Chapter 199 Should He Be Charged with the Crime?

She felt the object on her waist scratching through her outer clothes and sticking to her skin, and the tension drowned out the stinging sensation.

"Brother Zhao, is Wan Lihong in your hands?"

"Mr. Jiang has put aside past grudges and is helping you resolve future problems. Miss Chen should stop looking for her. If you want to be with Mr. Jiang forever, it's better for you to break off your relationship with the Chen family from seven years ago as cleanly as possible."

Chen Qing trembled all over. "So, when Mr. Jiang discovered that the case in the tourist area was unusual, he concealed it and chose to sacrifice the Chen family and end the matter hastily, right?"

The man snorted coldly, "A trap? Even if you guessed right and the evidence is given to you, with your ability, what can you do to the Jiang family? Do you want to rely on Mr. Jiang and make him bear the crime of being unfilial and unbrotherly?"

The night fell heavily, and the shadows of the trees were intertwined and swayed at Chen Qing's feet. It was as if the resentment and grievances that had been growing in his heart were pouring out uncontrollably, sad and helpless.

She stood there for a long time, completely unaware of when the person behind her left.

It wasn't until a car drove into the entrance and the sound of its horn that I came back to my senses.

Chen Qing wiped his face, lowered his head, and saved the recording on his phone.

…

After returning to Chenyuan, Chen Qing didn't have the energy to eat dinner or take a shower. He curled up his legs and huddled on the sofa.

At eleven o'clock, the sound of entering a password came from the entrance. Her brain was a little slow, and it took her a long time to react before she remembered to rush over.

I sat for too long and my legs were so numb that I couldn't stand up and fell hard.

Jiang Jingyan was startled by the noise. Without even changing his slippers, he strode around the screen, went to the living room, and picked her up from the floor.

Chen Qing took the opportunity to put her arms around his neck and clung to him. The familiar man's scent was rich and pleasant, soothing her gloomy mood.

"A kid?" Jiang Jingyan said sullenly, "Falling on flat ground?"

"My legs are numb."

"Just stay still when you're numb, don't be impatient."

Jiang Jingyan helped her sit down steadily on the sofa, picked up her calf to examine it, and found that her knee was bruised and red.

Chen Qing's skin was pink, smooth and delicate, with a thin layer of skin like tofu. If she got slightly bumped, the bruises would be scary. Her limbs seemed uncoordinated. When she was about to fall, she would just close her eyes and cover her head, unable to maintain her balance. One winter, she fell on the icy outdoor stairs. She didn't grab the handrail and rolled straight down from the second floor to the first floor. She was tripped by a box and stopped. Her waist and buttocks were purple for three months.

Every inch of the little girl's body was delicate and pampered. Jiang Jingyan could not help but use force in bed and leave marks without any scruples. On other days, he wished he could just pick her up and walk away.

Chen Qing sensed that he was angry and muttered aggrievedly, "Why are you so fierce?"

"You don't learn your lesson."

He placed his palm on it and rubbed it, his body temperature seeping into the flesh, causing him to feel the pain belatedly.

Chen Qing gasped and pushed him away, "It hurts."

Jiang Jingyan loosened his tie with one hand and held her waist with the other. "Why is your dress torn? Did you fall?"

"Is it scratched somewhere..." She mumbled, burying her head in his chest, "When did you come back?"

"afternoon."

As soon as he landed, the old stubborn people in Washington learned that he had abandoned the group's affairs and was waiting in the conference room to "criticize and denounce" him.

The province has recently been preparing for the Sino-French International Art Exhibition, and Huasheng is the main force. All procedures require his signature and approval. At this critical juncture, he left the province without saying goodbye. To say the least, it is a dereliction of duty, but to say the least, it is a dereliction of duty.

The group was divided into the "business faction" and the "cultural faction". The former did not dare to give Jiang Jingyan any advice, while the latter included many people who had retired and were ready to make use of their remaining energy. They had been acting arrogantly for decades, and their criticisms were very flowery and convoluted, which was very torturous. He felt a headache after listening to half of them, so he urged the progress of the meeting. No matter how hard he tried, the meeting still lasted for four hours.

There was a small dark spot under the man's eye, and a look of fatigue between his brows.

Chen Qing poked his nose with his fingertips, "Are you tired?"

"Yeah." Jiang Jingyan hugged her and kissed her, "Go take a shower."

He hadn't slept for two days and one night and was indeed tired, so he didn't notice that Chen Qing was absent-minded.

There was a gap in the curtains, and the scattered moonlight came in, like tentacles, slipping into the depths of my heart.

Chen Qing tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

Jiang Jingyan didn't open his eyes, stretched out his arms to hug her back, his voice lazy and hoarse, "Aren't you sleepy?"

"Sleepy." She turned over again, facing him, "My eyes are sleepy, but my brain is not."

"What did your brain tell you?"

"Um."

"You heard wrong."

Chen Qing suppressed a laugh, "How could my brain have heard it wrong?"

Jiang Jingyan pressed her head back into his arms and patted her back gently, "Your brain is so small, you get sleepy as soon as you move."

He had just showered and was shirtless, his chest exposed, giving her a warm and cool touch. Now his whole body was relaxed, his muscles soft against hers.

Chen Qing smelled the unique scent on his body almost greedily, and his eyes were sore.

"Jiang Jingyan."

"Um."

"If you come back one day and don't see me, what are you going to do?"

"Apply to Zheng Yuan to borrow a few military dogs."

The tears that had just welled up in her eyes flowed back in an instant, "You let the dog bite me?"

"Chasing you."

"Do you need a military dog ​​to chase me?"

The man paused for a few seconds, "Indeed, there's no need. Send Daliang."

"What about you?" Chen Qing raised his head and nuzzled his chin. "Will you continue to live your life as usual?"

"Yes, I will marry and have three children in two years."

She was angry and pushed and kicked.

Jiang Jingyan let out a muffled laugh and hugged her tightly, "Go to sleep quickly."

The room returned to silence, but Chen Qing still did not feel sleepy at all.

The heartbeat and breathing sounds in her ears flowed like the moonlight, making her heart, which was in a state of emptiness and chaos, swell, and also allowing her to temporarily get rid of the complicated thoughts.

…

Early the next morning, Chen Qing was still sleeping.

Jiang Jingyan answered the phone in the study. Director Hou sneaked into Vice President Lin's camp, recorded the people Vice President Lin had met during this period and what he had said on the occasions, and reported them one by one.

"Vice President Lin has a big shot behind him. I guess someone from outside the group has infiltrated."

Jiang Jingyan held his cigarette sideways, tapping his knuckles on the armrest. "Huasheng is a provincial enterprise, directly managed by the top. There is no commercial competition with the outside world. Who is this pusher targeting?"

Director Hou understood what he meant and chose his words carefully, "I immediately checked the people around Mr. Yan, and it wasn't him."

"The Yan family wants to gain a foothold in the city, and they are somewhat constrained by Huasheng. If they overthrow me, Yan Baiqing can just place his own people there."

"But there's no reason for him to win over Vice President Lin. Vice President Lin is the chairman's confidant and prioritizes the interests of the group. Even if he wants to expand his influence, he won't let himself be a puppet."

Jiang Jingyan slowly crushed the cigarette butt, with anger surging in his eyes, and he had the answer in his heart.

Lian Zhuo came in without knocking, right after finishing his conversation with Director Hou. "Mr. Jiang, Wan Lihong didn't move out on her own. I checked all the surveillance cameras around Xima Hutong and found that someone forcibly took her away. And—"

The man raised his eyes, his expression serious, and stared at him so hard that cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Miss Chen appeared there."