Chapter 92: – Jiangnan

"Mr. Jiang, I'm fine."

Murong Wan shook her head, but her heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

She stood up and only then realized her legs were weak, almost unable to stay steady.

The scene just now was truly terrifying, leaving her with lingering fear.

"Thank you, you saved me again."

Murong Wan spoke softly, her voice tinged with gratitude.

Jiangnan said nothing, merely watching her quietly.

His gaze was complex and inscrutable, as if hiding many unknown secrets.

"This place is dangerous; let's go down first."

Jiangnan spoke, breaking the silence.

Murong Wan nodded, following behind him, climbing down the scaffolding.

With Jiangnan by her side, her fear faded considerably, and her steps became steady.

Back on the ground, the shaken workers immediately gathered around.

"General Manager Murong, are you all right?"

"Are you injured?"

"You scared us to death; that was really too dangerous."

Everyone chattered, their faces full of concern.

Murong Wan waved her hand, indicating she was fine.

She turned her gaze to Captain Wang, her expression instantly turning serious.

"Captain Wang, what exactly is going on?"

"How did the scaffolding suddenly break?"

His voice was cold, bearing an unquestionable authority.

Captain Wang's face turned ashen, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning blue, his lips trembling, as if wanting to speak but unable.

"General Manager Murong, this… this matter really isn't my fault!"

His voice carried a sobbing tone, like a child who had done something wrong.

"I… I inspect everything daily with the crew, every screw, every tread board, I personally review them, absolutely without any carelessness!"

He defended hastily, fearing Murong Wan wouldn't believe him.

"But… but today's incident is too ominous!"

His voice lowered, carrying a hint of fear.

"It's like… it's like something is deliberately opposing us!"

Murong Wan furrowed her brows, her complexion as gloomy as water.

Her sharp gaze swept every corner of the site, trying to find any clue.

But everything appeared so normal, with no irregularities.

This made her doubts grow even stronger.

"Captain Wang, don't get agitated yet."

Jiangnan's deep voice rang out, carrying a reassuring strength.

He walked to the broken part of the scaffolding, squatted down, and examined carefully.

The cut on the broken Steel Pipe was neat, as if sliced instantly by some blade.

But no suspicious tools were found at the scene.

"This is probably not a simple accident."

Jiangnan stood up, his gaze profound.

"Behind this, perhaps lies a secret we don't know."

His tone was calm, yet carried an unquestionable certainty.

Murong Wan felt a jolt in her heart; she looked at Jiangnan, her eyes complex.

"You… have you discovered something?"

Her voice held a hint of expectation, a hint of unease.

Jiangnan didn't answer directly, but turned his head toward Murong Wan.

"Lately, have you felt any physical discomfort, or encountered any strange occurrences?"

His voice was low, with a hint of inquiry.

Murong Wan was startled; she hadn't expected Jiangnan to ask that suddenly.

She recalled carefully; lately, aside from heavy work stress and occasional insomnia, there seemed to be no abnormality.

"No, I'm fine."

She shook her head, her tone definite.

Jiangnan's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then he shook his head.

Jiangnan's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then he shook his head.

"No, you have Yinsha Qi on you."

Jiangnan's voice was low, yet like a sudden thunderclap on flat ground, it rang in Murong Wan's ear.

"Yinsha Qi?"

Murong Wan gasped, her flower‑like face turning pale.

"What is that?"

Her voice trembled, carrying a hint of fear.

"It's a kind of Zhi Yin Zhi Xie Qi; when ordinary people are exposed, it makes them slightly weak and sickly, and severely can endanger their lives."

Jiangnan explained, his tone solemn.

"Lately, have you often felt exhausted, weak, and spiritless?"

Murong Wan widened her eyes, her face full of disbelief.

"Mr. Jiang, how did you know?"

She had indeed felt her body far weaker lately, often exhausted, even experiencing hallucinations.

"I…"

Murong Wan began to speak but stopped, her complexion shifting unpredictably.

"Do you think this is caused by heavy work stress?"

Jiangnan's voice was low, as if he could see through the heart.

Murong Wan nodded, her eyes flickering.

"I've indeed been very busy lately, often pulling all‑night overtime, so…"

"So you think this is a normal phenomenon?"

Jiangnan cut her off, his tone serious.

"Isn't that so?"

Murong Wan retorted, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Of course not."

Jiangnan's tone was affirmative.

"The Yinsha Qi in your body has already infiltrated your five organs and six bowels; if not expelled promptly, the consequences would be unimaginable."

Murong Wan's complexion turned deathly pale, her body trembling slightly.

"Then… what should I do?"

Her voice quivered with sobs, like a helpless child.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Jiangnan offered a comforting word and continued to ask:

"Have you recently been to any special places, or come into contact with any strange things?"

Murong Wan thought carefully, but found nothing.

"No. I spend every day at the company or at home; I haven't been to any special places, nor encountered any strange things."

She shook her head, her tone certain.

"Are you sure?"

Jiangnan pressed further, his gaze sharp.

"I am sure."

Murong Wan replied resolutely.

"What about your office?"

Jiangnan asked suddenly.

"Office?"

Murong Wan was taken aback.

"I stay in the office all day; what could be wrong there?"

She retorted, her tone puzzled.

"Mr. Jiang, do you suspect there's something wrong with my office?"

Murong Wan finally understood Jiangnan's meaning.

"Whether there's a problem or not, just go and see."

Jiangnan's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable certainty.

Murong Wan felt a jolt in her heart; she looked at Jiangnan, her eyes complex.

"Alright, I'll take you there right now."

She gritted her teeth, determined.

The two walked out of the construction site and arrived at Murong Wan's office.

It was a spacious, bright office, luxuriously decorated, full of modern ambience.

"This is my office."

Murong Wan introduced, her tone calm.

Jiangnan entered the office, his gaze sweeping every corner.

His nose twitched slightly, as if sniffing something.

Murong Wan stood nearby, watching Jiangnan nervously.

She felt uneasy inside, not knowing what Jiangnan would discover.

Jiangnan's eyes finally rested on the desk.

"There's a problem here."

His voice was low as he pointed at the large mahogany desk.

Murong Wan was stunned, her beautiful eyes wide open.

"How… how could this be possible?"

Her voice trembled slightly; it was unbelievable.

"This is my newly bought office desk; I spent a lot of money having it custom-made abroad—how could there be any problem?"

She quickly walked to the desk and examined it carefully.

This desk has a simple and grand design, smooth lines, and emits a faint wood fragrance; it is her favorite piece of furniture.

Jiangnan didn't respond, just stood silently there, his eyes deep, as if he could perceive everything.