Chapter 284 She Doesn’t Want to See Me

"What is Miss Chen talking about? Who is Huamei?"

"You don't recognize Huamei, but you know my last name is Chen."

The Pipa Girl stopped smiling completely.

In fact, Chen Qing also guessed that her identity was suspicious. Hua Mei did everything perfectly, and there was no trace of this woman related to her, except for the pipa, whose head flower was carved from icy blue jadeite.

This Pipa girl is at most 26 or 27 years old. Even if the opera troupe is well-off, they can't make so much money.

The bodyguard saw the two stop and walked forward, "Ms. Chen?"

"It's okay." Chen Qing acted calmly, "The string is loose. Wait a moment."

She faced the Pipa Girl and raised her bow. "I expected Mr. Yan to find me. He's in a precarious situation now, isn't he?"

"He's worried about your health."

"Are you worried about me, or do you want to control me?"

"Mr. Yan didn't mean to hurt you or the child," the Pipa girl said solemnly. "He will explain to you about the accident at the airport."

At noon, the sunlight in the forest was clear, shining through the stage fence and directly onto Chen Qing's face.

Yan Baiqing stared at the screen, not missing any of her subtle expressions in the camera.

She had a naturally charming appearance. He had seen too many women of this type, whose every frown and smile revealed seduction.

But her eyes were too clear, and she seemed quite distant when she was silent. She never tried to please others, let alone try to be coquettish.

Purity and charm, the two temperaments blend perfectly in her.

After a long moment, Chen Qing frowned slightly. "Mr. Yan, there are many things you need to explain to me. For example, who staged the kidnapping at the station, and whose influence the kidnappers used to escape. But there's really no need for us to meet again."

He suddenly exerted force with his palm and the wine glass shattered.

On the square screen, Chen Qing's resolute expression stung him more than the glass.

"Oh my..." Aunt He frantically grabbed the medicine box and said, "Please let go quickly, or it might pierce your flesh!"

Yan Baiqing closed his computer and leaned back on the sofa to suppress his emotions. The meridians on the side of his neck bulged and then disappeared into the skin.

"Miss Chen... she's been gone for almost half a month, right?" Aunt He asked tentatively as she tended to his wounds. "Would you like to go and see him?"

The man half-closed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the sky above the house. "She doesn't want to see me anymore."

Aunt He's heart tightened. "Did they have a fight? Miss Chen is in a special period right now, why bother with her..."

"I'll arrange for someone to take you back to the Greater Bay Area tomorrow."

She was stunned.

Yan Baiqing rolled up the gauze and pressed it on his palm. "My mother has gone to the place where she wants to recuperate. I will be busy for a long time. There are so many people at home, and I am tired of it."

"Miss Chen is in need of help right now. I was the one who took care of you when Old Director Yan returned home with you pregnant. None of the other people here have as much experience as I do."

He slowly took out a cigarette from the cigarette box, his throat rolling slightly, "Aunt He."

Aunt He carried the medicine box and waited for his instructions.

"What will happen to a child without a father?"

Aunt He was silent for a long time, then raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eyes. "I know you're feeling wronged. That person never cared about you. He didn't even call on the day of the birth. But even though Old Director Yan had high expectations for you, you're her biological child after all. She loves you dearly. With such a large family business, and so many eyes back home watching, she's handed it over to you. It's a happy ending after all the hardships."

There are not many people in the Yan family who know the inside story, and Aunt He is one of them.

Yan Weilan had a difficult delivery and was in critical condition. She announced in front of everyone in the hospital that they would save the fetus and bring the baby to Yan Baiqing's biological father after it was born. Aunt He was by her side, and Yan Weilan personally gave her Meng Hongwen's personal number and address. Unfortunately, the call was not connected until the mother and child were safe.

Outside the French window was a violent storm. Yan Baiqing raised his head and blew out a column of smoke, narrowing his eyes in secrecy. "Yes, if the mother is prominent, the child will be equally prominent even if he doesn't have a father."

Aunt He felt something was wrong and opened her mouth.

