Chapter 116: Does it matter if you get married?

The temperature in the ward was just right, but Chen Qing was under invisible pressure, feeling cold all over, his teeth chattering.

She didn't say anything, but he guessed everything.

Having been kept in Jiang Jingyan's care for more than six years, some of his thoughts could no longer be concealed.

After a long pause, he scratched her chin with his thumb, turned around and sat down on the sofa, "If you dare to say anything unpleasant, I'll break your legs."

Chen Qing blinked away the moisture in her eyes, "I have to give an explanation to Madam Jiang and the Wei family."

"The main culprit is Zhang Zhao. What do you have to explain?"

"In the final analysis, Wei Yin suffered an unprovoked disaster."

"Who should be sentenced depends on the law. You are not the police."

"She had a near-death experience, how can I feel at peace with myself?"

Jiang Jingyan suddenly dropped the folder in his hand, and it slid onto the floor with a sharp sound.

Lian Zhuo heard the noise and wanted to go in but didn't dare push the door. He took a quick glance through the small window. The room was brightly lit. A man was leaning forward with his elbows resting on his thighs. His sitting posture showed his irritability.

Chen Qing leaned against the window, sniffing, "To compensate Wei Yin, if you give, I have to give too."

"You made the decision for me?"

"I can't do that for you." Her eyes were determined and sad. "In the end, we didn't have a future."

The wound on Jiang Jingyan's back was burning with pain. He endured it, holding his breath without leaving any trace, and said in a hoarse voice, "Go to bed and sleep."

Chen Qing limped and just as he reached the bed, the man stood up.

She lay down, covered herself with the quilt, half resigned to her fate, half self-deprecating, "How long can you control me? Until you get married and deal with two women?"

Jiang Jingyan stopped at the door with his back to her, and after a moment, he left calmly.

…

For the next week, Jiang Jingyan didn't show up at the hospital. Tang Xiaoming accompanied Chen Qing when she was discharged, and after the paperwork was completed, Lian Zhuo came to take her back to her apartment. Mrs. Luo had been busy lately and couldn't spare the time to come over, so she and the cook were the only ones in the house.

On Monday, she returned to rehearsal, less than half a month before the official performance.

Yuan Hui only knew that she had been in a minor car accident. She didn't ask for details and was concerned about her condition.

The second rehearsal was in the afternoon, still in the same locker room as before.

"It seems Wei Yin has asked for leave." Yuan Hui brought a small fan from the dormitory and blew it hard in her face. "The teachers are discussing whether to replace her, but I don't think it's possible."

"How do you know everything?"

"Didn't you hear me when I came in?"

Chen Qing shook his head.

She has been in a daze these days. Not only does she not pay attention to other people's whispers, but even if someone tells her about the entertainment industry's big news, she won't be interested at all.

Yuan Hui unscrewed the water bottle and said, "Mr. Yan is here today."

"You know this too?"

"Sister, the city inspection team almost walked over you!"

Chen Qing was embarrassed and said nothing.

This time the waiting time was shorter, only twenty minutes to prepare to leave.

After they went on stage, the students in front of them whispered to each other. Yuan Hui stretched her neck to look and pulled Chen Qing, "Mr. Yan is in the third row!"

Chen Qing was dragged by her and did not step firmly on the last step. The person next to her happened to join in the fun and the tip of his shoe rubbed against the wound on her calf. The pain made her legs go limp and she knelt down on the stage.

The crowd made way, revealing their miserable appearance.

Yan Baiqing was originally talking to someone next to him. When he caught sight of the movement on the stage, he straightened his back instantly and said, "Qing'er."

Chen Qing slowed down, helped Yuan Hui to stand up, and signaled to him that he was fine.

The man sat back down.

Colleagues on the inspection team were puzzled. "I haven't heard that Mr. Yan's family members are here this time. Are they relatives?"

"No," he said, his eyes fixed on her, his tone smiling, "a friend."

