Chapter 179 I’m Afraid You’ll Be Sad

There was a sign that the eight million hidden by Vice President Kong had been found, and the Municipal Bureau notified Jiang Jingyan.

He and Lian Zhuo were both leaving, and Chen Qing couldn't take care of her, so he sent another car to take her back to Chenyuan.

"Don't run around, or I won't tell you Mrs. Luo's flight information."

She curled her lips, looking unconvinced.

Jiang Jingyan didn't wait for a reply, and smiled muffledly, "Do you think it's unfair for you to have someone follow you wherever you go?"

"Got it, nagging."

He narrowed his eyes, "You have a bad temper."

Chen Qing leaned over to kiss him, but his kiss was off and hit his Adam's apple.

The man's eyes darkened and he glanced at the front row, "Someone's here."

"Is there any possibility of reconciliation between you and Mr. Yan?" She leaned on the chair and kissed the corner of his lips firmly.

Jiang Jingyan grabbed her and held her on his lap, "Why do you ask?"

"Ten years of fellow apprenticeship, I'm afraid you'll be sad."

He didn't say anything, but stroked her back with his warm hands.

Chen Qing fiddled with the man's shirt buttons with his fingertips. Yan Baiqing took advantage of Meng Hongwen to set up a trap for Jiang Jingyan. One was his mentor and the other was his senior brother. He would definitely feel uneasy.

He seems indifferent, but he actually values ​​friendship the most.

All this stems from Yan Weilan's hatred for Mrs. Jiang.

"Mrs. Jiang and Mr. Yan are rivals in love, right?" Chen Qing asked suddenly, leaving the man stunned.

"How did you see that?"

"When they were young, they went to the war zone together and were both war correspondents. Their relationship should have been closer than that of ordinary people. But now they are at loggerheads. Although Director Yan is rude, she always feels guilty. But Mrs. Jiang treats her like a fighting cock every time she sees her—" She quickly covered her mouth, but there was no time to change her words, so she had to bite the bullet and continue, "Like... something. I guess Director Yan admires Mr. Jiang, but Mr. Jiang admires Mrs. Jiang. Then, Director Yan was unwilling to give up, so she found a backup to try to even the score. That's how she had Mr. Yan, but she didn't want to marry the backup, so she blamed Mrs. Jiang for having a child out of wedlock."

Her analysis was so clear and logical that Jiang Jingyan laughed out loud.

"Guess wrong?"

"Half and half." He kneaded the soft flesh on her waist. "Where did you learn that?"

“That’s how it’s played out in idol dramas.”

"Is it like cockfighting in idol dramas?"

Chen Qing was embarrassed and pinched his mouth, "You are not allowed to tell Mrs. Jiang."

"It's happened twice today, and you're not allowed to tell me?"

She nodded seriously, "If you let it slip, I won't be able to live in front of her."

Chen Qing is not the type to speak ill of others behind their backs. He would speak without restraint only because he let his guard down in front of him. Regardless of whether it was a joke or not, Mrs. Jiang would definitely hold a grudge if she found out, given her personality.

Jiang Jingyan teased her for a while, and only stopped when he saw that she was really anxious, with her face flushed and her eyes watery.

"I'll pick you up when you're done." He dropped her off and stood beside the car, saying, "Contact me if you need anything."

Chen Qing looked at him in the back seat of the car without saying a word.

The pure and charming eyes lingered out of the car window, strangling the mind.

Jiang Jingyan supported himself on the roof of the car, leaned over and kissed her. His shirt revealed his muscular waist and chest, and his aggressive masculine scent filled her mouth.

"Don't cling to me." He lowered his voice very low, lust surging in his eyes. "Did you learn this from idol dramas?"

Chen Qing nudged his nose and smiled slyly, "Go home early."

"Yeah." Jiang Jingyan took a deep breath, his cheekbones trembled, he stepped out and knocked on the car door.

The driver stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

He returned to his car and made a call.

Mrs. Jiang was somewhere unknown. She answered quickly, her voice deliberately lowered, "What's going on?"

"Director Yan is critically ill." Jiang Jingyan loosened his tie and calmed down. "She wants to see you."

Mrs. Jiang was silent for a while, "I'm glad you've seen it."

"Are you sure?"

"There's nothing much to say to her. We'll start arguing again if we meet."

Jiang Jingyan did not insist.

In fact, Chen Qing guessed the cause and effect, which was close to the truth.

However, the person Yan Weilan admired was not Jiang Zhongyi, but Mrs. Jiang's fiancé Meng Hongwen at the time. Later, she used some tricks to get pregnant with Meng Hongwen's child in order to force him to marry her. Mrs. Jiang could not stand such humiliation, and in anger she became irreconcilable with Yan.

