Chapter 142 Four Women, One Drama

The next morning, Chen Qing turned off the alarm clock and found the other half of the bed empty.

She didn't hear a single sound when Jiang Jingyan left.

I lay there in a daze for a while, and then someone knocked on the bedroom door. "Ms. Chen, it's time to go to the hospital."

She rolled over and got out of bed, "Come right away!"

While going to the toilet, Chen Qing glanced at the trash can and saw a torn condom, but it was useless.

Her heart trembled and torn, indicating that Jiang Jingyan originally planned to take measures.

But why it didn't work later, she couldn't find a reasonable explanation, and she didn't dare to think about the only remaining reason.

She couldn't guess what kind of psychological struggle Jiang Jingyan had gone through during this period.

He arrived at the hospital with a worry in his heart, and Lian Zhuo followed him closely. When the test results came out expedited, the director personally came to him with the list.

"There's still some medicine left. Are you trying to get pregnant?"

Lian Zhuo looked at Chen Qing, her voice hoarse, "No."

"It will paralyze the nerves, but the impact is not significant. Miss Chen, you can try to see if your hands shake while playing the violin today. If the shaking is severe, come back to my place."

Lian Zhuo wrote down the doctor's words, and suddenly the driver called.

"Mrs. Jiang is here."

He frowned, "Who are you running to?"

"I guess it's Miss Chen. She went upstairs with her bodyguards."

Lian Zhuo hung up the phone and helped Chen Qing up. "I'll take you to the ancient town first. Mrs. Jiang is coming with us."

Chen Qing didn't have time to be stunned. He thanked the doctor and went downstairs.

The elevator went down to the first floor and opened the door. Mrs. Jiang was wearing a plain suit, her hair was tied up with jade ornaments, she was wearing sunglasses, and her face was slightly tilted up, looking very stylish.

Lian Zhuo stood in front of Chen Qing and bowed slightly, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Mrs. Jiang said without further ado, "Bring her here."

"Madam." Lian Zhuo blocked the bodyguard's hand, then quickly withdrew it, lowered his head and said nothing.

"I can't call you?"

He lowered his head even more. "I dare not. It's just that Mr. Jiang ordered me to take Miss Chen to rehearsal. I was delayed and suffered. Please understand, Madam."

"Come with me." Mrs. Jiang said in a final tone, "I wouldn't be so absurd as to do anything to her here."

Chen Qing looked at her back and took a deep breath. "Secretary Lian, I'll go there."

Lian Zhuo thought for a moment and thought that since Mrs. Jiang allowed him to be present, she probably just wanted to ask a few questions and there was no need to anger her.

Several people came to the dean's reception room. Chen Qing stood there instead of sitting down. Just as he was about to close the door, two figures stopped in the corridor.

"Chen Qing."

She was stunned and turned to look at Mrs. Jiang, who should have recognized the voice faster than her, and her expression became serious for a moment.

High heels tapped on the floor as she reached the door.

Zhang Yun followed Yan Weilan and looked inside. She was obviously not expecting anything. She froze for a long time before shouting, "Manwei, long time no see."

Indeed, it has been more than 30 years since Yan ran back to the Greater Bay Area.

Mrs. Jiang raised her chin slightly and said, "Close the door."

Yan Weilan strode in and took a seat. Zhang Yun followed closely behind her, bowing politely and greeting her, "Mrs. Jiang."

Chen Qing's scalp tingled. Although she didn't know what grudge the two had, she could smell the invisible smoke of gunpowder in the air.

What's more, there is Miss Zhang who is staring at her.

Mrs. Jiang took off her sunglasses and said, "Director Yan is still as shameless as ever."

The opening remarks were so exciting that Chen Qing lowered his head and stood aside, not getting involved.

Zhang Yun was probably also surprised, and sat quietly beside Yan Weilan, staying out of it.

Yan Weilan didn't say anything back, but turned to the side and said, "I'll take up a moment of your time. I have something to ask her."

