Chapter 1371 - 1388: Xia Xiaonuan Is Fake
But he did not ask why, because he knew she would not tell.
"Have someone follow Xia Xiaonuan. I want a detailed investigation of the people she’s been in contact with recently and everything she’s done."
Qin Yi was slightly taken aback.
This matter, is related to the Young Mistress?
No wonder, if it can make the Young Master so worried and distracted, it’s never about business.
And definitely not about other women.
Probably only the Young Mistress.
Qin Yi pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, Young Master."
*****
Europe.
An old European mansion located on the coast of the Mediterranean.
Surrounded by towering and majestic walls, the mansion appears both solemn and subtly mysterious.
At this moment, in the spacious living room covered with dark red Italian carpets.
Nangong Zhongli, dressed in a black suit coat, looked solemn and profound on his exquisite face as he gazed at Nangong Jinlie opposite him, whose hair was somewhat white yet still had sharp eyes.
Then, she suddenly stepped forward, and with a thud, knelt on the dark red, somewhat outdated, precious Italian carpet with ancient patterns.
Nangong Jinlie stared at Nangong Zhongli in front of him, eyes widened.
He quickly said, "Zhong’er, what are you doing? Get up!"
As he spoke, he hurriedly propped himself up with a cane to help her up.
The nearby French butler likewise hurried forward, supporting the old man.
But Nangong Zhongli did not get up; instead, she looked at Nangong Jinlie, eyes reddening, and said, "Grandfather... I came today with something very important to tell you. I’ve made a huge mistake and have no face to stand..."
Nangong Jinlie stared down at Nangong Zhongli for a few seconds.
Then his gaze became stern.
With the butler’s help, he sat on the sofa.
He used the back of his left hand, covered with calluses, to knock "dong dong!" on the solid wood tea table.
"Enough... Whatever it is, get up first and then say it."
An inherently authoritative tone that made Nangong Zhongli’s body tremble slightly.
She looked into Nangong Jinlie’s eyes but dared not disobey, so she got up.
"Sit down."
Nangong Zhongli had no choice but to sit across from him.
She lowered her head, the hand on her knee slowly tightening.
Nangong Jinlie extended his hand, and the butler promptly stepped forward to pour him a cup of fine French tea.
The rich aroma of the tea wafted through the air.
"Speak, what exactly happened?"
Nangong Zhongli took a deep breath, faced with the overwhelming gaze, and spoke, "Grandfather... actually, Xia Xiaonuan... she’s fake."
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Xiaonuan sat in the taxi, feeling her whole body sore and weary, while her eyes were dry and irritated.
Last night, after being tormented by Nangong Yaoling for several hours, she later learned about the incident and couldn’t sleep well all night.
Upon waking, it felt as though her body was no longer her own.
She tried several times before she could barely crawl out of bed.
But none of this could crush her.
Because she just received a call that Manager An is now temporarily out of danger.
Which means she survived this ordeal.
Xiaonuan couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, though it was just a sigh.
Because the doctor said An Ya has fallen into a coma.
And whether she’ll wake up is still uncertain; even if she does, the impact on her brain and what the future holds is an unknown nobody can predict.