Free Web NovelChapter 1175: Chapter 1175: His Family
She hadn’t spelled out what her identity was, and she didn’t drag Beicheng into it either. Besides, she seemed to think Ah Yen understood these things better than she did.
Feng Yan raised his brows slightly and said in a low voice, "You could put it that way."
"The headquarters of the Qianqiu Sect was practically uprooted, but someone still managed to catch Beicheng on camera nearby being loaded into an ambulance."
"Even though the matter has been suppressed, anything I can see will definitely already have been seen by others."
"Last time, Beicheng took on the entire Qianqiu Sect to save you. They’ve all been pretty pissed about the Seventh Young Master showing up in Yaoshan lately." freewёbnoνel.com
"Now that something like this has happened, every eye in the Qianqiu Sect is bound to be fixed on him."
Speaking of this, Feng Yan’s thick brows knit slightly, and the look in his eyes shifted.
"The Qianqiu Sect’s headquarters may have been destroyed, but a few key members got away."
"If they rally their people from all over, it’s not impossible for them to make a comeback—just not in the short term."
"Your man probably isn’t worried about them rebuilding. He’s worried about someone harassing his family from the shadows."
He looked at Xia Yinian again in the rearview mirror and gave her a reassuring glance.
"Don’t overthink it. He won’t let anything happen to himself, and I won’t let anything happen to him either."
"Getting Grandma and me out of there—was that something Beicheng planned in advance?" Xia Yinian asked softly.
"Yeah." Feng Yan nodded.
Xia Yinian bit her lip and didn’t cry anymore.
Crying was completely useless; it only made her lose even more confidence in herself.
"Take me to the base. I’m not going back to the Feng Family," Xia Yinian said seriously.
In truth, what she wanted to say even more was that she wanted to go see her man.
But since his life wasn’t in danger, she’d better not disturb him. One trip to see him would definitely trouble a lot of people.
It might even put many people right into danger.
None of that was anything Xia Yinian wanted to see.
"Okay." Feng Yan didn’t argue this time. He started the car and, after driving forward a while, turned onto another road.
Looking out the window, Xia Yinian hunched her shoulders slightly. The night was starting to feel chilly...
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The turmoil of the night had yet to settle. Early the next morning, the entire media sphere erupted.
The Qianqiu Sect’s headquarters had been wiped out—that was a huge deal. For many ordinary people, it was even good news.
But who had that kind of ability? Who actually dared to go after the Qianqiu Sect?
Very soon, people online were already posting that it was the work of the Seventh Young Master of Ye City. Some were even saying that a crucial video had been deleted.
Despite Feng Yan’s constant efforts, he still hadn’t been able to suppress the story in time.
This matter reached too far; it looked very much like someone was deliberately putting Gu Beicheng in the crosshairs.
In the end, Feng Yan gave up trying to impose a gag order. The more he did, the more it felt like he was confirming the rumor.
After almost a three-hour flight, a man in casual clothes drove a black sedan into a villa in the suburbs.
After a series of identity checks, Feng Yan finally saw the old man sitting by the lake, drinking tea.
"Chief."
"Sit." The old man waved a hand casually. "What’s so urgent that you had to rush over to see me?"
Feng Yan pulled out the chair opposite and sat down, his expression dark.
"You should already know why I’m here."
"Is that the tone you use to talk to an old man like me?" The old man poured another cup of tea before raising his eyes to look directly at Feng Yan.
The lake’s surface was very calm, just like the old man’s expression a moment ago.
