A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 1868

Mo Gucheng's instructions had caused the War God Castle to miss their closest opportunity to learn the truth.

As a result, Lu Ziming's phone call failed to raise the alarm at Mount Yan.

Since everyone's attention was focused on the faraway Chu Sect, they weren't concerned with what was happening in Jiangbei.

Meanwhile, it was peaceful at the Lu mansion.

Ever since Ye Fan and Junie started his treatment, there were no longer any movements.

Upon Ye Fan's instructions, Lu Ziming had men guarding the mansion's perimeter to prevent strangers from approaching.

“That's weird. What's going on at the Lu mansion?”

As school had just ended, Qiu Mucheng and Liu Yubingwere taking Qiu Mufan home.

It was just that the road they had to pass by was sealed.

At the same time, the mansion was filled with people. All of them were heavily armed and scanning the surroundings vigilantly. Any car or individual trying to pass was turned back by security.

“This is a public road. What gives the Lu Clan the right to block it off? I can't accept this. I have to speak to them about it.”

Just when Liu Yubing was about to get out of the car in anger, Qiu Mucheng stopped her.

“Forget it, Yubing. It's better not to get into any trouble. Let's just circle around,” she suggested softly.

Nagged by a sense of unease, she had a grim look on her face.

“Mucheng, what's wrong? This isn't like you. Why are you so fearful? Have you forgotten how brave we were a year ago when we overpowered a pervert on public transport?”

Liu Yubing turned to look at her good friend.

She suddenly felt as if Qiu Mucheng had changed.

The latter had lost her courage, no longer the Qiu Mucheng she knew.

Otherthan getting Liu Yubingto drive home, Qiu Mucheng didn't say another word.

“Mufan, go and do your homework,” Qiu Mucheng instructed upon returning to Liu Yubing's house.

Once he was gone, only the two women were left in the living room.

“Mucheng, are you all right? Are you still disturbed by what happened the other day? Since the perpetrator has been nabbed and the police have closed the case, we are safe now,” Liu Yubing reassured her.

However, Qiu Mucheng shook her head. “It's not going to be that easy. As long as I don't submit, the Meng family will never let me go. Furthermore, he has begun to take action against you and Fan junior,” she lamented.

She had assumed Meng Chuan would at least have some principles as the eldest son of the Meng family.

Unfortunately, she had overestimated how virtuous he was and his family's influence on Livingsfill.

Even her boss dared to take such a huge risk just to ingratiate himself with the Meng family.

Thus, Qiu Mucheng couldn't believe what would happen if she continued to stay in Livingsfill.

Even though mother and son managed to escape the last crisis, she wondered if she would still be as lucky when faced with the next one.

Consequently, she had finally decided to leave Livingsfill and Jiangbei after giving it a lot of thought.

“What? You're leaving? Mucheng, are you overreacting? You have just familiarized yourself and settled in here. And now, you want to go? Have you forgotten about our promise to buy a place next to each other and be neighbors?”

Upon hearing that Qiu Mucheng wanted to leave Jiangbei, Liu Yubing grew anxious.

Later on, Ye Fan seldom came home nor stayed connected with her.

Back then, she kept assuming that his dangerous job was the reason for his behavior.

But after deliberating on it, she figured it was because he no longer fancied her.

That is understandable as no one could love an empty vase forever. There would always be more beautiful and exquisite vases out there, especially since Ye Fan was such a high-profile person. Tons of exceptional women would probably surround him. It's my fault for just being mediocre.

Just as she laughed, tears began to flow out of her

eyes.

Liu Yubing was confused as she didn't know what Qiu Mucheng was talking about.

Suddenly, a couple of luxury cars arrived outside amidst their chat.

At the head of the convoy was a Bentley.

As the car door swung open automatically, it revealed Meng Chuan's frosty expression.

“Mr. Meng, the person you're looking for is inside,” an elderly man by his side reported.

Without saying a word, Meng Chuan waved his hand.

Whoosh!

The next moment, all the doors of the convoy swung open in unison.

More than ten burly men swarmed out of the cars and surged toward the main door.