Chapter 286 Is he dead or alive?

The two figures overlapped, the light on the top of the mountain was dim, and coupled with their standing positions, Yan Baiqing was a head shorter than her, and the bodyguards below could not be seen clearly.

His face was a mixture of light and dark, and it was hard to tell whether he was angry or something else.

"Every word the Qi family said about the Huasheng crusade is true. Jing Yan is the culprit who caused his injury."

"So, you were certain he wouldn't tell others about that shameful thing of mine to prove his innocence, and that's why you let the Qi family take advantage of it."

"Qing'er." Yan Baiqing's tone was deep and serious, with a bit of majesty that was not usually seen in her. "This is a dispute that is bound to happen between us. No matter what method is used, I will not embarrass you."

"I'm just a bargaining chip for you to bring down Meng Hongwen, a pawn in your plan to avenge the Yan family on the Jiang family. On the day when Director Yan was critically ill, I said that as long as Jiang Jingyan and I are together, the Jiang family and I will be inseparable. It's useless for you to be unwilling, so why bother saying all this?"

"What if you are no longer destined to be a member of the Jiang family?"

Chen Qing was stunned.

Yan Baiqing seemed to not want to look at her directly. He squinted his eyes and looked at the shadow on the ground just a few feet away from him. "Aunt He has made every effort to take care of you at home. You will give birth to our child safely."

Chen Qing realized something at this moment.

The fighting in the north was raging and no one had time to spare, but Jiang Jingyan didn't come, so Yan Baiqing easily broke into the back mountain of the Tang family.

Who controls success or failure.

The situation is clear.

"What happened to him?" Her voice trembled, her mind in a mess, "You——"

Yan Baiqing stretched out his hand to touch her bewildered eyes, but was dodged. He reluctantly put it down and clenched his fist at the side of his leg. "Have a good rest. It's not comfortable living at the Tang family. I'll pick you up on Sunday."

Chen Qing stumbled and grabbed his collar. The autumn chill stained the man's windbreaker, causing her to tremble. "You want to threaten me with his life or death? Wishful thinking! At worst, I will be his corpse."

Yan Baiqing lowered his eyes and carefully portrayed her face.

Her whole body was shaking, but her words were like heavy hammers, hitting his heart with every word.

He didn't expect Chen Qing to be so hysterical. He thought she would beg him to let Jiang Jingyan go and use herself to win his favor, such as pretending to be held hostage and letting the Jiang family's backup driver go.

In the past half month, her temperament has changed a lot.

Or maybe, she is like that, but he just hasn't understood the whole story yet.

"Mrs. Jiang is decisive, Mr. Jiang and Jingyan are loyal and righteous, and Qing'er is chaste and virtuous." Yan Baiqing closed his eyes, slowly grasped her hand, and said in a voice so soft that it was inaudible, "They are truly a family."

Chen Qing's eyes were bloodshot, and the look he gave him was cold at all.

"Don't worry, the wife of Chairman Yan doesn't need chastity, sacrifice, or hard work. Qing'er, I will give you a stable and solid life."

"Yan Baiqing--" Chen Qing looked at his back and cried miserably.

The bodyguard at the bottom of the stairs rushed up and only saw the taillights of the car drifting down the hill.

…

Chen Qing slept until the next afternoon.

The doctor said she was too sad and emotional, and she only managed to calm down after drinking some sedatives.

Last night, the bodyguards immediately blocked off the back mountain and checked the vehicles entering and leaving. Although there were too many tourists, my aunt still insisted on checking all night and did not miss any clues.

At 5:10, the bodyguard captain stood in the main hall of the old house to report on the progress. "Apart from tourists, there's no one else. That unsurveilled path has only one exit. We immediately sent inspectors there yesterday to block him, but there was no sign of him. Time is running out, so there's no chance he escaped. Further investigation will only allow us to check the hotels and resorts at the foot of the mountain."