Colleagues understood what he meant. This expression was not of a friend, but more like a bed partner. Such things were not uncommon in the circle. Not to mention the married ones, but the unmarried ones just loved to seek excitement and hide it, which made them more satisfied psychologically. The well-behaved playboys were secretly talking nonsense and pretending to be monks in front of others.

Yan Baiqing ignored his meaningful look and concentrated on listening to the music.

Chen Qing is a good seedling. Although he has less experience than the actors in the theater and association, his strength lies in his superb skills, which can reach a medium to high level, worthy of his childhood skills.

When the song ended, he clapped his hands and cheered for her.

Chen Qing shook his arms. His shoulder was bruised from the car accident and it hadn't healed yet, so it was a little difficult for him to draw the bow.

During the exit, Yuan Hui squeezed in beside her and said, "Mr. Yan still likes you. That Wei Yin can't compare to your weight."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"How can you be talking nonsense—" Yuan Hui looked up and saw Secretary Yan Baiqing pushing through the crowd and heading straight towards them.

The secretary bowed respectfully and said, "Ms. Chen, Mr. Yan will see you in the locker room after he finishes."

Chen Qing frowned, "Is there something wrong? I'll call Mr. Yan and go back to school soon."

"Mr. Yan will be here in ten minutes. You can wait by the school bus."

Ten minutes is not enough to gather and set off. If we really meet next to the bus, who knows what kind of misunderstanding will occur.

Yuan Hui was just joking, but she knew she was afraid of rumors spreading, so after returning to the lounge, she put her arm around her classmates and urged them to leave.

Chen Qing opened the door, moved a chair to block it, and sat at the door to enjoy the draft.

Yan Baiqing appeared at the end of the corridor on time and saw this scene.

The girl with a ponytail crossed one leg on the chair and let the other leg swing casually. She tilted her face slightly and squinted her eyes, looking free and easy.

He couldn't help but want to laugh. Chen Qing was usually too well-behaved and too casual.

He soon came to his senses. This might be Jiang Jingyan's credit, as she had been raised to be innocent and naive in nature.

When the footsteps reached his ears, Chen Qing stood up and clasped his hands in front of him, "Mr. Yan."

Yan Baiqing looked down, "Did you fall?"

She was stunned and said, "No."

"You fell on the stairs, but you didn't get hurt?" the man said as he squatted down and placed his palm on the back of her calf.

Chen Qing was wearing a long skirt, so she shouldn't be exposed, but such an action was too presumptuous.

She backed away, bumping into the edge of her chair.

The noise woke Yan Baiqing up. He withdrew his hand and regained his composure. "Sorry, I was abrupt."

"fine…"

"This is the ointment my mother often uses to remove scars."

Chen Qing then noticed the medicine box in his hand, "No need, I have plenty."

"Here." Yan Baiqing handed it to her without hesitation. "I went to the hospital, but I didn't expect you to be discharged."

"Well, luckily it didn't delay the rehearsal."

“Youth is important.”

Chen Qing smiled, and his palm trembled. It was a message from Yuan Hui: Wei Yin is here.

She wondered, with such serious injuries, would she be able to be discharged from the hospital and walk around?

Yan Baiqing lowered his eyes and looked at him, "What's wrong?"

"No..." She looked up, "The secretary said you had something to talk to me about."

"Yes, send ointment."

Chen Qing held the small box, his eyebrows curved, "Is this it? It's so solemn, it seems to be very expensive, then I will definitely use it well."

Yan Baiqing also laughed, "Don't use the inexpensive ones?"

"Of course, I don't want to get a scar."

Actually, it was a joke. Chen Qing had sensitive skin. When he was a child in the Chen family, he had to be cautious with most of the medicines. Later, when he was in the Luo family, he accidentally cut himself and took an ointment that was also for scar removal. As a result, he got rashes all over his body. Since then, Jiang Jingyan has been particularly particular about this kind of thing.

The ointment was delivered, and Yan Baiqing really had nothing else to do as the inspection team was still waiting, so the two of them walked out together.

Passing by the performance hall, Wei Yin was sitting in a wheelchair with Jiang Jingyan standing behind him.