Chapter 101 Avoiding Her Intimacy

The call was from Meng Hongwen.

Jiang Jingyan left the dinner in the middle of the night, leaving only his subordinates watching. He did not explain what happened and left without permission, showing no organization or discipline.

Someone spoke too much and reported it to Meng Hongwen.

Washington was able to resolve what needed to be resolved before the summit and track down the source of the "disappeared" public funds. A large part of the credit went to Jiang Jingyan. His superiors were increasingly fond of him and did not dare to force him, turning a blind eye.

But it is never good to be gossiped about in private and be accused of being complacent.

The only person who can have a say is Meng Hongwen.

"Lian Zhuo said you haven't rested for several days and nights. Can your body handle it?"

Jiang Jingyan leaned back, the straps of Chen Qing's coat hanging on his wrist, tickling his heart.

"It's nothing to be overwhelmed with." He grabbed the thin piece of fabric, "Complete the task ahead of schedule."

"I think you just want to go back to Washington!"

“The group sits comfortably.”

Meng Hongwen was so angry that he cursed, "Bullshit! If Chen Qing had gone to another province with you that day, I don't think you would be so anxious about this matter."

Jiang Jingyan ignored him, laughed, and reached out to feel the temperature behind Chen Qing's ear.

"Do you know who is the person who is picking on you in the group?"

"Know."

"After the summit, the reckoning will finally come to you. Don't just dwell on it."

Jiang Jingyan didn't want to talk about it. He pointed at the sofa and motioned Chen Qing to sit over there. "Are you free during this time? Please take care of me."

"I don't care about you, okay?" Meng Hongwen was furious. "Ever since you and that girl were exposed, all I've received are letters of denunciation, nothing else! If you continue like this, what future will you have?"

"Everything you can get has passed my eyes."

There was silence on the other end.

Jiang Jingyan gently stroked the pages of documents spread out on the table and said casually, "The phenomenon of cliques and factions in Washington is too serious. This is the fastest way."

Meng Hongwen did not express his opinion and told him to stop while he was ahead.

He hummed and hung up.

His eyes were still on the table.

Chen Qing sat for a while, and found that he was watching intently, so he stood up and said, "You go ahead and do your work."

His voice was pitifully hoarse.

"stop."

She stopped and turned around.

Jiang Jingyan fixed his eyes on her face, "Is there anything you want to say?"

Chen Qing paused for a few seconds and licked his lips. "I want to ask you if you want to have dinner together."

The man's face was filled with emotion, and he returned to the table. "I've eaten."

"Yeah." She stood there hesitantly for a long time, then returned to her original position.

Jiang Jingyan put on his glasses, his eyes were bloodshot.

Chen Qing touched his temples and rubbed them gently, "Take a break."

He raised his hand, gently held her fingertips, and released them in a second, "It's cold, change your coat."

The attitude is distant and calm.

Chen Qing pursed her lips, leaned closer, and pressed her lower abdomen against his arm. "Are you still angry?"

"what you think."

She bent down and rubbed the man's cheek.

Just a few feet away, Jiang Jingyan lowered his eyes and looked at him disdainfully.

Chen Qing's face was almost transparent with a sickly color, the corners of her eyes were red, and she was about to cry. The neckline of her nightgown was naturally open, and the bright lights outside the window were reflected in her eyes, and also reflected the fine hairs on her face. The whole person looked like an elf on the edge of a broken heart.

He remained indifferent and turned his head away from her kiss.

Until the early morning, Chen Qing was drowsy and heard the bedroom door being pushed open.

She held her breath in the darkness and waited quietly.

Suddenly, the other side of the bed collapsed, and the crisp mint smell mixed with a hint of nicotine made her brain increasingly clear.

After a long time, Chen Qing turned over carefully.

What caught my eye was Jiang Jingyan's back.

…

The next morning, Chen Qing felt someone kissing her forehead and fiddling with her arms while she was sleeping.

The drugs made her drowsy and she waved her hand gently, "Don't bother me."

I don't know what I hit, I just felt a rough touch.

Like stubble.

Chen Qing suddenly woke up, opened his eyes, and found the bedroom empty.

She stared at the lines on her hands. Was she dreaming?

Even if it was a dream, I couldn't have really slapped Jiang Jingyan...

After this scare, Chen Qing couldn't sleep. Mrs. Luo took her temperature and only let her go to school for rehearsal after confirming that her fever had completely subsided.

There is plenty of time for this performance and the rehearsals are not that intense.

After it was over, Chen Qing stared at his phone in a daze.

Jiang Jingyan didn't contact her all day.

The questioning that night still made her feel uneasy. At noon, she couldn't help but contact Yan Baiqing to confirm whether all the photos had been destroyed.

But he didn't answer.

Chen Qing walked downstairs to the dormitory building and caught a glimpse of a car out of the corner of his eye.

Madame Chiang's bodyguard stood far away and nodded.

She said goodbye to Yuan Hui, saying that she might not return to the dormitory and locked the door.

Mrs. Jiang sent someone to pick up Chen Qing on a whim.

There was a charity auction tonight, and she heard Yan Baiqing was there when she entered.

After waiting for a few days, Jiang Jingyan and Chen Qing didn't make a fuss about the photo, so I had to create an opportunity.

After the summit dinner, Yan Baiqing's reputation among his colleagues soared, and Yan Weilan also benefited from it. Mrs. Jiang did not care about these things, but only cared about how to tie him and Chen Qing together in a natural way.

"Master Yan has personally taken action." The president's wife took a sip of her red wine. "Everyone at the theater has been very quiet these past few days. No one dares to say a word. Even I have been warned by my husband."

Mrs. Jiang laughed, "How did President Liu know that this matter had anything to do with you?"

"He saw I went to the theatre so often and asked me if I had heard of it. If I had, I should keep my mouth shut."

"Where are the photos? Did you keep a copy?"

The president's wife spread her hands and said, "President Liu took it away quietly while I was sleeping."

Mrs. Chiang seemed to be thinking about something, but then she became calm. Even without the photos, this matter could not disappear out of thin air.

What was done is done, and denying it will only add fuel to the fire.

Chen Qing arrived outside the banquet hall and the etiquette lady led her to the VIP lounge to wait.

Before entering the door, there was a noise at the corner of the corridor, and the language was vulgar and obscene.

The etiquette lady bowed and said, "Sorry, I'll ask the staff to take care of it right away."

Chen Qing entered the room, closed the door, and sat down on the sofa in an orderly manner.

After half an hour, the quarreling sounds became closer and the content of the conversation became clearer.

Suddenly, someone broke open the door of the lounge.

Chen Qing was shocked and retreated behind the sofa, "What are you doing!"

On the other side, Jiang Jingyan grabbed the envelope that Boss Huang had given him and strode out of the West Suburb Club, a murderous aura surrounding him.

Lian Zhuo quickened his pace and was equally serious.

After getting in the car, the man ripped open the collar of his shirt, and the photos in the envelope scattered on the leather seat.

The look between his brows was even more sinister than that night.