Qiao An’s expression was grave as she rushed to the floor-to-ceiling window at the first chance.
They were on the third floor, and a leap from there would not kill her, but it would leave her seriously injured.
The smoke seeping from under the door was becoming thicker and more pungent by the moment.
Time was running out, and she had no other choice!
She yanked a silk sheet out with one hand, pulled open a drawer, and used scissors to cut it into strips, which she twisted into several makeshift ropes.
She pushed open the window and secured one end of the connected ropes tightly to the bedpost, tossing the other end down to the ground below.
Just as her body was crossing through the window, Qiao An’s hand trembled, nearly causing her to fall.
She steadied her mind, enduring the stinging pain in her palms, and began to descend bit by bit.
Mu Jingxi saw this scene from the yard and his eyes immediately turned icy.
He dashed over in a few swift strides, “Qiao An, what are you doing?”
“Ah…”
The abrupt voice startled Qiao An.
Her grip slackened from the distraction, unable to bear her body’s weight any longer.
She fell uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string.
There was no pain in her tone.
Qiao An landed in a pair of strong arms, her nerves still frazzled as she looked up to see Mu Jingxi’s dark and brooding face.
“What on earth happened?” he demanded in a cold voice.
Clearly, he had seen the thick smoke billowing from her bedroom window, but there was not a single servant in sight.
The guards appeared to be clueless as well, which only fueled his anger.
One of the guards immediately stepped forward, “Third Young Master, we will check on it right away!”
Mu Jingxi’s expression was terrifyingly grim, his body radiating a glacial coldness mixed with a deadly chill.
Qiao An patted her chest, and with her tender forefinger, she poked his firm chest, “Um…
you can put me down now.”
“Eh…”
Qiao An’s lips curled up, revealing an innocent smile, “I thought you didn’t hear me, and I wanted to repeat it.”
“You can speak with your mouth, there’s no need for your hands,” he said.
Qiao An: “…”
Soon, the guard brought out Yan Zhenzhen and Mu Shaoxi.
Mu Shaoxi’s delicate and fair face was smeared with soot, resembling a little coal ball.
Yan Zhenzhen fared no better, with her face and clothes all dirty.
Both followed behind the guard, the older one feigning composure while the younger one seemed fearless.
“Third Young Master, Miss Yan, and Young Master Shaoxi have been brought here,” said the guard before stepping aside.
Upon seeing the woman in Mu Jingxi’s arms, Yan Zhenzhen felt as if her lungs would explode with rage.
How dare this woman throw herself into his arms?
She had sunk to a new level of shamelessness!
Before Mu Jingxi could even reprimand her, Yan Zhenzhen burst out.
With a raging aura, she stepped forward, pointing at Qiao An’s nose, “Brother Jingxi, why are you holding this woman?
Do you not realize that Qingxin is your fiancée?”
Little Mu Shaoxi looked up indignantly, “Little Uncle, why are you holding the weird auntie?”