CHAPTER 591: CHAPTER 589: THE SNOW-WHITE DRESS DYED RED

She looked at Lu Jinyang in utter astonishment, only to see him quickly glance at her and begin dragging her outside.

Perhaps the people inside hadn’t reacted yet, but seeing Xiao Qing and Lu Jinyang running out, they exchanged glances and then followed suit.

In the vast courtyard, just ten meters away from the hall, Xiao Anze was sitting on the ground screaming for Yang Qiao’s name heartrendingly.

As they got closer, Xiao Qing finally made out that the person in Xiao Anze’s arms was Yang Qiao, who now lay with her eyes closed, her face eerily pale under the streetlights.

"Brother, Sister Qiao, she..."

Before he could finish, Jinyang had already taken out his phone to call. He was speaking in English, which she understood to be the local emergency number.

Xiao Qing crouched down on the other side and only then noticed the blood-stained ground beneath Yang Qiao; her pristine white dress now dyed red.

Her heart trembled, Xiao Qing looked at Xiao Anze in disbelief. He was now holding Yang Qiao tightly. Unlike his previous loud cries, he had now regained his composure, his face right next to Yang Qiao’s, serene, except for the bloody red in his eyes.

"What... what exactly happened?" Xiao Qing asked.

At the same time, Xiao Yijian and Zhang Qianqi came over and were about to approach when they were stopped by Lu Jinyang.

"Don’t block the air around her," he said.

Seeing Yang Qiao covered in blood, Zhang Qianqi couldn’t help but tremble, her voice tinged with tears as she asked, "Qingqing, Anze, what happened to Xiao Qiao?"

Xiao Qing raised her head and shook it at Zhang Qianqi, her eyes filled with sorrow.

If she hadn’t guessed wrong, something must have happened to Yang Qiao...

The Xiao Family mansion was not far from the hospital, and soon an ambulance arrived. Xiao Anze refused to let them accompany him, following the ambulance to the hospital.

At this moment, the old Master Xiao, leaning on his cane, came out and stood among the crowd, his voice stern, "If I find out who is responsible for today’s events, I’ll have him removed from the family registry!"

Xiao Qing couldn’t ponder the meaning of his words, and in her daze, she was pulled by Jinyang into the car. Just as the car was about to exit the gate, Xiao Yijian and Zhang Qianqi insisted on going with them, and Jinyang did not refuse.

All the way there, the only sounds in the car were Zhang Qianqi’s constant muttering and Xiao Yijian’s heavy, prolonged breathing.

They caught up with Xiao Anze right outside the operating room.

In the silent corridor, only Xiao Anze sat alone. He was seated, quietly facing the direction of the operating room.

Subconsciously, Xiao Qing reached out to hold Lu Jinyang’s hand, squeezing it firmly in her palm, and he gently squeezed back.

Xiao Yijian approached and sat down next to Xiao Anze, letting out a sigh, "Tell us, what exactly happened."

At that time, perhaps Xiao Anze had regained his composure. He still hung his head, but slowly began to speak.

"At the door, Yang Qiao said she felt uncomfortable in the stomach. I was going to take her to the hospital, but..."

Every two steps, Yang Qiao would stop, clutching her stomach in agony. After four persistent steps, just four steps, she was so sweaty that she couldn’t walk any further.

He knew something was terribly wrong with her, so he scooped her up sideways to rush to the hospital.

But how could he have known that after just a few steps, his hands would be soaked with fresh blood? Yang Qiao trembled violently and then fainted in his arms.

At that moment, he was stunned.

He had no idea what had happened to Yang Qiao for her to end up like this in his arms in less than five minutes.