Chapter 13: Even temper has its limits

After Mrs. Luo finished her brief introduction, Chen Qing suppressed his doubts, walked over, and bowed slightly, "Mr. Yan."

The man nodded slightly, "This is..."

"Consider me half a student." Mrs. Luo pulled Chen Qing to sit next to her.

Chen Qing was staying at the Luo family's house temporarily without going through the adoption procedures, and the Luo family's social circle was not aware of the existence of such a person as her.

During the conversation, Yan Baiqing was modest and polite, without looking at anyone too closely.

Finally, he suddenly brought up the topic, "Is Qing'er in Mrs. Luo's choir?"

It was the first time that Chen Qing was addressed like this by a strange man. He panicked for a moment and said, "No, I don't meet the standards."

Mrs. Luo smiled and said, "She's still young and hasn't graduated yet. Maybe she'll have better opportunities in the future."

The Luo family had high expectations for Chen Qing. Although she was not an adopted daughter, the Lu couple had planned for her future and the choir was not her goal.

Yan Baiqing looked at Chen Qing and asked, "Where do you go to school?"

She named the school, and the man raised an eyebrow, "Not bad."

After saying that, he stood up and said, "I apologize for bothering you today. Goodbye."

Chen Qing stood up politely and walked him to the door with the nanny.

Yan Baiqing took the coat and gloves, and as he was leaving, he turned around and patted her on the shoulder, "It's cold, Qing'er, you don't have to see me off."

He was tall and strong, not inferior to Jiang Jingyan, and he looked extremely oppressive standing in front of Chen Qing.

The hand on her shoulder was broad and strong, and its warmth penetrated her sweater, causing her to shiver barely perceptibly.

This gesture was more like an elder's gesture to a younger person. Chen Qing didn't think much of it and curled his eyes. "Goodbye, Mr. Yan."

After watching the man leave, she turned around.

At the railing on the second floor, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a pair of frameless glasses on his nose, staring at her silently.

As the footsteps came down the stairs, Chen Qing's breathing became more and more disordered.

Jiang Jingyan glanced at her and sat down on the sofa.

"Qing'er." Mrs. Luo called her, "I bought you new clothes. Go and try them on to see if they fit you."

"good."

Chen Qing ran to the bedroom, his heart beating so fast that it was about to burst out of his throat.

Jiang Jingyan is here...

Are you stopping by to pay New Year's greetings, or are you here to celebrate the Spring Festival?

Her heart was in a mess and she shook out the clothes in the bag.

Mrs. Luo has a good aesthetic sense. She reviews the costumes for the choir's performances and always gives them positive reviews, saying they are pleasing to the eye.

Everything bought for Chen Qing was never fancy nor overly luxurious; instead, they were all pure, dignified and elegant in style.

She laid the pieces out on the bed one by one, identified the brands, looked up the prices, and wrote them down in her memo.

Before she came of age, all her food, clothing and expenses were arranged by Jiang Jingyan himself. After she became an adult, she began to deliberately refuse, and would only ask him for help when she really could not afford it.

The Luo family treated her like Miss Luo, and she kept a record of the gifts and care they gave her from time to time.

Favor is favor, money is money.

Over the years, she has always been very clear about what she owes.

After sitting for a while, I heard people talking and laughing downstairs.

Chen Qing hung up the clothes when suddenly someone knocked on the door.

"who?"

No movement.

She pursed her lips and moved over to open a gap.

The man stood under the dim light, his outline hazy and soft.

Chen Qing glanced at the stairs behind him and whispered, "Mr. Jiang, is there anything wrong?"

Jiang Jingyan raised his hand. An orange packaging bag, a top luxury brand.

"What?"

"Gift."

She shook her head. "It's too expensive. I don't want it."

Jiang Jingyan's patience was running out, so he grabbed her arm and pushed it inward.

Hearing the sound of the lock being locked, Chen Qingxin was instantly alert.

The bag was casually thrown on the carpet. Jiang Jingyan approached step by step, "Chen Qing, there should be a limit to your temper."

She stepped back in a hurry, her calf hitting the edge of the bed, and she fell down, "I didn't..."

The man clamped her chin and lifted it up. "You don't want mine, you want that little Mercedes?"

Chen Qing realized who he was talking about, "That's my classmate. We work part-time at the training camp together."

"He needs a part-time job?" Jiang Jingyan narrowed his eyes, looking curious.

She lowered her eyes and said nothing.

Jiang Jingyan suddenly exerted force with his arms.

Chen Qing had nowhere to hold on to, so he pounced on him without warning, and his face hit his waist and abdomen.

Just as she was about to stand up, he held the back of her head and looked down at her condescendingly, "It seems that Lang Youqing is in love."

Chen Qing struggled.

"What about you? Are you interested?"

She twisted her body more violently.

This position reminded Jiang Jingyan of another scene.

It felt like an electric current was flowing through my back, and my muscles suddenly tensed and twitched.

Chen Qing noticed something unusual and calmed down.

"There's a new car parked in the garage. You drive it first." He breathed heavily, his tone harsh, "The Qi family is useless. It's empty inside. It will go bankrupt within three years. Don't count on your classmate."

Chen Qing was stunned, momentarily ignoring the hidden meaning of this sentence, "Are you investigating Qi Kai?"

The man was silent.