Chapter 194 Does it have anything to do with you?

After hanging up the phone, Old Sun gestured to Jian Mo, "Agreed."

She just smiled.

He appeared in the hospital in a wheelchair, not conspicuous, and went straight to the VIP ward. Zhou Liangqi's injuries seemed to have improved a lot. He sat on the sofa and listened to Secretary Zhao's report.

He was not surprised to see Jian Mo and waved to the bodyguard to let her pass.

Jian Mo slid in in her wheelchair.

Secretary Zhao stopped talking when he saw her. Zhou Liangqi signaled him, "Go on."

"After the factory incident, the higher-ups have their sights on that shipment from the port. Do you think we should take the national highway or the expressway? Should we take a few detours?"

Zhou Liangqi squinted his eyes, his bare arms basking in the sun. "Let Liu Jing take the highway, straight ahead. The main force must be lurking on the national highway right now, just a feint."

"Yes." Secretary Zhao finished his report, nodded to Jian Mo, and walked out.

There were only two people left in the ward. Zhou Liangqi stood up and said, "It's a pity that I'm also a patient. I can't pour you tea this time."

"I never liked tea."

"Is the wound better? Doctor Sun is a master in Haicheng Surgery, so there's no need to worry about scars." Zhou Liangqi didn't care about her attitude.

"You're really quick with your news." Jian Mo lowered her eyes. "Let me be frank, Zhou Liangqi, does that factory incident have anything to do with you?"

Zhou Liangqi paused, "Do you think it has anything to do with me?"

"Mu Yi knew about our affairs and even had access to photos of our meeting. It's hard for me not to doubt that you didn't agree with it." Jian Mo narrated calmly, "It was you who facilitated Wen Yuan's return to China, right?"

Zhou Liangqi picked up the gold-rimmed glasses beside him and slowly wiped them clean with a wet tissue. "So?"

"It's not surprising that Mu Yi can kidnap me, but it's extremely difficult for him to kidnap Wen Yuan, who is a young lady."

The two looked at each other calmly. Zhou Liangqi raised an eyebrow and said, "I sent the eldest daughter of the Wen family into the tiger's mouth. Do you think her life is too long?"

"I'm sure there's a bigger mastermind behind Mu Yi. He wants me dead, or Wen Yuan dead. Zhou Liangqi, you just need to tell me if it's you."

"No," he answered quickly.

"Can I trust you?"

Zhou Liangqi leaned over and unbuttoned her clothes, one by one. She was trembling a little. She was always afraid of this powerful man.

"What are you doing?"

Her clothes were open, revealing the wounds on her waist and abdomen. Her slender waist was as white as the gauze, so white that it was dazzling.

Zhou Liangqi gently touched the wound with his finger, as if sighing, then raised his head and looked into Jian Mo's eyes, "You can always trust me."

Her eyes were excited.

For the next week, Huo Qichen was handling matters in Jiangcheng, and a little girl was always by his side. Soon, this strange thing spread to the ears of his subordinates in Haicheng.

During an inspection of a subsidiary company that day, the executive accompanied him at the dinner table and brought up Wen Yuan. "Mr. Huo has never publicly brought a woman with him. Miss Wen is the first one. I'm sure this must be of great significance."

As he spoke, he hinted with an ambiguous look.

Wen Yuan's face turned red and white. She didn't expect to be misunderstood. She looked at Huo Qichen and saw that he didn't care.

"Didn't I hear that Mr. Huo has a wife?"

Huo Qichen's face darkened slightly, and Wen Yuan immediately smiled and replied, "It's just a rumor."

Everyone nodded belatedly.

No one dared to persuade Huo Qichen to drink, but Wen Yuan drank one glass after another at the table.

Huo Qichen teased her: "I won't take you home if you get drunk this time."

Wen Yuan blushed and just laughed.

Still drunk, the driver carried her to the car. Wen Yuan half-lay on the seat, resting her head on her arms and looking up at Huo Qichen sitting next to her, mumbling: "Brother Huo, I miss you so much..."

Huo Qi Chen sat in the back seat, his wrists entangled in her hair, and didn't say a word.

Wen Yuan whispered, "When I first started, I had no money and no connections. One time, I took a car for most of the day to a remote mountain forest in Southern California. The CEO of an investment company was vacationing at his private villa. It was already dark when I arrived. But there was nothing I could do. My team needed money the next day, so I had no choice but to go in alone with a flashlight."

Now that she thought about it, that mountain must have been more than a hundred stories high. Late at night, with no street lights, she walked alone in the night wind, with mosquitoes biting her exposed skin densely. She had to be careful where she walked. If she wasn't careful, she would fall from a height of two stories, sliding down quickly all the way. In the end, her back was scratched by a large rock, bleeding and in excruciating pain, leaving a deep scar.

The higher she got, the more cautious she became, because if she fell again, she would be crushed to pieces. As she neared the summit, the sky began to turn pale. She looked down and saw the height of the mountain. Under the intense psychological pressure, her legs weakened and she could no longer walk.

Huo Qichen was lighting a cigarette, but when he heard this, he paused and held the lighter with his fingertips, but couldn't light it.

She did all these things, more than one of them, by herself. If she hadn't been so nervous and cautious, Wen Yuan probably wouldn't be here now.

"Oh, and when I first started working as an investigator, I would stake out those companies every day, starting at noon and ending late at night, for a whole month without finding anything."

"Every night I had to walk through a crowded alley to get back to my place. There were a lot of people living in that alley, all idle hooligans with cigarettes dangling from their lips. They were foreigners, and their physiques were stronger than ours. Maybe my frequent appearances caught their attention. One day, when I was carrying my computer home, they blocked my way."

The cigarette was lit, and he took a deep breath. The smoke floated in front of his eyes, making it impossible to see the man's expression.

The American had a sturdy build and scary tattoos on his body. He dragged Wen Yuan over and pressed her to the ground. Reeking of alcohol, he reached out to rip her clothes off ferociously. It was truly desperate at that time. The overwhelming darkness gave people the illusion that they would die in the next second and their lives would be over.

Wen Yuan said this with a smile, and suddenly moved closer to Huo Qichen, smiling like a flower: "Brother Huo, do you know what happened next?"

Huo Qi Chen didn't look at her.

Wen Yuan picked up the cigarette box he threw on the ground and opened it. The black cigarettes were neatly arranged, thin and long. She took out one and took out the silver-gray lighter from his palm. It was the brand he always liked to use.

At first he refused to give it to her, but later she exerted force and perhaps her nails hurt him, so he let go.

Wen Yuan put the cigarette holder in her mouth and handed it to him. She took a deep puff and frowned. The smell was more pungent than any other cigarette she had ever smoked. It made her eyes tear up, but she didn't cough.

Huo Qichen put the cigarette on the ground, and a black hole was immediately created on the fine carpet, ruining the whole carpet.

"Then what."