Mrs. Jiang frowned, her eyes moving suspiciously between the two of them.

After a long while, she gave the order, "Come here."

Chen Qing was in a difficult situation and took a step forward.

"Sit down." Mrs. Jiang raised her chin.

There was a circle of cream-colored sofas, and the marble table in the center reflected a dazzling light. Two bodyguards stood by the window with their backs turned, patrolling alertly.

Don't listen, don't watch.

Lian Zhuo was worried about Chen Qing's situation. After a moment of stalemate, he turned around.

Mrs. Jiang sat in the main seat, dignified and elegant. "Director Yan wants to ask you a question, so tell the truth."

Chen Qing said hello, raised his head, and looked at the two people opposite him with neither arrogance nor servility.

Zhang Yun looked her up and down, his eyes sharper than last time backstage.

Chen Qing probably guessed their purpose, so he sat up straight with his hands clenched into fists on his legs.

"Miss Chen is quite capable." Yan Weilan said without hiding her tone, "Because of you, Bai Qing has lost a lot."

"Please let Director Yan know."

"You're sitting here unharmed, don't you think it's a fluke?"

Chen Qing was really confused.

Zhang Yun laughed and reminded her, "Miss Chen was kidnapped, and the person who went to rescue her should be Mr. Jiang. Why would he notify Bai Qing?"

"Mr. Yan was with me last night." Chen Qing paused. "If it were someone else who was kidnapped right under Mr. Yan's nose, don't you think Miss Zhang would be kind enough to help?"

"Good intentions?"

"Miss Zhang, just speak frankly."

Zhang Yun said nothing and looked aside.

Yan Weilan crossed her legs and said, "Since Bai Qing was kind-hearted and saved Jing Yan's people, shouldn't he bear the loss? I'm not unkind. Jing Yan and Bai Qing, each half."

Chen Qing remained silent and calmly addressed her, "From the moment I met Mr. Yan yesterday, he's been in control of all the plans. If you look closely, there were flaws in the plan that led to my kidnapping. This loss, let alone half, cannot be attributed to Mr. Jiang, not even a penny."

After she finished speaking, her palms began to sweat. The situation was really special, so she had to let Yan Baiqing take the blame. She would apologize another day.

Zhang Yun narrowed her eyes, "Miss Chen, your excuse is too obvious."

Mrs. Jiang had been watching silently, and when she heard this, she put down her teacup heavily.

Zhang Yun reacted immediately and was about to apologize when Mrs. Jiang said coldly, "You came uninvited. I gave you face. Miss Zhang, just stay here honestly. If you want to settle the score, it's not your turn to speak."

"Mrs. Jiang...I'm not trying to settle accounts with Mr. Jiang, it's really—"

"Not to mention your Zhang family, the same goes for the Yan family. This is a matter between two brothers, and no one knows the details. You two have come to our house to accuse us, but it seems that Bai Qing was unaware of it. You know why he was unaware."

Zhang Yun was unwilling to accept the mistake, but she could only admit her mistake.

Although the Zhang family is only second to the Jiang family in the city, they are still half a level lower and can crush the Jiang Zhongyi to death. Jiang Zhongyi is still in power, and the Zhang family has to respect him no matter what.

Yan Weilan twisted the edge of her skirt with her fingertips, her tone was full of secrecy, "Manwei, you look a bit like you used to be. When you and I went to the war zone together, without your mouth and your aura, I'm afraid we would have been stuck many times."

Chen Qing was suddenly stunned. She knew that Mrs. Jiang was a war correspondent, and Yan Weilan was one too.

Mrs. Jiang had no intention of reminiscing about the past. She brushed off her skirt and said, "It's all just a passing cloud, and it's stained with a lot of bad luck. There's no need to talk about it."

The room was silent.

Yan Weilan seemed to be lost in memories and didn't say anything for a long time.

Since she didn't speak, Zhang Yun naturally became speechless as well. Her eyes were filled with deep resentment as she stared at Chen Qing.