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(You Don“t Understand My Pain (7)

Ian was on top of a young girl…

When he heard the news, he immediately stood up.

“Sir…” The girl looked very hazy… She seemed to be looking forward to something.

Ian reached out for his robe and put it on. He didn’t respond to the girl.

“Where is she?”

“She’s in a cold storage room in the northern parts of the Mario Islands…”

“Both of them?”

“No, she’s there alone.”

“Alone? Where’s Qiao Fei?” Ian was slightly surprised.

“We’re still investigating.”

“Idiots,” Ian scolded.

“Sorry, Boss. We’ll immediately have more people look into it. Once we confirm it’s not a trap, we will have you come.”

“No, I’ll go right now.”

“But Boss, we haven’t confirmed if this is Lu Yan’s trap,” his subordinate said anxiously.

“It’s even better if it’s a trap. I haven’t directly fought someone for a long time. I miss that girl dearly…” Ian grinned.

– At South Hill Manor –

“Good morning, Grandpa,” Pudding greeted when she saw her grandfather working busily at the dining room table.

“Good morning, Grandpa,” Little Bean said. She was behind Pudding and was in the same flowery princess dress as Pudding.

“Good morning. Just in time, breakfast is ready.”

“Yay! What delicious food did you make for breakfast, grandpa?” Little Bean became giddy as soon as she heard the word “food”.

The Professor was in a dark grey shirt and black sweat pants.

His appearance was clean and crisp and the color matched his age.

No one would expect that the great Professor Lu looked like any other ordinary old man.

There was an abundance of food on the table where Pudding and Little Bean sat down.

There were three bowls of green bean congee, three fried eggs, two sausages, and two baby corns.

“Grandpa, did you make all this?” Little Bean said with awe.


“You’re amazing, just like Daddy,” Little Bean exclaimed.

“You even remember to bring up your daddy while praising me. Haha, you sure are his daughter,” the Professor chuckled.

“Grandpa, any progress last night?” Pudding asked as she cared about her father’s situation a lot.

“Yeah. The antidote should be ready soon. There’s something missing and I don’t have any right now. I’m going to get that kid called Su Yu to get it.”

“Whatever is missing, Handsome Su would be able to get it,” Pudding said.

“I know. I called him already. As soon as he comes, I’ll be able to make it.”

“Grandpa, can I come with you to the hospital to see Daddy?” Little Bean said cutely.

“Do you miss your daddy?”

“Of course. Pudding went many times but I haven’t been there even once. I want to go! I want to go!”

“Okay, okay. I’ll take you. What about you Pudding?”

“Grandpa, I’ll pass today. If you and Little Bean go, I’ll be able to go to the stock trading center.”

“Why? Did something happen with your stocks?”

“If I want to short the Huo Corporation’s stocks, it will involve a lot of issues. Handsome Su and I are going to deal with that.”

“Okay, let’s go tackle our problems separately. When I come back tonight, I’ll make you spicy chicken. Can you two take spice?”

“Yes, yes, yes. As long as it’s edible, I’m good!” Little Bean raised her hands.

“You’re going to turn into a pig eventually,” Pudding said as she glanced speechlessly at Little Bean.

Then, the three had a hearty meal. After breakfast, the Professor took Little Bean to the hospital to visit Qin Chu.

Su Yu dropped off the medicine the Professor wanted and drove Pudding towards the stock trade center.

During the drive, Pudding was exceptionally quiet. She didn’t chat with Su Yu like how they normally do.

“What’s the matter, Pudding? Are you in a bad mood?” Su Yu asked as he drove.



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