Chapter 4: After All, He Is His

When Chen Qing returned to the rental house, the snow started falling again.

It was difficult to get a taxi at this time. She was so cold that her face turned blue on the roadside. She finally got one. During this time, Lian Zhuo drove by, but she gritted her teeth and didn't get in.

This building has three floors in total and is a self-built house. The landlady lives across the street.

Chen Qing fished out the key from her bag. The landlord opened the door a crack and looked at her, his tone full of inquiry, "You just came back?"

"Um, did I disturb you? Sorry, I was delayed."

The light in the corridor was dim, and Chen Qing's tattered uniform looked even more disheveled.

The landlord frowned and said, "Little girl, my house is very clean. I won't rent it to anyone with bad character."

Chen Qing unlocked the door and turned back, "Don't worry, I'm doing my job properly."

The landlord returned to the house doubtfully and muttered something, which was not a good word.

Chen Qing ignored him, closed the door and locked it.

It's no wonder the landlord is suspicious. This area is a mixed bag. I heard that not long ago, there was a house across the street where a dozen people were arrested during a crackdown on prostitution. The landlord was held jointly liable and was fined quite a bit.

Chen Qing came back late for several days in a row, and today she looked so disheveled that anyone who saw her would think she had a "special profession".

He stood there for a while, and his numb hands gradually warmed up.

She took out her cell phone, charged it, and turned it on. It showed several missed calls from the store manager.

There were a few messages in the work group, just some mild consolation.

Chen Qing replied one by one, clicked on Li Yan's dialog box, edited the good news and sent it out, and a red exclamation mark suddenly popped up.

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The next morning, Lian Zhuoli reported at the coffee table, "The colleague who took the blame for Miss Chen is called Li Yan. She has been Zhang Zhao's lover for a month and left the province last night."

The man took a sip of tea nonchalantly and said, "Catch him back."

"That Mrs. Zhang..."

"Get to the bottom of it."

Lian Zhuo took the order and contacted a lawyer without delay.

Last night in the basement of the mall, he asked whether he should intervene, but Jiang Jingyan said no, probably because Miss Tao was present and it was difficult to intervene.

But Chen Qing was his man after all. He was beaten for no reason and insulted in public. There was no reason for him to swallow his anger.

The communication ended and Lian Zhuo turned back.

Jiang Jingyan changed his clothes and stood in front of the dressing mirror to tie his tie. "When did she move out?"

"Last week."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You accompanied the leader to a meeting in the countryside, and I instructed you not to be disturbed by trivial matters."

That was Jiang Jingyan's last business trip during his tenure, and it was of great significance.

He raised his eyelids and said in a tone that was neither light nor heavy, "Is it a small matter?"

Lian Zhuo shuddered, then bowed his head and admitted his mistake, "I was negligent."

The man left without saying a word.

There are ten days left before reporting to Huasheng Group.

Although Jiang Jingyan said that he had some free time during this period, his schedule was actually very full.

In addition to handing over work, you also need to meet with the group's board of directors in advance.

Huasheng Group is a provincial enterprise with a wide range of business operations and is a major force in international cultural exchange. The city sent him here primarily to correct unhealthy practices and maintain its reputation.

There will be a cooperation forum summit in the middle of next year. Problems have arisen within the group at this time. Jiang Jingyan is under time pressure and has a heavy task ahead of him, so he must clear things up before the meeting.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Lian Zhuo parked his car in front of the Qingjuman Building in the West District on time.

Not long after, Jiang Jingyan staggered out, surrounded by several group directors.

He went forward and held her steady.

The directors were in high spirits. "Mr. Jiang is drunk. Go back and rest early. We'll meet again another day!"

Jiang Jingyan hummed in a low voice, exchanged a few words with them, then bent down and got into the car.

As the car drove away, the man changed his drunken state, raised his head and loosened his tie.

Lian Zhuo pondered for a moment, "Zhang Zhao went to the police station and wanted to take Mrs. Zhang away."

The air pressure in the car is extremely low.

Jiang Jingyan's brows were sinister, "Where's Li Yan?"

"I have."

"Bring them here, along with the Zhang family."

The snow was white, lighting up half of the night sky. When the wind blew, the branches of the trees shook, and the accumulated snow fell down and danced all over the sky.

The car drove to a club in the city that was full of lights and wine.

After going up to the fifth floor, Lian Zhuo kicked open the door and looked at the three people in the private room.

He turned sideways, and Jiang Jingyan walked in with steady steps, holding a cigarette in his mouth.

Zhang Zhao's hands were tied behind his back. Mrs. Zhang threw herself on him and cried until her voice was hoarse, but she couldn't find anything to untie him.

Li Yan huddled in a corner of the sofa, her hair disheveled and the corners of her lips swollen. It looked like she had been beaten by Mrs. Zhang.

Lian Zhuo dragged a chair over, and Jiang Jingyan sat down, shaking his jaw slightly as he knocked off the ash from his cigarette. "Did you let Chen Qing take your place intentionally or unintentionally?"