Chapter 231: The Gray-Haired Sending the Black-Haired

didn't seem to have any opinions on the child's future. Qiao Baoer felt that the child's father was also unlikely to personally take care of them.However, if the old man knew that Jun Zhimu planned to...Where is Qiao Baoer

Jun's shepherd awoke much earlier than they had anticipated, almost scaring them to death two hours ago. Luckily, he came around.

However, the first thing he said when he woke up was this name. Fang Dama and the others stood by the bed, looking at each other with complicated and embarrassed expressions.

"Where is Qiao Bao'er"

He lay flat in bed, his face still pale and weak. He had his eyes closed, with a needle dripping fluids into his right hand. He felt drained of energy all over, though the headache had lessened.

There was some noise in his ears, but he knew she wasn't there.

Fang Da Ma stepped forward, her face betraying a nervousness she usually kept hidden. They were always wary of Jun Zhi Mu, but tonight, they were especially restrained. She spoke in a hushed voice, “The mistress’s younger sister called…”

"Where is she!"

As if anticipating something amiss, Junzhi Mu's complexion paled instantly, his countenance darkening. He abruptly opened his eyes, his voice dry and hoarse, sending a chill down one's spine.

Fang Da Ma looked at him like this, scared stiff.

My heart was pounding, I lowered my head slightly, unable to meet his gaze. I tried to sound calm and replied, "Madam left on her own a while ago. She said she was going to her aunt's place."

"Impossible," he said, his voice cold and firm.

"She's not the first time she has betrayed you, how could it be impossible"

The servants at the door made way, and Master Jun, supported by his cane, walked in with steady steps, letting out a low growl of anger.

"Where is she!" he insisted.

"Give her back to me... She's in danger out there."

The old man's face was dark with anger, his eyes blazing with fury. Especially when those clouded old eyes saw him in such a sickly state, a mixture of anger and heartache constricted his chest. He gritted his teeth and roared.

"You, a descendant of the Myun family! How could such an useless offspring emerge from the Myun family You're sick like this, and you still only care about one woman!"

This time, the man in bed didn't answer. He seemed to still have a dull headache. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly his left hand quickly pulled the needle off his right back. With both hands propping himself up on the bed, he tried to get up.

The butler on the side saw his action and immediately anxiously motioned for the male servant beside the bed to come forward and support him.

"Get out of here!"

The lord's head was still dizzy, his body weak and trembling slightly as he struggled to prop himself up. His voice was hoarse and cold, the mark of illness. But even so, his mood was terrible, his aura even more frightening.

The old man leaning on his cane at the head of the bed, seeing his stubborn appearance, became even more enraged and began to scold him.

"Get out of the way, all of you! Let him go and die on his own, none of you interfere!"

The servants in the room were hesitant, none daring to touch Jun Zhimu. They watched as the needle still dripped with liquid, and their young master's face was pale and weak, not even wearing shoes, taking hurried steps towards the door and walking out.

The old housekeeper, watching the two quarreling, was terribly anxious. He quickly ran after them, "Master Zhimu, your body is still unstable and you've already developed many complications…"

"Your illness really can't be delayed any longer; you need to schedule surgery immediately."

The unsettling voice had barely fallen when Junzhi Mu, who was already at the foot of the stairs, suddenly went black in front of his eyes. He couldn't see anything, a primal fear surged within him, and his limbs felt disoriented.

Stepping on the stairs, I lost my balance and tumbled down the staircase, landing with a loud thud that startled everyone upstairs.

"Master Zhi Mu—"

The old butler reacted first, shouting in terror and rushing over.

Others were stunned for a moment, their eyes drawn to the imposing figure lying motionless at the bottom of the stairs. Blood trickled from his forehead, staining his sickly pale face. A chilling silence filled the air.

And Master Jun, his eyes wide open, stared intently at the bottom of the stairs. His aged face was etched with terror, his heart pounding wildly, his lips trembling as if he wanted to immediately give an order. But in his haste, his speech deserted him; for a moment, he couldn't utter a word.

The pain in my heart, as familiar as it once was, aches so deeply that I can't breathe or speak.

Junzhi's shepherd is even more stubborn than his father, Jun Qingcheng, and he drives him to exasperation and worry... How can he bear the pain of sending a gray-haired person for a black-haired person again!

"Doctor Mo, hurry over and help—"

The butler had walked to the bottom of the stairs, looking at the body that was gradually growing cold. His eyes turned red with urgency as he shouted, "Simple bandage, bring all the medicine, contact a private jet immediately, and fly to Seattle tonight..."

The torrential rain lashed down, the entire sky was churning with dark clouds, the weather was extremely bad. Golden lightning struck suddenly, shocking and terrifying everyone. Thunder boomed across the heavens.

Qiao Baoer sat in the car, and outside the window, a streak of daylight flashed across her face from the dark rain night. Her face turned pale, and her heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, feeling restless and uneasy.

She no longer shouted in the car, knowing it was futile. Her gaze remained fixed backward, on the direction of Jun's family...

Shepherd of the people.

She doesn't know how he is now, don't get into trouble...

Until the car speed gradually slowed down, the car stopped, and the driver released the car lock with a light click. She almost at that moment pulled open the car door, about to rush out and leave this cage inside the car.

But as soon as she opened the car door, she was met with a familiar face.

Gu Ruoyan stood by the car door, holding an umbrella as if she had been waiting for a long time.

"Why"

qiao Bao'er crawled out of the car, her entire body already drenched by the torrential rain. Her long hair and shirt were dripping wet, and her pale face was filled with complex emotions as she stared straight at the woman in front of her.

"Why, Aunt, tell me, why did Grandpa send me back" The pent-up emotions had been building up, she had been bearing them silently. She knew, it must have something to do with Gu Ruyue.

Gu Ruoyan stepped forward, holding her umbrella over the other woman. She saw the near-hatred in the woman's eyes and said calmly, "Bao'er, you've disappointed me."

"You actually took the opportunity to go back. You're not heartbroken over the Jun family, are you Are you like those women, captivated by the power of the Jun family Have you also become vain and materialistic just like them..."

"Auntie, you're not being reasonable at all!" Qiao Baier shouted.

This umbrella couldn't possibly withstand the torrential downpour. Thunder boomed, lightning flashed, and a furious wind howled. The uneasiness in her heart grew with each crashing peal of thunder, tears welling up in her bloodshot eyes, mingling with the rain as they streamed down her cheeks...

"His shepherd is sick, and I promised to stay with him!"

Qiao Bao'er turned around and was about to leave.

Gu Ruoyan simply threw the umbrella in her hand aside, took a quick step forward, and grabbed her arm, "You're not going back." Her attitude was also very firm, as powerful and resonant as thunder in the sky.

Joe寶兒 reached back and pried open her five fingers. Her face was pale with the rain, tinged with blue and green, but her eyes were red-rimmed. Warm tears finally fell, unlike the cold rain, each one hitting Gu Ruyue's hand. But she remained unmoved, still gripping tightly, refusing to let go.

Joe Bao'er was truly desperate, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded, "Let me go back, I'm really worried about him..."

She couldn't imagine Junzhi Mu being so weak, she had really been too incompetent in the past, she cared about him too little and regretted it deeply. Her heart felt like it was being clenched, she was very afraid, he couldn't have anything happen to him.

Gu Ruoyan didn't expect she would cry like this, but she still hardened her heart, "You go back, you can't help…"

"I love him!"

Her voice roared, "I love him!!" echoing in the thunderous booms of the storm.have many Chinese styles, including Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties. If you have any specific requirements, we can ask the main store to send them over or have them custom-made.""You don't...