Jiang Ningyan didn't move, closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Her black hair was half loose, her nose was straight and upturned, her red lips were soft, and her milky white face was slightly pink. If it weren't for her eyelashes that trembled from time to time, she really looked like a sleeping beauty.
Lu Bingchuan pursed his thin lips, his jaw tensed in a cold and hard curve.
This woman has been spoiled and has become more and more lawless, daring to do anything.
If he hadn't locked the door, wouldn't he have just barged into the bathroom?
"Jiang Ningyan, I hope you understand the limits of what you can and cannot do. Otherwise, you may not be able to bear the consequences."
As if feeling the chill from his body, the person on the bed shrank into the quilt, pretending not to hear him.
After a while, Lu Bingchuan rubbed his eyebrows and raised his hand to pull the corner of the quilt upwards.
The voice was still cold, "Cover yourself with the quilt. No one will take care of you if you get cold."
Jiang Ningyan didn't know how long he stood by the bed, she only knew that in his dormitory, everything was safe and secure.
She felt sleepy and soon fell asleep.
Lu Bingchuan closed the door to the inner room and dialed the phone number of the old house.
Lawrence Lu's majestic voice rang out, "What? You finally have time to call me?"
Lu Bingchuan knew where his anger came from, "I was a bit harsh in today's incident."
The voice on the other end suddenly became stern, "Just a little heavy? You almost beat someone to death!"
"So many people are eyeing your position. If you take action before the matter is fully investigated, and the Wu family keeps holding on to this matter, do you know what the impact will be on you?"
Lu Bingchuan said calmly, "I know."
Lu Guohua shook his head angrily, "I thought after training you for all these years, you had learned to restrain yourself, but now it seems that you haven't changed at all!"
That year, in order to eliminate the forces in the Yangtze River Delta, China's elite troops suffered countless casualties.
The undercover agent who had been hiding beside the gang leader for three years was unfortunately exposed. The only news that came back was that he was tortured for seven days and seven nights and then thrown into the river to feed the fish.
When the situation was most critical, he miraculously appeared, broke into the rainforest alone, killed the leader, and sent back countless key information.
After the victory, at the commendation meeting, Lu Guohua saw this undercover agent who had been secretly trained by the military because he had no father or mother. He discovered that this young man covered in scars was his only son whom he had been looking for for many years.
He did a lot to change Lu Bingchuan's gloomy and resolute temperament.
After he thought he had achieved results, he let Lu Bingchuan enter the National Defense University. He was very satisfied with his subsequent development.
But it was not until today that he discovered that compared to before, Lu Bingchuan had simply restrained his hostility.
Hidden beneath the cold mask is still the evil wolf who will do anything to achieve his goals.
Compared to his father's anger, Lu Bingchuan's emotions were calm.
"Don't interfere, I'll take care of it."
…
The next day.
Jiang Ningyan went to work as usual.
I thought there would be more gossip in the office, but unexpectedly, everyone's reaction was surprisingly unified:
They cursed Wu Zhiyuan and even wanted to write a joint letter requesting a severe sentence.
Jiang Ningyan was a little confused at first, until she saw the Ai Min Daily on the table.
On the front page, Xie Weidong wrote thousands of words to recount the experiences of the victims who provided anonymous clues, and directly elevated the harmfulness of people like Wu Zhiyuan to the social level.
Even the most unrelated people would feel a chill down their spines after reading this, and think that people like Wu Zhiyuan are polluting the air.
No wonder the wind direction is so consistent this time.
To write all this in one day, Xie Weidong must have stayed up all night.
Jiang Ningyan wanted to find an opportunity to thank him, but she didn't expect him to come by himself so soon.
After hearing his purpose, Jiang Ningyan's eyes widened in shock.
"You want me to... disguise myself and help you secretly visit the dance hall?"
Xie Weidong was very embarrassed. "Comrade Jiang, I'm just asking. It's okay if you don't want to."
Jiang Ningyan shook her head. "Did you find any problems in the dance hall?"
When talking about this, Xie Weidong's face became serious and he took out a worn notebook and flipped through it.
"From what I've heard, the owner of the Guangming Dance Hall in Beijing has a lot of thugs. Women serving as escorts often cry and scream. I suspect they're involved in some illegal activity."
Jiang Ningyan was stunned. "Guangming Dance Hall, is the owner called Chu Ming?"
Xie Weidong nodded in surprise, "Yes, but he doesn't show up often. The dance hall is actually managed by the manager."
After hesitating for a while, Xie Weidong sighed, "Actually, I also have selfish motives."
"Two years ago, my sister suddenly disappeared. When she was found, she was covered in wounds in the alley behind Guangming Dance Hall. To this day, her mental state has not yet recovered."
The mental stimulation was so severe that it was self-evident what had happened.
"From then on, I decided to become a journalist and find out the truth of what happened no matter what."
Seeing the tears in his eyes, Jiang Ningyan made up her mind, "I'll help you. Tell me the detailed plan."
…
Two days later, at the back door of Guangming Ballroom.
Jiang Ningyan's face was covered with thick snowflake frost, her face was pale, her lips were blood red, and her eye sockets were painted black.
If you don't look carefully, no one can tell her true appearance.
Xie Weidong, who had come to join them, was silent for a few seconds. "Are you sure that if you do this, they will be willing to let you be a singer?"
Jiang Ningyan was very confident, "Don't worry, I have a good foundation."
"That's right." Xie Weidong picked up the mop by the wall and wiped the tattered clothes twice, whose original color could no longer be seen. "I'll go in first. Be careful."
Five minutes later, the dance hall manager, who was standing at the door with a smile on his face, suddenly twitched his mouth.
"Hey, hey, hey, who are you? Do you think you can enter this place?"
Jiang Ningyan blinked innocently when he stopped her. "They're hiring singers, right? I'm here to apply."
The manager frowned and refused without thinking, "No, your appearance doesn't meet the requirements."
Jiang Ningyan persisted, "Look again, there are still many people praising me for being beautiful."
The manager rolled his eyes and said, "Are you sick? Get out now and don't disturb us while we're doing business!"
What a lack of taste, Jiang Ningyan complained in her heart. She was thinking about putting on makeup again when she suddenly heard a voice floating over.
"You're right, I think you're really beautiful."
Hearing this voice, Jiang Ningyan's heart skipped a beat.
The "boss behind the scenes" who rarely appears, and she ran into him for the first time?
However, thinking of the heavy makeup on her face, she straightened her back with relief.
They had only met once, so Chu Ming might have already forgotten who she was.
"You, raise your head." A cold voice sounded in front of him.
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