Chapter 193 Take it Off Yourself

Lian Zhuo disagreed. "Mr. Yan already knows you're following Li Xiangli. If you make a move, he'll definitely follow."

"just."

He was stunned and immediately understood Jiang Jingyan's intention.

If Yan Baiqing chased after him, the city would be peaceful, Chen Qing would be safe, and Li Xiangli would be able to breathe a sigh of relief. If he didn't chase after him, Li Xiangli's wife and daughter would definitely be able to find out something.

Jiang Jingyan smoked half a cigarette, put it out, and put it back into the cigarette box.

Quitting smoking is difficult and he can't stop immediately, so he can only reduce the amount gradually.

Lian Zhuo cleaned up the ash from his cigarette and hesitated, "If you interfere in this case, Mr. Jiang will be in danger."

Jiang Zhongyi was not in this position six years ago. He is in charge of politics and law. Once the retrial is initiated, he will definitely be punished.

If it weren't for this incident, he could have retired in dignity, and his life's achievements would be enough to maintain the status of the Chiang family.

Jiang Jingyan opened his arms wide, leaned against the wooden railing, and stared downstairs, "What do you think?"

Lian Zhuo thought for a moment, then mustered up the courage to explain, "It doesn't have to be announced publicly. We can investigate privately. Miss Chen is sensible. If she knew you've been secretly investigating for six years, she would understand."

The man was silent, his eyes following the figure on the first floor.

She couldn't sit still at all. She went into the kitchen to help, but was driven out. She then rushed to make dumplings, sprinkled flour on her neck and forehead, and smiled as she came over to Mrs. Jiang to learn.

Jiang Jingyan's stern expression faded, and his throat felt like it was filled with sand. "You don't know, she has been feeling aggrieved for seven years."

Lian Zhuoxin was startled and stopped talking.

"Without a home, her life with me isn't as comfortable as outsiders think." He sighed softly and slowly straightened up, a slight tremor running down his spine. "I don't want her to be sensible and understanding either."

Lian Zhuo watched the man leave. A tall black shadow was cast in the dim light of the corridor.

Although the steps were steady and domineering, they were also mixed with a hint of weakness.

After Jiang Jingyan changed his clothes and went downstairs, Chen Qing ran over with two wrinkled dough balls in his palms, "Do they look good?"

He put his hands in his pockets and frowned, "What the hell is this?"

"dumpling."

"Dumplings?" He pressed the top of Chen Qing's head and turned it halfway back. "You taught me?"

Mrs. Jiang brushed the flour off her palms and said, "I won't accept a stupid apprentice."

Chen Qing felt wronged, "I made it step by step according to what you said."

"Mine is a gold ingot, yours is a rag."

She was not convinced and grabbed two more small pieces of noodles.

Jiang Jingyan washed his hands, sat down, and in a few seconds, made a round, plump, white ingot.

Chen Qing was surprised, "You can do it too?"

He raised his eyebrows proudly, "Is it difficult?"

Mrs. Jiang didn't even raise her eyes and ruthlessly exposed him, "Virtue, it took you several years to learn this trick from me."

Jiang Jingyan's expression remained calm as he continued to wrap the second one.

Chen Qing observed him from the corner of his eye, pinching his fingers. He rarely wore blue; it was too bright and didn't suit his usual temperament. But when he suddenly put it on, his inherent fierceness naturally controlled the clothes, and his handsome features were even more eye-catching than the blue.

Jiang Zhongyi came out of the kitchen wearing an apron, holding a spoon, "Qing'er, come and taste it."

She stood up quickly.

"Be careful, it's hot." Jiang Zhongyi blew gently and carefully handed it to her mouth.

Chen Qing's nose suddenly felt sore and he laughed in a muffled voice, "It tastes good."

Her eyelashes were wet and clump together. Jiang Zhongyi blamed himself when he saw this. "Is it too hot?"

He had no experience in dealing with young girls. The only guys he had dealt with were rough guys like Jiang Jingyan. The only one with a temperament similar to the girl was Tang Xiaoming.

As he spoke, Jiang Jingyan had already walked behind Chen Qing.

She lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly, and she was restraining herself.

"Father hasn't cooked in years." He joked in a lazy tone, "He didn't taste the first bite himself, but let Qing'er taste it. He must have done it on purpose."

Jiang Zhongyi was unsure and went into the kitchen muttering, "Is it really that bad?"

Jiang Jingyan hugged Chen Qing and went to the bathroom on the first floor to wash their hands. The moment the door closed, sobs came out.

He held her in his arms from behind, turned on the faucet, and rubbed his chin against her cheek to soothe her.

Chen Qing simply leaned back and lay completely in the man's arms. Tears flowed down the corners of her eyes and blended into the skin of the two people touching each other. It was impossible to tell whose tears they were.

Although Jiang Jingyan didn't say anything, he understood everything and took a towel to wipe her hands and face.

Chen Qing looked at him, his eyes sweeping across his brow, nose, and lips, as if he wanted to engrave them in his heart.

"Jiang Jingyan, you have white hair."

"Yeah." He leaned down, "Pull it out."

She played with it with her fingertips. Jiang Jingyan's hair was hard, black and shiny, and much longer than when he was in the army. He kept it neatly groomed on a daily basis, and still had the temperament of a tough guy.

It would have been fine if I hadn't looked for it, but once I did, I found more than two or three.

Jiang Jingyan worked too hard on his work, and it was common for him to reverse his day and night and work all night long. Fortunately, he had a good health and could bear it. Otherwise, if he had reached that level, he would have been overdrawn long ago.

"No more pulling them out." Chen Qing pushed him to stand up straight. "Pull out one, and three will grow."

The man laughed, "Who said that?"

"My mother."

Jiang Jingyan's heart sank and he kissed her, "Mother-in-law is right."

"How come you change your expression so quickly?"

“I went to Sichuan to study.”

He took her out.

Chen Qing knew that Jiang Jingyan had been trying to cheer her up the entire night, but the better the Jiang couple treated her, the more she thought about her days at the Chen family, and the stronger the urge to struggle became.

At night.

After taking a shower, Jiang Jingyan saw Chen Qing sitting on the terrace looking at the sky.

"It's cool at night." He took out a blanket.

Chen Qing remained motionless, his tone indifferent, "Have you ever heard that the moon waxes and wanes?"

Jiang Jingyan glanced at the moon, pulled her up, and wrapped her up and walked into the house. "I will make up for the loss and ensure that your moon will be full for the rest of your life."

She chuckled, "You're such a bummer."

"You're just daydreaming." Jiang Jingyan grabbed her feet, feeling cold. "I'm going on a business trip this week."

"Which day?"

“Not confirmed yet.”

Chen Qing pursed her lips. Since Jiang Jingyan was not around, she had the opportunity to find out Li Xiangli's whereabouts.

She had a deep impression of Chen Cheng, the driver. When they were young, their families had a good relationship, and Chen Cheng treated him like a brother. For two years, Li Xiangli's wife's relatives from her mother's side came to their house to cause trouble, sending his daughter to the hospital. It was Chen Cheng who paid for someone to settle the matter. During those two Spring Festivals, it was the Chen family who took in the homeless Li family and even bought them a new house.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this relationship that his report is credible.

Jiang Jingyan supported his hands on her sides, leaned down, and narrowed his eyes, "Usually, when I go away, I cry and make a fuss. Why are you so quiet this time?"

"I'm not that naughty."

"Not naughty, but also not worry-free." He kissed her deeply, his arm muscles bulging and swelling in her palms.

Chen Qing was dizzy and in a trance, she heard the man's coaxing voice, "Take it off yourself."