The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

Chapter 1363: Chapter 1380: He Can’t Be Unrelated to All This

Nangong Yaoling slightly furrowed his brows.

Slowly opening his eyes, he looked coldly at Qin Yi.

Qin Yi hurriedly said, ”But... Miss Qi Yue is still missing, otherwise, we...”

”Forget it.” Nangong Yaoling’s jaw tightened as he said, ”Don’t mention that woman again. She is probably a frightened bird now. I don’t want her to make any more mistakes, otherwise...”

Nangong Yaoling did not continue.

Qin Yi immediately understood.

The Young Master was worried that Miss Qi Yue would misunderstand him now. If they sent someone to look for her and she misunderstood again, it would make the young madam even more upset.

”Now...” Qin Yi pondered, ”Young Master, I have a feeling this matter is very strange...”

The man’s pupils narrowed dangerously like a leopard’s: ”I bet this has something to do with that kid Liang Shaochen!” he said through gritted teeth.

Qin Yi’s expression changed.

”Young Master... Miss Qi Yue was rescued by Mr. Liang, how could he...”

Qin Yi hesitated, then continued, ”Could it be, he’s just pretending to help on the surface while scheming in the shadows? If so... then this Liang Shaochen is truly terrifying...”

Nangong Yaoling’s lips curved into a cold smile.

”Not only do you find him terrifying, but even I now find him very frightening... He is no longer the Liang Shaochen of the past.”

After saying this, a hint of unnoticeable pain flashed in Nangong Yaoling’s eyes.

The pain was shallow and faint, almost fleeting.

Yet, it etched a deep scar in his heart.

Back then, they were as close as brothers, drinking and playing together; wherever he went, he would call for him.

Whenever he encountered a problem, he wouldn’t hide it from him.

He remembered once going to the bar with him, and he drank too much that night.

It was past midnight, and there were few people outside the bar. Liang Shaochen was supporting him to get into the car when several people wielding long knives surrounded them.

Someone swung a knife at him, and Liang Shaochen, to save him, directly reached out and grabbed the blade.

Blood flowed from his palm, and Nangong Yaoling would never forget the smell of blood that drifted past his nose as the wind blew.

It was Liang Shaochen’s blood, dripping less than ten centimeters before his eyes.

Then he turned and pushed him into the car, telling the driver, ”Take the Young Master away first!”

He was pushed into the car, and Nangong Yaoling, dazed and unresponsive, was driven away hurriedly by the terrified driver.

When he woke up the next day, Liang Shaochen was already in the hospital.

He had fought alone against seven or eight people until the police arrived. Since those people weren’t targeting him, although he was injured in several places, fortunately, he was not in any life-threatening condition.

When Nangong Yaoling went to the hospital to see him, his head was bandaged like a dumpling.

He could still smile at him.

It was still that damn calm and indifferent smile of his.

At that time, he didn’t dislike his smile.

To him, he was a true brother, a brother willing to bleed and sacrifice for each other.

And because of this, despite challenging his limits countless times and his entanglements with Xiaonuan, he has allowed him to live until now.

If it were any other man, he would probably be dead long ago.

Now, thinking of how he has plotted against him and framed him so meticulously.

Nangong Yaoling felt an indescribable pain in his heart.