Chapter 68 You called out his name when you were in danger
Fearing that Lu Wenchang would take action, Jiang Yimian specially commissioned someone to make a small recording device and install it on the back of the jade.
During the conversation with Chen Qingqing, I learned that it was Lu Yiwan who instructed her to do it.
Lu Wenchang is a man who never shows himself when he does things. He is scheming and suspicious by nature. Lu Yiwan is probably just someone who was dragged out to take the fall.
Bo Jinzhou's face was cold, and he didn't say a word. Jiang Yimian frowned. They had already kissed and touched each other, so what was wrong with him?
Bo Jinzhou was parched, his lungs burning with anger. He wanted to get some water, but when he saw that he was about to leave, Jiang Yimian knelt on the bed, leaned forward, and grabbed his sleeve.
"Hey, why aren't you answering me? Where's the recorder?"
Bo Jinzhou turned his head and his cold gaze fell on her hand. He scoffed, "Without a recorder, we have nothing else to talk about?"
Jiang Yimian frowned, unsure of his meaning.
Bo Jinzhou suppressed his anger, shook off her hand, and left the room.
Jiang Yimian's mind was in turmoil. Could it be that Chen Qingqing discovered the recorder and destroyed it?
She had put herself into this game and paid such a high price; if she were to lose it all... she gritted her teeth, got out of bed barefoot, and ran out without a second thought.
The elevator was already going down, so Jiang Yimian walked towards the stairs.
She jogged along, finding no one in the living room, and ran to the kitchen. The man got some water and was drinking it in large gulps, his sharp Adam's apple bobbing. He caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye, but didn't give her a second glance, and continued drinking his water.
Jiang Yimian waited until he finished his second drink before stepping forward: "Bo Jinzhou, don't tell me you dragged me down and ruined the recorder."
At 168cm tall, she appeared petite next to the 191cm tall Bo Jinzhou. The man, who worked out regularly, had a strong physique, with powerful muscles that weren't overly bulky. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his presence alone was enough to envelop her.
His expression was cold and aloof. His gaze fell on her bare feet, and his face darkened. He picked her up and said, "You rushed down here without even putting on shoes. Are you trying to reincarnate?"
Jiang Yimian wrapped her arms around his neck, her expression serious: "Can't you listen to me properly? Where's the recorder?"
Bo Jinzhou carried her up the elevator. "We're looking for her."
"They fell off the cliff together. Chen Qingqing was caught by a tree, and the necklace was at the bottom of the cliff."
Jiang Yimian panicked, "If it gets broken, all my efforts will have been wasted."
Bo Jinzhou coldly retorted, "Who gave you permission to act on your own?"
"Jiang Yimian, you're ignoring what I said, aren't you? You insist on putting yourself in danger. Is your brain made of mush?"
"This is a rare opportunity. Do you really want me to just let it slip by?"
"What if the recorder doesn't have your location and I can't find you? You'll die, do you know that?"
Jiang Yimian looked at his suppressed anger and found it laughable. She had walked through the gates of hell so many times, and now he was only concerned about her safety. It was too late.
"How can I die if Lu Wenchang doesn't die?"
Bo Jinzhou placed her on the bed and went to find socks for her to put on. His movements were rough, and he pulled them all the way up. Jiang Yimian kicked him, saying, "Be gentle."
She kicked him in the shoulder, but he didn't budge. He continued to put the other one on her with a cold face, this time much more gently.
"The recorder won't break that easily, and even if it does, it can be repaired. You better behave yourself for the next couple of days."
Jiang Yimian: "Chen Qingqing identified Lu Yiwan as the one who sent her to harm me, but Chen Qingqing has met with Lu Wenchang, so I guess Lu Yiwan is the scapegoat."
Bo Jinzhou stared at her with his dark, narrow eyes: "How did you know?"
After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Yimian told him, "I have people at the Jiang residence who have seen Chen Qingqing go there to see Lu Wenchang."
Bo Jinzhou felt a little better; he still had some sense and knew to plant his own spies.
Knowing that she was anxious and couldn't sleep, Bo Jinzhou went to the study and brought over a document.
"These are Lu Wenchang's mistresses and children he kept outside the marriage."
Jiang Yimian took it, her eyes filled with shock. She opened the brown paper bag, which contained photos of Lu Wenchang taking his two children on a trip abroad, as well as photos of his mistress.
Two boys.
Bo Jinzhou: "The two children are twins, boys, who are eight years old this year. They were raised in England and have been kept hidden until now."
"He is the chairman of Jiang's Group. Although he controls Jiang's Group, the revelation that he has an illegitimate child outside the company has a great impact on him. The board of directors cannot tolerate him, so he dares not bring the two children back to China."
"With this leverage over him, how could we not have him under our control?"
Jiang Yimian couldn't help but laugh with excitement, "He actually hid in England, no wonder we couldn't find any dirt on him, he's hidden himself very well."
Even when he goes out, he is fully armed and quite vigilant, as seen in the photos.
Bo Jinzhou sat down beside her, looking at her with a complex expression. "Are you at ease now?"
Jiang Yimian was excited, his blood was boiling. He had another home in England, which Su Hui and Lu Yiwan probably didn't know.
If those two women found out, wouldn't they go crazy? Just like her.
Bo Jinzhou took the photo back from her hand. "Now, go to sleep."
"Give me a copy of this photo."
Bo Jinzhou put the photo into a brown paper bag, saying, "Don't worry, it won't get lost."
Jiang Yimian was still worried: "One for you and one for me, double protection."
Bo Jinzhou tossed the brown paper bag onto the bedside table, his eyes cold: "Jiang Yimian, you don't believe me?"
Jiang Yimian was speechless. She lowered her eyes and pursed her lips. "No."
These two words are so pale and powerless.
Bo Jinzhou's suppressed anger flared up again. "Fine, since you can't sleep, let's talk about something else."
He scoffed, "If you don't believe me, who will you believe?"
"Lin Zhiren? He's always been cold and sarcastic towards me, never showing me any kindness. Does he still like me?"
Jiang Yimian felt he was in some danger and subconsciously shrank back: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Bo Jinzhou pulled her back and held her knees. "You just called his name. You called his name again when you were in danger. Three times. You called him three times."
Jiang Yimian froze for a moment, her eyes filled with surprise, which Bo Jinzhou noticed, and this hurt him even more.
His bony hand gripped her chin tightly. "I told you, you can only love me. If you love someone else, I'll kill him."
Jiang Yimian's eyelashes trembled; she saw a strong possessiveness in Bo Jinzhou's scarlet eyes.
She never expected that Bo Jinzhou had gone this far with her.
Does that mean her plan succeeded?
But her heart ached terribly; she was both happy and distressed at the same time.
She couldn't figure out the source of this emotion, and she didn't push him away when Bo Jinzhou kissed her.
Her mind was still in turmoil, and her heart was in turmoil. Bo Jinzhou bit her, and she whimpered in pain, but Bo Jinzhou ignored her and continued to bite harder, as if he wanted to devour her.
Jiang Yimian could feel the intense, cold pressure and anger emanating from him.
Instead of provoking him further, she hugged him and showed her vulnerability, saying, "It hurts..."
Bo Jinzhou, his reason prevailing, released her, pressed his fingertips against her red lips, and said in a hoarse and cold voice, "Now I will no longer give you a chance to adapt."
“We are husband and wife. I can do whatever I want, and I won’t soften my heart if you refuse.”
After saying that, he got up and walked out.
Jiang Yimian braced herself against the bed, panting, the scratches on her back throbbing slightly.
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