you to have an easy time, so he poisoned you."

"Really?"

Luo Rui'an lowered his eyes, still feeling something was off, but since Jin Zhiyan saw it too, it probably wasn't false.

No, he needed to contact his father as soon as possible; now that he'd lost the ring, if Xi Er made another move, he'd be very passive.

"Come with me to the back courtyard residence; I need to get my ring back."

"Xiao Luo, your body is very weak now; you need to rest properly."

Jin Zhiyan changed the subject, hugging Luo Rui'an and gently stroking his back, "When your body recovers, it's not too late to look for the ring again."

Luo Rui'an shifted his body, could only lie back down, brows deeply furrowed, "I need to eat something to replenish my energy; go get some."

"Okay."

Jin Zhiyan kissed his cheek, "Wait for me."

After Jin Zhiyan left, Luo Rui'an sat cross-legged on the bed, using angelic divine power to sense the ring's range.

It really wasn't in the room; could it truly have been taken by Xi Er?

Recalling how insistent Xi Er had been when he came to find him, Luo Rui'an felt it was truly strange again.

Although he now wanted nothing more than to kill Xi Er to vent his anger—and that was certain—Xi Er surely hated him too.

But that ring was of no use to Xi Er whatsoever; forcibly removing it might even burn him.

But if it wasn't Xi Er, who else could it be?

Luo Rui'an stared at his empty finger joints, his frustration growing stronger.

"Luo Rui'an, the head of the household wants you to go to the reception hall; the Young Master is there too."

Luo Rui'an didn't wait for the food Jin Zhiyan had brought; he only waited for the servant's message.

He pulled the blanket over his head.

"Not going."

The servant, as if he'd already guessed, continued, "The Young Master said perhaps we could find your ring."

Luo Rui'an scrambled up from the bed, "You really mean it?"

"I'm just passing along the message; the Young Master said that."

The servant dared not take responsibility onto himself.

"Lead the way."

Luo Rui'an immediately stood up.

——

"What are you saying? Have me go apologize to Xi Er?"

Luo Rui'an felt as if he'd heard Arabian Nights, glancing at Jin Xiangming and Fu Suhua, he sneered, "Are you crazy? Still want to order me around?"

Jin Chen's assistant was still here; Jin Xiangming, unwilling to lose face, lowered his voice sternly.

"Xiao Luo, since you're already Zhiyan's other half, you must obey the elders; otherwise, how will you ever enter the family?"

Luo Rui'an glanced at the silent Jin Zhiyan, rolled his eyes, and whenever Jin Xiangming spoke, Jin Zhiyan acted like a mute.

"Are you sick? Whatever in-laws, whatever elders, you're not even qualified to talk to me like that."

Luo Rui'an smashed the ceramic cup in his hand, his expression arrogant.

"Don't use your rules to pressure me, please get it straight—it's Jin Zhiyan who can't leave me."

Jin Zhiyan's face looked a little grim, "Xiao Luo... don't talk to my dad like that."

Luo Rui'an adjusted his coat, still feeling very unwell, "Not letting Xi Er come over to apologize is already not bad."

"Like their brains have been bitten, what nonsense are they talking?"

Pat

Fu Suhua placed the prayer beads in her hand on the tea table, her tone slightly heavy, but still sounding kind, as if she had already tattooed this mask onto her face.

"Alright, say two less, there are guests present."

The assistant stood at the door without changing expression, when facing these people, his voice sounded like a robot without warmth.

"The master said, if the person who harmed the young master doesn't personally go to apologize, Young Master Jin... might get into trouble."

Jin Zhiyan instinctively shuddered, grabbing Luo Rui'an's hand.

"Xiao Luo, you wouldn't bear to see me hurt by my uncle, right? Besides, you weren't suspecting Xi Er stole your ring, right? This is a perfect chance to go check."

Anyway, he's not afraid of being exposed, these two brothers couldn't possibly speak calmly.

"Oh dear..."

Luo Rui'an stood up irritably, stared at the assistant, "Come on, stop standing there like a block of wood!"

Assistant: "..."

An undeserved disaster.

When Jin Zhiyan left, Jin Xiangming gave two instructions.

"Today mainly is to let Jin Chen calm down, don't act rashly, and moreover don't provoke him again."

"We have already laid plans in the dark, this time we will surely take Jin Chen's life."

Since Jin Xiangming knew Jin Chen's legs had started to recover, and he had driven Shen Liuqing, whom he had painstakingly cultivated, crazy, he already could barely contain himself.

If we wait for Jin Chen's legs to fully recover, and that person named Laolunsi also figures out how to treat the brain, then they will have no chance at all!

We must strike first.

"I know, Dad, rest assured."

"By the way, go to the hospital to see Shen Liuqing, how is he?"

Jin Xiangming's eyes flickered, "Nothing much, anyway as long as the person doesn't die, it's a shame his right hand is ruined."

"Hurry up and go, don't let Jin Chen get anxious and go crazy again."

After Jin Zhiyan left, when Jin Xiangming met Fu Suhua's gaze that seemed to see through everything, he uncomfortably rubbed his knee.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

Fu Suhua snorted coldly, "You had someone kill Shen Liuqing?"

"Impossible!" Jin Xiangming hurriedly denied, "I'm not Jin Chen, I couldn't do such a killing."

"I don't care how you dealt with Shen Liuqing, but what that child said, what do you think?"

Fu Suhua continued to turn the prayer beads, "He said Jin Chen isn't Jin Chen, but another person."

"What else can we see? He was scared mad by Jin Chen, you're not unaware of that lunatic's methods."

Jin Xiangming sighed, took a sip of tea, "Two years ago I sent an undercover agent in, he discovered him and brought him to the basement to torture, after coming out he insisted Jin Chen isn't human, but a vengeful spirit reincarnated, and even said he himself went to hell and came back."

"This is nonsense."

"Yeah, that child is also pitiful, his perfectly fine right hand was just stepped on and broken..."

Fu Suhua said pitifully, her facial expression unchanged, still putting on a false compassion with a blank face.