Chapter 175 She is still lingering in the depths of my consciousness

The secretary at the side squatted down in time and held it down, preventing the bracelet from rolling down the stairs.

Chen Qing covered his mouth and exclaimed, "Is it broken?"

"You're so impatient." Jiang Jingyan frowned and pushed her away. "You're never steady. I'm just doting on you too much."

Mr. Xu waved his hand, "It's no problem, just a little bump."

The secretary picked it up and examined it. "A ring has fallen off."

Chen Qing was immediately at a loss, tugging at the hem of her skirt, "I didn't mean to, I didn't expect it to fall off..."

She didn't lower her voice, and the bracelet made a loud noise when it fell, so the staff on the second floor came forward to help.

"The gift my sister-in-law gave me when we met was broken. Can you fix it?"

The staff member took it and bowed respectfully, "We can fix it, Mr. Xu. We'll send someone to your house in a week."

"No need." Mr. Xu straightened his clothes and said, "Send it directly to this lady's residence."

Chen Qing reported Yuan Hui's address outside the school.

Mr. Xu didn't notice anything and ordered the staff to make sure it was repaired.

After she left, Chen Qing threw herself into the man's arms and smiled slyly, "Did I act well?"

Jiang Jingyan kissed the corner of her lips, "Slightly better than me."

Mr. Xu walked to the stairs, found a white figure, and nodded imperceptibly.

Yan Baiqing's eyes passed over her and fell on the face in the booth over there, which was gloomy and unclear.

Half an hour later, Zhang Yun, who was chatting casually, noticed that he was distracted and took his arm. "Are you okay?"

His eyes were unfocused, he placed his wine glass on the tray, and leaned most of his body on her shoulder.

Zhang Yun understood and put her arm around his waist, "Everyone, please chat slowly. We'll be leaving first."

"Is Mr. Yan drunk? Oh... Fortunately, Miss Zhang is here. In the past, Mr. Yan was a bachelor, and after socializing, he didn't even have anyone to talk to in private."

She smiled and said goodbye, helping Yan Baiqing downstairs.

Passing through the exhibition hall, Yan Weilan caught a glimpse of them and asked his secretary to pass on the message.

"Director Yan asked you to go home. He has something to ask you."

Zhang Yun responded, "I'll take him back so that Auntie can rest assured."

Yan Baiqing didn't say a word the whole time, his eyes were half closed, and he looked drunk.

He drank mostly strong liquor, and although he was not to the point where he could not move, his consciousness was in a mess.

The dim lights outside the car window flickered, and Yan Baiqing suddenly saw a touch of beauty in this chaos. The outline of the figure gradually became clear, her eyebrows, smile, half-wet hair after the shower, and her childish and clumsy little tricks all came to mind.

He felt a heat in his chest, and he grabbed the hands that were fiddling with his collar and pulled them down.

Zhang Yun was caught off guard and bumped into him, her lips touching his.

She was a woman with big words but zero practical experience, and she didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Bai Qing..."

Yan Baiqing's kiss was very light, as if it was just an unintentional rub. He slowly opened his eyes and pushed away.

"Didn't you go home?" He rolled down the car window to get some fresh air, and the cool midnight breeze half woke him up.

Zhang Yun was stunned by his stiff tone, "You are drunk, I am worried."

"It's too late. Minister Zhang will blame me."

She put her hand on the man's shoulder and said, "I'm with you, why blame me?"

Yan Baiqing rubbed his eyebrows. The person in the depths of his consciousness could not be dispelled. He didn't know when it took root and sprouted, nor did he know what was nourishing it. The rampant growth was beyond his control.

Zhang Yun thought he was uncomfortable, so she held both sides of his head and said, "I'll do it."

Yan Baiqing let her massage him soothingly, his eyes half-smiling, "Miss Zhang is truly precious. I'm flattered."

"It's my duty to do this little thing for you."

He lifted her chin with his thumb and looked at her carefully. "Are you willing to do anything for me?"

Zhang Yun's cheeks flushed, "Of course."

Yan Baiqing stroked the back of her ear with his fingers, and asked in an ambiguous tone, "Anything?"

She nodded.

"Minister Zhang doesn't like to do favors privately."

