Chapter 316 Entering the Dream

The force on this side was even greater than that on Qiao Changdong's side.

"Comrade, it's first come, first served. We arrived first, please make way." Wang Jun grabbed the man's shoulder and pulled him back.

The middle-aged man shuddered in pain and stumbled, bumping into the glass door of the restaurant behind him.

Qiao Qiao and her group then saw the other people who had come with the middle-aged man and were standing in front of the glass door.

There were two women and one man. The two women were probably around twenty years old, dressed fashionably, and were pretty. Each of them was carrying a briefcase.

The man appeared to be in his early twenties, with delicate features and a simple style of dress, looking like a college student still in school.

The man was sandwiched between the woman. Although none of the three spoke, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that this man was the backbone of the group.

The two women appeared to be assistants or secretaries.

So when the young man said to the middle-aged man, "Brother Qi, since this was arranged by them first, let's just leave it at that. Don't make things difficult for them. It's the New Year, and harmony is the key to making money."

After speaking, the young man gave Qiao Changdong and his group a polite smile, seemingly apologizing for their poor attitude earlier.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man, who had just rolled up his sleeves as if he wanted revenge, immediately suppressed his anger.

With an obsequious, even sycophantic, demeanor, he moved closer to the young man and said, "Yes, yes, Comrade Fu is right. Harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth."

But the middle-aged man was still unconvinced. After saying this, he glared at Qiao Changdong and Wang Jun, who had just thrown him away, and made a fierce expression.

Then, she humbly bent down and opened the glass door of the restaurant for the young man, then led him out.

The state-run restaurant had a door and half of its wall made of transparent glass. After the two men and two women went out, the middle-aged man bent down and whispered something to the young man in a flattering manner.

The young man, through the glass window, fixed his gaze on Qiao Qiao inside the restaurant.

That gaze.

He appears to be gentle and polite.

But Qiao Qiao felt as if she had become a commodity, being valued by the other party, under that gaze.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around Yan Liti's neck.

At the same time, she communicated with Xiaoyuan in her mind.

"Xiao Yuan, don't you think this guy looks like he's going to eat me up?"

This was the first time Qiao Qiao had felt this way.

[Master, this person seems to possess a trace of spiritual energy, but Xiao Yuan isn't entirely sure. Perhaps the other party concealed it too completely in an instant, resulting in only a slight sense of spiritual energy. He might not be an ordinary person.]

"What's the meaning?"

[I don't know, Master. We should be careful. In Master's mother's world, the most common occurrence is murder and robbery. Master has spiritual power, and this person might be able to sense it, just like Xiao Yuan.]

We should try not to act strangely in public, so as not to attract attention.

"Okay." Qiao Qiao nodded seriously.

She didn't know if it was because the private room in the state-run restaurant was heated, but as soon as Yan Liti carried her in, she felt a warmth in her chest, and she touched her chest with her hand.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Yan Liti asked worriedly as she fed the little girl in her arms, who kept touching her chest.

Qiao Qiao shook her head.

I plan to tell Yan Liti and Qiao Changdong about my conversation with Xiaoyuan once the environment is safe.

Although it's just a guess, and just a feeling.

However, Qiao Qiao dared not be careless.

The food at the state-run restaurant was a bit pricey, but the portions were generous and the service was fast. In particular, the owner was very considerate; after the receptionist told them about the earlier conflict, he gave their table a complimentary shredded chicken.

Qiao Qiao doesn't get carsick, slept very well last night, and is in great spirits today. After dinner, to make her happy, the group took a special trip around the city and bought some local snacks and trinkets.

They were walking to go shopping in front of the state-run restaurant. When they returned with bags full of purchases, they unexpectedly ran into the middle-aged man they had clashed with at the restaurant again next to their car.

The middle-aged man was alone this time, and his car was a Santana.

Upon seeing Qiao Qiao and her group approach, he was initially taken aback, seemingly wanting to cause trouble. However, upon seeing Qiao Changdong and Wang Jun, and recalling the force with which the two men had pressed down on his shoulders, he swallowed the thought.

When he saw that their vehicle was a truck, his eyes instantly flashed with disdain.

He bought his Santana for over 200,000 yuan. Even the most expensive trucks only cost around 100,000 yuan. Moreover, he knew that many people bought their cars thanks to the government's current subsidy policies.

Unlike him, who bought it in full.

So when he saw Qiao Changdong and his group heading towards the truck, the middle-aged man arrogantly raised his chin and clicked his tongue in an ambiguous tone.

Qiao Changdong, who was holding Qiao Qiao's hand, heard the tsk and his cold gaze swept over.

The middle-aged man suddenly seemed to have been choked, losing his voice, lowering his head, getting into his car, and slinking away.

After resting, Qiao Changdong and his group set off again.

Besides fulfilling their needs, the group did not stop for rest along the way, but instead drove to Nanzhou before dawn.

Qiao Qiao was already asleep when she was carried out of the car, taken to a hotel that was still temporarily under Yan Liti's name, and then carried to bed. She had no idea what was happening.

It also entered my dream.

...

The moment Qiao Qiao opened her eyes, she felt as if she were being carefully held in someone's arms.

A warm embrace, a faint, pleasant fragrance.

Qiao Qiao felt the scent was familiar. She opened her eyes and, sure enough, saw herself being held in the arms of a young man.

And that boy was none other than Pei Yiyang, who was only eleven or twelve years old.

The boy carefully held her in his arms, his eyes filled with worry, and his voice was full of reassurance: "Qiaoqiao, don't be afraid, don't cry. Big brother is here. Big brother will always be here with you and protect you. Everything will be alright, be good."

However, Qiao Qiao heard a slight tremor in his voice.

It's the lingering fear after finally surviving a dangerous situation.

Qiao Qiao felt her little hands still tightly wrapped around the other person's neck, and she didn't know what was going on, so she could only obediently nod.

As the boy held her and tried his best to comfort her, Qiao Qiao rolled her eyes and looked around at her surroundings.

This appears to be a warehouse that has been abandoned for a long time, containing some heavy machinery, though it's all scrapped.

The warehouse was dimly lit, with only a few occasional light filtering through broken holes in the ceiling, which looked like they had been neglected for years.