Chapter 128 She is taking a shower

As Yan Baiqing's car drove out of the community, Chen Qing glanced out the window.

There were indeed a lot of reporters, and the labels on the machines were eye-catching.

Yan Baiqing watched silently as she curled up in the corner, her fingers pressed against her scalp, entangled in her long black hair, looking broken and helpless.

"Qing'er." He held her shoulders.

Chen Qing looked up. The thick dark clouds outside the car window blocked the light in her eyes, and there were traces of tears on her cheeks.

Yan Baiqing took a deep breath and said, "Come back to the Yan family with me first."

"I'm not going anywhere." She wiped her face with the back of her hand. "I'm waiting for him."

"This matter is not that simple. Even if Jing Yan exposes Wei Yin, he will still be investigated."

Chen Qing's eyes were filled with tears as he repeated stubbornly, "I'll wait for him."

In fact, she knew the seriousness of the situation better than anyone else. It was a good thing that Jiang Jingyan rescued an orphan from an orphan training class, but if he kept her by his side and raised her until now, and even slept with her, his half-life of glory, the hard work and blood and sweat he paid in his job, along with the Jiang family and Jiang Zhongyi, would be nailed into the mud by the "moral code of conduct". What he said and what he did would be repeatedly dug out and ridiculed by the world, and the justice he tried his best to uphold would in turn become the target of his attack.

That is a fate that will never be reversed.

Chen Qing covered his eyelids with his palms, feeling a stinging pain.

This was the first time she faced true despair since her parents passed away.

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Jiang Jingyan responded to the controversy directly, accompanied by Wei Liang, proving that the two families have had a long-standing relationship, and that Jiang Jingyan and Wei Yin have been "connected since childhood."

Most of the reporters were using the Qingyoufuyuan case to keep pressing the issue, but when they saw that Wei Yin's information matched the information in the denunciation materials, they left disappointed. Lian Zhuo even arranged for several mainstream media outlets to stop them from reporting on the case.

The Huasheng board of directors was very dissatisfied with the scandal caused by Jiang Jingyan. Not only did they hold a criticism meeting within the group, but they also reported it to the higher-ups.

At night, Jiang Jingyan came out of the office and Wei Yin was waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

The wind was strong after the rainstorm, lifting the corner of the man's clothes.

He stood straight, walked upright, and passed by.

"Mr. Jiang." Wei Yin pulled him closer, touching his shoulder. "There are some idle people around the apartment and the Jiang family home. Mrs. Jiang said it would be best if I stayed with you."

Jiang Jingyan's cheekbones bulged, but he regained his composure after a moment. "Miss Wei, you're doing a great job of diverting the blame."

"I think the current situation is a happy one for everyone."

"The Jiang family doesn't know what you've done, but the evidence is irrefutable. One lie can ruin their lives."

Wei Yin straightened his collar and smiled. "Telling Madam Jiang, what will that do? Mr. Jiang, you pushed me to the limit. Chen Qing is fine, but you made Miss Zhang hate me. My brother has worked diligently for so many years and has accumulated some connections, but he can't compete with the Zhang family."

Jiang Jingyan didn't believe her words at all and shook her off. She caught up with him and said, "Can you bear to push Chen Qing to the forefront and see the Jiang family fall into trouble?"

The man stopped by the car.

"I don't necessarily want to kill Mr. Jiang." Wei Yin's tone softened, her voice pitiful and forbearing. "If you pay even a little attention, you'll find that I'm no worse than Chen Qing."

Jiang Jingyan glanced sideways, with a hint of absurdity hidden in his smile.

That night, Wei Yin followed him back to the apartment.

Lian Zhuo explored the route in advance, and the only reporters waiting outside the community were some self-media teams, ready to attract some attention online and increase their voice.

Jiang Jingyan didn't let him get away and let them take pictures. He even got out of the car and walked for a while with Wei Yin.

Not far away, Chen Qing was sitting in the car, watching the backs of a man and a woman walking on the street, then entering the residential complex and going upstairs. An hour passed, and Wei Yin didn't come down.

She was stunned. Yan Baiqing ordered the driver in a deep voice, "Go."

"Please, Mr. Yan, take me back to the ancient town."

"It's too late." He said firmly, "At this stage, anyone entering and leaving the ancient town is under investigation. And with Wei Yin's exposure, those people will definitely find their way there. If you go back in the middle of the night and run into them, can you handle it?"

Chen Qing said nothing, his eyes empty as he stared at a certain point in the air.

When she was a child, her parents had just gotten into trouble, and everyone treated her as a plague. Relatives refused to show their faces, and her classmates made up a rhyme: The first-year students are pure, the second-year students are crazy, and the third-year students are unlucky and will kill their parents.

Chen's father's crime was punishable by death. She didn't dare to resist, nor did she know how to resist. She accepted all the insults. Now Jiang Jingyan was implicated. She just hoped that the Luo family would not be implicated anymore.

So, she was homeless.

"Don't contact Jingyan for now." The man spoke gently, trying to comfort her as much as possible. "His every move is being watched. He might have to hand over his phone. Wait until the storm has passed—"

"I know."

Her voice was so soft that it was barely noticeable. Yan Baiqing pursed his lips, his eyes dark.

When they arrived at Yan's house, it started raining again. The rain on a summer night was not cold, but Chen Qing was shivering badly.

Yan Baiqing simply hugged her and protected her under the umbrella.

Small hailstones mixed with the rain fell on his shoulders with a crackling sound. When he entered the house, the servants shouted, "You are all wet!"

Chen Qing came to her senses and found that Yan Baiqing's coat was on her body. The shirt underneath was soaked and stuck to her skin, forming a well-proportioned and deep barrier, which was more delicate than if she was not wearing anything.

She turned her head away and said, "Mr. Yan, be careful not to catch a cold."

The servant wisely withdrew and said, "I'll make you a bowl of ginger tea to drive away the cold."

It was a hot and humid rainy night, but the living room was well air-conditioned. Chen Qing rubbed his arms, his face turning pale.

"Go upstairs." Yan Baiqing took her wrist. "The room is cleaned up. I have prepared a few sets of clothes at home. Try them on."

The guest room was next to his bedroom. He watched Chen Qing go in, then stood in the corridor and lit a cigarette.

He seldom smokes, and even when he goes out for social events, he may not smoke even if someone offers him a cigarette. It's just that at this moment he is unusually restless and irritable.

The nanny came over with an ashtray and said, "Madam won't be back tonight."

"What happened?"

"Someone's coming from my hometown."

Yan Baiqing frowned but said nothing. Yan Weilan's recruitment efforts in the city had been ineffective. She looked down on small-time talent, and anyone with a bit of capital kept their distance from the Jiang family, not daring enough to oppose them. Perhaps she was getting anxious.

After finishing a cigarette, there was no movement in the bedroom.

The nanny was concerned, "Go take a hot bath, Miss Chen, we will take care of you here."

Suddenly, the servant downstairs ran up and said, "There's a phone call for you!"

He shot a sharp look at the servant, who shuddered and whispered, "It's Mr. Jiang."

Yan Baiqing paused to make sure Chen Qing didn't hear him, then turned into his bedroom and answered the intercom on his landline.

There was no light on in the room. He held the receiver in his hand and calmly instructed the nanny, "Qing'er is tired today. Make some soothing tea."

"yes."

The person on the other end of the phone heard every word.

Yan Baiqing sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and asked knowingly with a smile in his voice, "Jingyan?"

"Let Chen Qing answer the phone."

"She's in the shower."

The atmosphere suddenly became eerie and solemn. As he listened to the sound of electricity and the man's suppressed breathing, his smile deepened.