Chapter 130 Are you heartbroken?

The two people on the sofa looked towards the stairs to the second floor at the same time.

Zhang Yun didn't care at first, but when she noticed the man's slightly furrowed brows, she asked with interest, "Is there anyone?"

"Maybe the nanny is cleaning." Yan Baiqing signaled with his eyes, "Go and check it out, don't disturb your mother's rest."

The servant who was making tea came upstairs.

Zhang Yun's gaze returned to the magazine page, her expression normal.

She didn't state her purpose or when she would leave, so Yan Baiqing couldn't just order her to leave.

"I've seen Mr. Jiang's female student." Zhang Yun suddenly spoke.

Yan Baiqing paused.

She leaned forward and said mysteriously, "It's not that."

Seeing that the man was not surprised, Zhang Yun looked at him meaningfully, "You knew?"

"I know a little."

"As expected, men always cover up for each other."

Yan Baiqing laughed out loud, "Why do you say that?"

"You knew he was keeping a female student, so you covered up for him." Zhang Yun closed the magazine and put it aside. "What about him? Did he hide any secrets for you?"

He lifted the tea lid and shook his head.

Zhang Yun looked at him straight. The sunlight shone in, spreading out as spots on the floor, and then reflected into his eyes. It was not dazzling, but eye-catching.

She was very picky about her marriage partners, especially men of this age group who were too mature, smooth and worldly-wise like a thick layer of grease covering their appearance, and were not within her interest.

She was a strong woman, but that didn't stop her from craving stability in her partner, while also yearning for gentleness. Yan Baiqing possessed both, making him the most charming man she had ever met.

Like the cool breeze blowing from a mountain spring, it is elusive yet lingering between your fingers.

Can't hold it, can't let it go.

After the first meeting, she was determined to win.

Yan Baiqing put down his teacup and asked, "Miss Zhang, what's wrong with me?"

Zhang Yun glanced at his nose, chin, Adam's apple, and the loose gray-blue collar, and smiled generously, "No."

As soon as he finished speaking, the secretary suddenly interrupted, "Mr. Yan."

He walked up to Yan Baiqing and lowered his voice very low, "Mr. Jiang is here to pick up Miss Chen."

The man suppressed his emotions and said, "I understand."

After a moment, he stood up and asked, "Want to take a walk in the backyard?"

Zhang Yun shrugged, "Okay."

The secretary and the other two left from another door, then went out to send Zhang Yun's driver away and asked the nanny to take Chen Qing downstairs.

On the way to the ancient town, Chen Qing wanted to inquire about Jiang Jingyan's situation, but the driver was not a familiar face, so she didn't dare to say a word.

If you go to the rehearsal with such a heavy heart, you are bound to make mistakes.

When it was her turn to play the erhu melody, she miscounted the beats and was a few seconds late. After the show, the general manager called her out in public, and the sound bounced around the performance hall through the microphone, dull and strong. She smiled awkwardly and bowed to apologize.

Yuan Hui squeezed over and whispered to comfort him, "It's okay, he's just like that. No matter who has the slightest flaw, he won't give them face."

Chen Qing nodded lightly.

"What's wrong with you? You look distracted."

She took a deep breath, looked up, and found a figure standing in the audience near the side door.

The breath instantly choked in her throat, causing her to cough, and her eyes burned red from coughing.

There was a vortex in the man's eyes, but he endured it again and again and stood there without moving.

His hand hanging by his side was clenched into a fist, and the blood vessels on the back of his hand were bulging with tendons and bones.

Jiang Jingyan left the meeting in Huasheng and rushed to the ancient town. Coincidentally, he heard the person in charge scolding Chen Qing, and saw her bending over and lowering her head pitifully, which made him feel agitated.

"Are you feeling bad?" Yan Baiqing entered through the side door. "The person in charge is the music director of the association. I advise you to be patient."

"Brother, you came quite quickly."

"Miss Zhang and I haven't confirmed our relationship yet, so it's easy to get rid of her. Are you disappointed?"

Jiang Jingyan's smile turned cold. "It's not that I'm disappointed. After all, I can delay you for a while."

He didn't hide it, so Yan Baiqing simply pointed it out, "You sent me away last night and held me back today. Jingyan, are you so insecure in front of me?"

After the person in charge on stage finished his speech, the actors left the stage and the staff prepared the set for the next show.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, the two men felt a distinct chill.

Jiang Jingyan played with his lighter, his face calm, "Brother is overconfident, otherwise he wouldn't have placed such a black ship so openly in the center of the city."

Yan Baiqing knew he was talking about the club, so he turned sideways and smiled calmly, "Your people are here."

Wei Yin descended the stairs, her steps slow. To reassure the school leaders, she hadn't used a wheelchair. The pain in her back strained as she moved, causing her to break into a cold sweat.

"Are you coming to pick me up?" She squeezed between the chair and Jiang Jingyan, her chest pressed against his arm. "We still have a meeting, which will be over in about half an hour."

The man ignored her, his eyes fixed on the figure beside the red silk curtain.

Yan Baiqing walked two steps away and waved, "Qing'er, come here."

Chen Qing originally wanted to secretly take a look at Jiang Jingyan before leaving, but was suddenly caught and was shocked.

She held her erhu and slowly walked off the stage, "Mr. Yan."

"Your clothes fell down." Yan Baiqing raised his hand, with the thin and narrow strap hanging on his index finger.

Chen Qing took a glance, his cheeks burning, and quickly took it and hid it behind his back.

It was her changed underwear, which she had washed last night and hung in the guest room. In the afternoon, she heard the nanny say someone was coming to pick her up, and she thought it was Jiang Jingyan, so she ran downstairs without bothering to pick it up.

Wei Yin smiled, her tone half teasing and half envious, "Mr. Yan came specially to deliver clothes."

“Do something else, too.”

Jiang Jingyan remained indifferent and just stared at Chen Qing. The latter noticed it and pretended to be casual and made eye contact with him.

My eyes suddenly turned red.

She lowered her head and rubbed the bridge of her nose, "Mr. Yan, I have to go to a meeting."

"I kept a car."

"No, I'm staying at the B&B these days."

This is what she told the driver sent by Jiang Jingyan, so he left everyone in the conference room alone and rushed over. As expected, Huasheng added another "crime" to him.

Chen Qing said goodbye to them and turned around as if he was in a sea of ​​fire and swords. He wanted to turn his head away, but he was afraid that the media who were hiding somewhere would notice him.

For a capable reporter, it is not a problem to bribe a few people to serve as spies.

So many eyes were staring at Jiang Jingyan, she couldn't make any mistakes, so she couldn't go to Chenyuan, couldn't stand next to him, and had no contact at all, it would be best.

The content of the meeting was as boring as ever, simply emphasizing the mentality of certain actors and the problems that arose in this rehearsal.

Chen Qing rubbed his hands awkwardly.

Just ten minutes into the meeting, the team leader knocked on the door and said, "Chen Qing, come in."

She followed him out.

The teacher in charge didn't say what the matter was, but just walked deeper into the corridor and came to a computer room.

"Come in." The teacher looked around. "Someone wants to see you."

Chen Qing's heart was pounding as he pushed open the door.

The computer room was so dark that she couldn't see the internal structure clearly. A few yellow spots flickered sporadically. She carefully pressed the door lock.