"What do you mean by using favors?" Zhang Yun boldly took his hand, interlocking their fingers. "Bai Qing, after we get engaged, the Zhang and Yan families will become one. I'll talk to my father about the troubles at the Dahongmen Theater."

Yan Baiqing's eyebrows jumped. The name in his mind came from another woman.

The sound of "Bai Qing" was so tender and shy that she was too shy to speak out. It was very rough but left a lasting aftertaste.

He turned his head away, rested his head on the chair and closed his eyes.

Yan Weilan returned to the Yan family at half past twelve. She was furious and went straight to the bedroom on the second floor and pushed the door open.

"The supply chain you launched to save Chen Qing was destroyed by Huang Hao. Was this something you planned, or was it something out of your control?"

Yan Baiqing had just showered, shirtless, and a calm expression. "Are you here as Director Yan to seek justice on behalf of the branch, or are you asking on behalf of Mr. Meng?"

"Does it make any difference?" She couldn't contain her anger, her eyes seeming to pierce through him. "Meng Hongwen lost a batch of goods, not to mention the branch's supply chain, it's about to be audited. What are you going to do?"

"I can't solve it."

She was almost furious and threw the purse in her hand over.

The sharp edges left a bloody mark on Yan Baiqing's chest, and the traces of the torn flesh were rough.

He didn't even look at it, his sitting posture still as steady as a rock, and said in a mocking tone, "It's been more than 30 years, and your strength is not as good as before. When you hit me as a kid, I couldn't get out of bed for a week."

"I shouldn't have given birth to you..."

"Yes." Yan Baiqing leaned back, his expression gentle yet domineering. "You've been saying that for over thirty years now. From the beginning, I was just a bargaining chip. It didn't work. You must be tired of supporting me until now."

Yan Weilan was furious, and veins popped out on the back of his hands from clenching his fists so hard.

"Since you are tired, mother should prepare to enjoy her old age."

She was stunned. "What do you mean?"

The man stood up and slowly poured a cup of tea. "If you want me to handle it, you abdicate and I'll take over."

"Impossible!" Yan Weilan rushed over and attacked him, "Are you threatening me?"

Yan Baiqing stood still, opened his arms and let her go crazy, with a cold and frightening smile on his lips.

Tired from fighting, she slumped on the sofa, panting.

Yan Baiqing remained silent. She was suffering from a chronic illness caused by childbirth. She was exhausted and tired during the confinement period, and was too weak to benefit from it. In her long 34 years of life, the only way she could vent her anger was to beat him, or when she mentioned the Jiang family, she would be full of energy.

He sometimes thought that orphans were just like that.

The bedroom was silent for a long moment. He stared at his teacup and said in a quiet voice, "Mr. Meng knew exactly what that supply chain was doing. After handing it over to me, he immediately arranged for it to be transferred to the Yan branch. What do you think he was after?"

Yan Weilan's eyes were bloodshot and he said nothing.

He laughed. "You must think he's doing it for the little bit of affection he has for you."

"He won't!"

"Meng Hongwen is determined to get promoted. He can't give up money or his future, but he is most willing to give up his feelings."

Yan Weilan's face was grim, "He won't!"

"You have the answer in your heart, why deceive yourself?" Yan Baiqing picked up his pajamas and put them on, ignoring the almost suffocating screams.

He walked over to the table, took out a stack of documents and threw them in front of Yan Weilan. "Look carefully, from the incident at the dock until now, he has only bothered to clean himself up. The Yan family, you, and I have never caught his eye."

Yan Weilan's hands trembled and she sobbed in disbelief.

"Meng Hongwen trained me as a stepping stone, and you trained me as a pawn to attack the Jiang family. In this way, you two are really a perfect match."

The thin paper was crumpled and she cried hysterically.

Yan Baiqing crossed his legs, looking like a master who looked down on everyone. "You can find connections everywhere, but things are different now. You can no longer shoulder the responsibility of running the Yan family."

Yan Weilan suddenly fell on the sofa, holding her chest and gasping for breath.

He hung up the phone and ordered the nanny downstairs to call a doctor.

"Time waits for no one. Jingyan is determined to succeed. You'd better give me an answer before tomorrow night."