Old Master Tang scraped the foam from his teacup and ordered in a deep voice, "Add another 10 people and continue the siege."

"There have been a lot of tourists visiting the mountain recently. If it's too obvious... it could easily cause panic."

The aunt put down her teacup, looking thoughtful. "The Guan family is still in the city, and the Tang family's big move is bound to attract attention."

"Thank goodness Miss Chen is alright," the bodyguard captain agreed, his head bowed. "We can use the tourist registration or security office to check the resort. Just tell everyone that Young Master Xiao's wedding is approaching and the guest is a special guest. But we'll have to notify the district police."

The old man smacked his lips, his fingertips brushing his beard. "You can't find anyone who dares to approach the Tang family just by checking the registration..."

His meaningful tone made the aunt's heart tighten, and then she chuckled, "I was just about to look for him, and he came to my door in person."

"The Yan family is at its peak, too arrogant." The old man stood up tremblingly with the help of the nanny, his voice vicissitudes, "I am old, I will guard Jingyan's things for him, and see Xiao'er get married, and my wish will be fulfilled. As for the rest, you can handle it."

Just as he finished speaking, the servant came into the room with a swagger, "Miss Chen is awake and insists on seeing the old man. We can't stop her, she's already at the west door!"

The old man sighed, waved his hand and went out the back door.

The servant looked at the aunt, waiting for her instructions.

She closed her eyes and quickly fiddled with the Buddhist beads in her hands, "Please come in."

Chen Qing stood at the corridor of the inner courtyard. The setting sun cast no color on her face. She stared blankly at a certain point in the air, seeing no life. It was not until the main hall door opened and the servant nodded that her eyes began to flicker.

"Madam, please come in."

Chen Qing straightened his clothes, straightened his back, and walked inside.

"Aunt." She bowed respectfully, her eyes red and swollen, her voice muffled in her nose. "Please tell me, is he dead or alive?"

The aunt sat in the armchair without opening her eyes, "Auspicious people will be blessed by heaven."

"So that means living?"

"You shouldn't have met outsiders without permission. It disturbs your mind, is not conducive to the pregnancy, and goes against Jingyan's intention of sending you to the Tang family."

Tears welled up in Chen Qing's eyes, but he managed to hold them back. "He's in danger, I really can't do this..."

The hall was silent for a long time. Just as the head nanny was about to try to persuade her, the aunt stretched out her hand and asked her to come forward.

"Do you know how many life-or-death moments there have been in Jingyan's career?"

Chen Qing nodded.

"If you want to be with him for a long time, you should be mentally prepared."

“But he retired.”

"Jingyan's sense of justice has nothing to do with whether he retires or not." Grandma said earnestly, "He will always find a way to get through it."

"This time is different." She bit her lip, holding back her sobs. "Meng Hongwen is too powerful. My parents died at his hands. Yan Baiqing walked on the edge of the law to cover up for him. So far, there has been no loss. No one in the Jiang family can be trusted—"

"Then you must remain calm! Wang Jingyan knows the Meng Party's evil forces best. We've fought each other more than once. I trust him, can't you? Could it be that he fought hard, but found out that something had happened between you and the child, and then failed at the last moment?"

Chen Qing was scolded so badly that he couldn't even raise his head.

She gritted her teeth, her nails pinched her palms until they turned black and purple, and her body couldn't stop shaking.

…

Eleven o'clock at night, Zhounan Prison.

The man, in a uniform and leather shoes, with his epaulettes shining solemnly, strode to a bulletproof iron door.

"Deputy Director Zheng."

He nodded slightly. "What did he say?"

"I haven't said anything yet. I'm clamoring to see Mr. Jiang."

"Open."

The door opened, Zheng Yuan stepped in, pulled over a chair and sat down, "Huang Hao."

The man being tortured opposite him had a dejected look on his face, the skin under his eyes drooping. After seeing who was coming, he sneered, his facial muscles twitching strangely, "Is Jiang Jingyan dead?"