CHAPTER 415: CHAPTER 413: I DON’T WANT YOU TO DIRTY THE OLD MANSION

He’s viciously determined to take Jian Xi’s life.

Without a hint of mercy in his hands.

A few breaths, and Jian Xi was already close to death.

"Help...me..." she trembled with her lips, gazing tearfully at Housekeeper Qi, trying to awaken the last shred of kindness in him.

Housekeeper Qi seemed crazed, unable to see the plea in Jian Xi’s eyes, his mind consumed only by raging hatred.

"Don’t blame me, blame yourself. You were the one who betrayed the young master and the master, I’m just acting on behalf of justice!"

Jian Xi clawed desperately at his arm, leaving bloody marks.

Housekeeper Qi continued with oblivious force.

"Let go!"

Si Yuhuan’s sharp voice echoed.

Jian Xi looked back to see him running over, a tear slipping from the corner of her eye.

With Si Yuhuan’s arrival, Yan Qing also rushed over.

Housekeeper Qi was subdued.

He struggled desperately, "Let go of me, young master! Let me kill her for you, this heartless woman; she’s the reason the Si Family ended up like this."

He screamed hoarsely, delirious and stripped of his usual gentle kindness.

The whole person like a frenzied beast.

Si Yuhuan held Housekeeper Qi tightly.

Facing the butler who watched him grow up, he couldn’t bear to hurt him and only ordered Yan Qing, "Restrain him, take him away to rest."

Cough, cough, cough—

Jian Xi clutched her neck as she struggled to get up.

Just a little!

She almost died!

"Are you okay?"

Si Yuhuan didn’t approach with concern, instead his expression was indifferent as he glanced at her abrasions, his demeanor detached yet aloof, "Don’t try to call the police, and don’t trouble Housekeeper Qi. Everything is your own doing; I saved you only to prevent you from dying here and sullying the Si Family old residence!"

So that’s it!

Jian Xi’s heart was a mix of emotions, wanting to say something, Si Yuhuan coldly ordered, "Someone, send her back to Fuyuan Official Residence."

Shang Fu stepped forward, "Miss Jian, please."

His tall frame blocked Jian Xi’s view.

Jian Xi nodded, "Don’t worry, I won’t do such a thing."

"Ha! A heartless woman like you, what wouldn’t you do?"

Si Yuhuan sneered coldly.

Jian Xi clenched her fists, straightened her spine, and turned to leave.

At that moment of departure, he heard Si Yuhuan order, "From now on, don’t let people who are up to no good come in."

Xinxin walked up, seeing Jian Xi’s embarrassed state, she covered her mouth in astonishment, "Miss Jian, what’s wrong? Didn’t you go in to see Grandpa? He’s recovering well, and can already eat soft food."

Jian Xi ignored her and left.

Xinxin shouted from behind, "If you want to visit Grandpa, remember to call me. I’m by Grandpa’s side every day now!"

She was very proud.

Bold and flamboyant, even more smug than Jiang Qimeng used to be.

She turned to see Si Yuhuan, quickly running over, "How’s Grandpa? I brought some nutritional soup, made by some of the more skilled ladies in the organization, great craftsmanship, let him taste it. If he likes it, I can bring it every day."

Xinxin glanced behind her, sharply smelled a hint of blood, "What happened here? Was there a fight? Who fought whom?"

Yan Qing came out and nodded, "Housekeeper Qi has been settled, the doctor checked him, said it seems like he was affected by something that impacted his brain nerves, probably won’t wake up for a while. He’s getting older, not sure he can get past this!"

"What happened to Housekeeper Qi?"

Xinxin exclaimed, "Oh my god! Could it be Housekeeper Qi acted against Miss Jian? Didn’t expect, there’s such a spirited servant by the old master’s side!"

She couldn’t help but giggle.

Si Yuhuan’s cold gaze fell on her.

"Why are you here."

His eyes carried inquiry.

Housekeeper Qi was kind most of his life, having been by Grandpa’s side for over forty years, his temperament steady, how could he suddenly go berserk!

"Why can’t I come? Brought soup, came to see you! What? What’s with that look? Are you suspecting my motives for coming?"

Xinxin immediately turned unhappy, "If you don’t like me clinging to you, just say so. I’m not a woman who can’t let go. Didn’t expect you’d suspect me of wanting to kill Jian Xi in the end?"

"Ridiculous! If I wanted to kill her, do I need an old man to do it? Wouldn’t it be quicker and cleaner if I did it myself."

This sentence dispersed Si Yuhuan’s suspicion.

"Do you have a prejudice against me because of my profession? Si Yuhuan! You have to give me an explanation today."

She yelled.

Yan Qing cleverly interjected, "Today’s not a good day for the old master. Director Si, why don’t you go in and see."

"Hmph!" Xinxin understood his meaning, not pursuing further, setting things down, "I’m leaving."

Si Yuhuan didn’t chase after.

Yan Qing awkwardly smiled, "Let me take them. Miss Xin, thank you for your kindness. There’s been an incident today at the old residence, I won’t keep you."

"Interesting!"

Xinxin coldly laughed and turned to leave.

At the entrance of the old residence.

Jian Xi saw the Rolls Royce she’d seen coming up the mountain again, turns out it was Si Yuhuan’s.

No wonder he could appear in time.

She held her neck, her throat burning painfully.

Jian Xi’s skin was naturally fair, now looking alarmingly bruised.

Shang Fu spoke mildly, "I must continue guarding the old residence, so I won’t disturb Miss Jian further. Follow here down the mountain, I imagine you’re familiar with the way."

In their line of work, they’re typically cold-faced, except to the major patrons, smiling at no one else.

Jian Xi was accustomed, "Thank you."

Her generosity unexpectedly earned a hint of respect from Shang Fu.

He thought she’d be like other women, making a fuss, but unexpectedly, she was so straightforward, capable and composed!

What a pity.

Jian Xi just got in the car.

And was blocked by a Porsche.

Sleekly skidding to a halt in front of her, if Jian Xi hadn’t braked in time, she would have crashed right into it.

Xinxin, in a black biker outfit, coolly took off her sunglasses and walked over, showing defined muscular legs, clearly a femme fatale trained in martial arts.

"What? Seeing me, Miss Jian’s not even going to say hello? That’s so rude."

Jian Xi curled her lips, "What? The future Mrs. Si intends for me to greet you how."

"Hahaha! I like that title!"

Her eyes fell on Jian Xi’s neck, "Tut-tut, seems like you suffered quite a bit inside, need me to help, teach that old man a lesson."

She seemed roguish, even being by Si Yuhuan’s side didn’t change her fighting and killing nature.

Jian Xi didn’t want to provoke such a desperado.

"No need."

She intended to leave when Xinxin grabbed her wrist, "The child is already here, aren’t you leaving? Waiting for me to personally send you off?"

The threat in her voice was obvious.

Jian Xi understood clearly what she was afraid of, curled her crimson lips, feigning composure, "Miss Xin, I’m worlds apart from Si Yuhuan, do you still fear I’ll snatch him away from you?"