Meng Hongwen poured all his feelings into Mrs. Jiang, and was also plotted against, so naturally he was unwilling to recognize Yan Weilan and the child in her belly. The three of them each reaped the bitter fruit that was difficult to talk about.

Now, this bitter fruit is about to fall.

Mrs. Jiang hung up the phone and just walked out of the place where Wei Yin was imprisoned.

The sun was setting in the sky, and she put on her sunglasses to hide her gloomy look.

The details of the Sihanoukville Port case are not allowed to be disclosed, but Mrs. Jiang is no ordinary person and can guess about 70% of the situation based on the existing clues.

Who is it related to and who is plotting to frame him.

She knew it all.

When the car drove to the west district, Mrs. Jiang took out her cell phone and dialed a number that she hadn't dialed in more than 30 years.

…

To return to Chenyuan from the hospital, you have to pass through Chen’s community.

Chen Qing hesitated for a long time and told the driver to stop.

"I'm going to buy some coconut pastry." She pushed the car door open. "Wait for me here."

This coconut pastry shop is a time-honored brand. Its taste is mediocre compared to the current internet-famous shops, and there are no new tricks, but the boss is honest and uses clean ingredients. In the past, when Chen's father came home from get off work, he would always bring back a portion to please her.

Chen Qing stood at the steps outside the store, staring at the gate of the community next to him, his eyes swollen.

She lowered her eyes, staring at the floor tiles mottled by time, and stepped on them. "Boss, I want two."

"Okay!"

The boss was not the same one as before. Chen Qing looked at his appearance carefully and thought he was probably the boss's son.

Time passes and the days and months change.

The past also has its own destination.

She took the coconut cake and looked back before leaving. The afterglow enveloped the crowds of people and cars entering and leaving the community.

In a trance, I seemed to see the scene of my mother and I waiting at the door.

Chen Qing suppressed his sadness and said, "Let's go."

The driver pulled out of the intersection.

In a black car opposite, a man took off his coat, his shirt collar was open, revealing his collarbone, and his elbow was leaning against the window frame as he smoked.

Thick smoke rose up, and the whole person looked unfathomable.

"Mr. Yan, are you going home?"

"No." He threw away his cigarette butt and leaned back on the leather seat. "I'm going to see the teacher."

After receiving a call from Mrs. Jiang, Meng Hongwen fell into excitement and anxiety. When the servant knocked on the door, he was staring at the magnolia tree in the backyard in a daze.

"A guest will be arriving soon." His voice trembled slightly, and he paused for a few seconds. "Get ready. She likes jasmine tea."

The servant bowed his head and said, "Mr. Yan sent someone to say that he would come."

Meng Hongwen frowned and rolled his cloudy eyes. "What did you say?"

"It's said to be related to Zhounan Wharf."

He was silent and sighed, "Ask him to wait in the front yard, away from the guests."

"clear."

Yan Baiqing arrived before Mrs. Jiang, and the servant came to greet him, "Mr. Meng is waiting for you in the study."

He glanced at the second-floor window. "Are there any guests?"

"No, the Huafang Group is about to be handed over, and Mr. Meng hasn't left his study for a few days."

The study was filled with smoke. Yan Baiqing waved his hand and pushed open the window. "Your smoking addiction is getting worse."

Meng Hongwen sat behind the desk, looking obviously tired. "What do you want from me?"

He didn't say anything, and Yan Baiqing just sat down, lowering his eyes and showing restraint.

Yan Weilan was critically ill, and the first person to be notified was Meng Hongwen, but he did not show up. He was only willing to meet people when he was mentioned at Zhounan Wharf.

"Don't worry, Huang Hao. I've made all the arrangements." Yan Baiqing rolled up his sleeves. "Minister Zhang's men will come forward to confuse Jing Yan's sight so no one will notice."

Meng Hongwen was shocked. "Zhang family? You've involved your future father-in-law?"

Yan Baiqing smiled and said, "Relationships always come in handy. That's the lesson you taught me."

The study suddenly became eerily quiet.

He saw that Meng Hongwen was absent-minded, so he simply got straight to the point, "I will let the Zhang family serve you so that you can consolidate your foundation in the province in the future."

"Yeah." Meng Hongwen nodded approvingly, "You are thoughtful."

"I'm not here to ask for credit, but I do have something to ask of you."

Meng Hongwen raised his eyes and saw Yan Baiqing's smile hidden in his skin, which made him feel uneasy for some reason.