Chapter 9: Stolen Kiss
"Liu Kun, my time is running out."
"Master, the doctors have said that you..."
"Those doctors are all paid by me. They say what I want them to say." Nanrong Yong glanced at Liu Kun, his voice grave. "You are the person I trust the most; I might as well tell you the truth. The doctors predict I have less than two years to live. The reason I don’t tell Wanqing is that I don’t want them to worry. Wanqing has only taken over the company for a few years, and the foundation isn’t stable. If those at home find out about my health condition, who knows what they might do. In families like ours, interests are more tangible than kinship."
"Master, rest assured, I will not tell anyone else about this."
Nanrong Yong nodded, then changed the subject. "I’ve heard someone sent a clock while I’ve been ill?"
"Yes... we still haven’t found out who it was."
"Hmph! No need to search, I can guess who. They dare to send me a clock so openly—it seems they can’t wait to make their move. Liu Kun, stay by Wanqing’s side from now on and protect her. I don’t want the tragedy of last time to repeat itself."
Liu Kun knew the ’tragedy’ Nanrong Yong was referring to. A few years ago, Nanrong Wanqing was in a car accident on the way to work. The driver fled the scene, and no one has found them yet.
That car accident caused Nanrong Wanqing to become paraplegic, destined to spend her life in a wheelchair. The Nanrong Family unanimously believed that the accident was plotted by their adversaries.
"Master, it is my unshirkable duty to protect the young miss, but if I stay by the young miss’s side, given her intelligence, she might soon guess something."