Chapter 207: Voluntarily Come Back with Me, or for Him

Chen Qing leaned against the wall, clasping his hands behind his back and clenching his fists tightly. "I don't want to have anything to do with the Jiang family anymore. From now on, you are you, and I am me."

The man's eyes never let go of her, and he burned a bloody hole in her heart, which became bigger and bigger. The sharp blade shuttled back and forth, leaving her nowhere to hide.

"Don't bother with my business anymore, no matter if you are doing it out of guilt or out of good intentions, just stop caring about me."

"Guilt? Good intentions?" Jiang Jingyan laughed, his face a sickly gloomy look. "Chen Qing, don't you understand why I'm taking care of you?"

Chen Qing quickly lowered his head, his throat choking with sobs. "It doesn't matter anymore... If I use the evidence in my hand to report your father, will you still let me be around? Can I?"

Jiang Jingyan suddenly felt dizzy, not knowing whether it was because of her sobbing or because of what she said.

He tried his best to control himself, leaning against the back of the chair as if exhausted, "Qing'er, come here first."

Chen Qing opened his mouth weakly. The police officer who had just questioned him pushed open the door and gave him a warning look.

She walked around the conference table, quickening her pace.

"Chen Qing!" Jiang Jingyan stood up and his body shook violently.

Liang Jing stepped forward to support him, raised her eyes to look at Chen Qing's back, and pressed her palm, "She's gone."

Jiang Jingyan leaned on the edge of the table to steady himself, veins bulging on his temples, and a stuffy pain in his chest.

Before he could catch his breath, Liang Jing shouted in shock, "Lian Zhuo!"

Lian Zhuo watched Chen Qing leave outside the door. He was surprised, but when he heard the noise in the room, he rushed in and saw Jiang Jingyan slumped between Liang Jing and the chair, with his knees bent and falling to the ground.

"Why is he so burned?" Liang Jing didn't know that Jiang Jingyan was sick. When she helped him up, she felt that the sweat on his back had soaked his shirt.

Lian Zhuo quickly lifted the man up and said, "Please contact the Traffic Management Bureau. I need to take Mr. Jiang to the hospital."

Jiang Jingyan's high fever had not subsided and it dropped slightly this morning. He then visited the chairman of Huasheng to discuss how to deal with Vice President Lin. In the afternoon, he summoned relevant personnel from the group to minimize the impact of Vice President Lin's conspiracy outside. He did not rest all day.

Liang Jing called two police officers, took Jiang Jingyan to the car, and accompanied Lian Zhuo to the nearest emergency building.

The deep, gloomy night leaked into the back seat of the car. The man closed his eyes tightly, sinking into the depths of the rich night, and his awe-inspiring spirit also weakened.

Liang Jing used her shoulder to support his collapsing body, wiped her face, and cursed under her breath.

…

Chen Qing knew nothing about what had happened in the conference room. The task force carefully inquired about her relationship with Mr. Xu and the details of their contact during this period.

Apart from Mrs. Feng's confession, there was no other direct evidence that Chen Qing was a suspect, but there was also no evidence that she was innocent.

Chen Qing repeated the same words woodenly. After eight hours of interrogation, the police escorted her out of the city police station.

Before Mr. Xu was caught, they followed orders from above and Chen Qing had to be kept in the detention room, but there was nothing they could do because someone was putting pressure on him.

The sky was still gray. The task force leader glanced at the cars parked on the roadside and solemnly instructed, "Ms. Chen, please keep your communications open and don't risk leaving the province or the country."

She nodded, walked down the stairs, twisted her ankle in a daze, and was held in someone's arms the moment she fell.

The captain nodded, "Mr. Yan."

"Thanks for your hard work."

"As long as we can recover the losses of the Yan family as soon as possible, it's not considered hard work and it's all we deserve."

Yan Baiqing said goodbye with a smile.

Chen Qing had no strength left and was almost carried into the car by the arm.

She held onto the car door and resisted, "Mr. Yan, I can't go back to school."

The man stood behind her without saying a word.

"I can't go back to Chenyuan either..." Chen Qing sniffed, his finger bones stiff and painful, "I have nowhere to go."

Yan Baiqing's eyes were dark, he hummed and gently pushed her back.

An hour later, the car arrived at Yan's house.

Chen Qing leaned against the passenger seat, his hands tightly gripping the seat belt across his chest, and fell asleep in a state of vigilance and anxiety.

Realizing that the engine was stalled, she hurriedly opened her eyes, looked out the window, and did not move.

Yan Baiqing gripped the steering wheel with one hand, tapping his fingertips, "Don't you want to?"

Chen Qing's body stiffened, he pushed the door open and got out of the car, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Suddenly, Yan Baiqing grabbed her arm and asked, "Are you coming back with me voluntarily, or to avoid implicating him?"

"We are separated and cannot be implicated."

"So, if you want to use me to prove this, it's all for him, after all."

Chen Qing turned around, his eyes not dodging or evading, "You came to pick me up, is there no purpose?"

Yan Baiqing's eyes were filled with turbid waves, and the strength in his hands gradually increased. "Besides this, you can't think of any other reasons?"

Chen Qing endured the dull pain in his arm, his voice trembling, "No."

The indigo morning light shone into the carriage, and the man's face was both clear and hazy, and it was impossible to tell his emotions.

Yan Baiqing let her go and looked away. "The nanny has cleaned up a guest room, the one you stayed in before. Have a good sleep."

Chen Qing grabbed his wrist with his backhand, and said emotionally, "In the hospital, you asked me what I would do if there was a hidden reason behind my parents' death."

Yan Baiqing stared at her white fingertips, which were trimmed and rounded, and tangled together helplessly, with her cold body temperature penetrating her skin.

He seemed distracted, mumbling repeatedly, "What would I do."

"I have a video of Jiang Zhongyi sending someone to deal with a witness. I can't dig out the truth of that year by myself. You hate the Jiang family, so this is a good opportunity. By the way—"

"By the way, I'll help you find out what happened." He interrupted with a chuckle.

Chen Qing slowly lowered his hands, his voice pitifully weak, "I thought you just needed it, so we could help each other..."

Yan Baiqing pushed the door and got out of the car without saying a word.

Chen Qing followed him into the living room on the first floor. At this time, the nanny and the servant had just gotten up and came to report, "The hospital called and said your mother is not feeling well and has lost her temper."

Yan Baiqing's face was very cold and he waved his hand.

The servant hesitated to speak and left.

He sent Chen Qing to the guest room, but didn't go in. He leaned against the door frame, his chest rising and falling dramatically. "Don't mention anything about your parents to anyone for now."

"I understand." Amidst the chaos, Chen Qing's eyes flickered. "He doesn't know either."

Yan Baiqing raised his eyes, nodded, and went downstairs.

He sat back in the car, and Huamei had taken the driver's seat.

"Go see Meng Hongwen." Yan Baiqing loosened his collar, revealing his collarbone crookedly, and a sense of wildness and wildness spontaneously emerged.

Hua Mei drove out and glanced at the rearview mirror. "I've heard the recording. Chen Qing and Mr. Jiang broke off their relationship at the Municipal Bureau. Mr. Jiang went to the emergency room overnight. He's in a coma with pneumonia and hasn't woken up yet."

There was complete silence in the back row.

She pursed her lips and spoke carefully, "The goal has been achieved. Aren't you happy?"

The man remained unmoved and closed his eyes to rest.