Old Qian pushed the door open and interrupted, "Mr. Yan."

Yan Baiqing glanced at her and Aunt He left the living room.

"It's Royal Jia International." Old Qian bowed his head, gritting his teeth. "Deputy Director Zheng led the team straight to the finance office. Some signed orders didn't have time to be changed. They have too many people and are keeping a close watch. Our people can't find any opportunities."

The man's face was calm as he threw out his silver cufflinks, which landed on the table with a thud.

Old Qian bent even lower and said, "Minister Zhang has taken two people away and there has been no news yet. Mr. Yan, we have to be on guard."

"Protecting against what?"

"Zheng Yuan was Jiang Jingyan's comrade-in-arms, and he was the one who promoted and taught him. His dismissal from office is very likely a conspiracy between the two of them to create a false image on behalf of the Ji Zhang family."

Yan Baiqing dusted off his cigarette, "So?"

Old Qian was surprised, "You guessed it a long time ago?"

"Jingyan is a tough guy. He wouldn't hesitate even if a knife was hanging over his neck." Yan Baiqing stared at the white mist slowly rising into the sky. "Boss Shao said he was talking nonsense at the meeting. Do you think that's possible?"

"Because he couldn't catch Mr. Meng, Jiang Zhongyi's reputation was ruined. It's only natural for him to be furious."

He snorted and laughed, "That's why you fell for it."

Old Qian sucked his teeth and said nothing.

Yan Baiqing took a long drag on his cigarette and crushed it in the ashtray. "My junior brother is good at countering my opponent's moves, so I will use my own strategy against him. So what if I capture the Zhang family? They're not going to stand up for me."

Lao Qian felt a sudden chill on his back, and the man's gloomy eyes calmed his pounding heart.

"How's Ji Mingyin doing?"

"Old Master Tang doesn't come out easily. There's a branch of the Guan family called Guan Rendong. While he's called Guan Rendong, it's actually a nominal title. Last year, his wife caught him having an affair, causing chaos. At the beginning of the year, he took his mistress south to hide. The Guan family was unaware of this, so they sent him as a middleman to pass on messages between the two families. Ji Mingyin said they've already established a connection."

"Tell him I'll be there at seven."

Old Qian couldn't help but worry, "Then Huangjia International..."

Outside, the wind and rain subsided. Yan Baiqing stood up and put on his coat. He still had a gentle and humble appearance. His tone was calm and eerie, "Abandon."

…

In the evening, the last ray of setting sun in the south disappeared into the sky without a trace.

The man walked out of the terminal with steady steps, the hem of his black windbreaker fluttering in the wind. He stood against the light, his tall figure cast on the ground.

At the same time, a Lexus LS stopped in front of him.

The driver attentively helped him get in the car and said, "Mr. Yan, you have had a hard journey."

Yan Baiqing wiped his hands with a wet towel and said, "Your President Ji is quite high-profile."

"When you're in the business, you have to have some pomp and ceremony."

"Where are they?"

"Boss Ji has arranged a plan. Tomorrow you can follow Director Guan into the Tang family. But he didn't expect you to be so anxious. He didn't dare to neglect it and hurriedly thought of a plan. This Miss Chen is accompanying the Tang family's aunt to watch an opera, but-"

Yan Baiqing raised his eyelids and hummed from his nose, "Speak."

The driver chuckled and glanced in the rearview mirror. "You know, the Tang family's ancestral home has been passed down for generations. The security measures are beyond the reach of ordinary people. The front yard is off-limits, but the stage is in the back hillside, and the renovations aren't finished yet. Mr. Ji said there's a small path there, but it's... not very presentable."

Yan Baiqing didn't respond.

"Or, will you wait one night?"

"No more waiting."

"Okay!"

The driver stepped on the accelerator to accelerate.

The collar of the man's windbreaker felt cool against his neck, causing the blood there to boil, reaching his heart.

In the center of the flashing phone screen lay a message: The dock is calm, and Jiang Jingyan has been connected to the network.