Chapter 40 Feeling sorry for a man is the first step to bad luck.
Lu Jinyuan went on a business trip, and Jiang Qingying did not tell Lu Jinyuan about Zeng Le's matter immediately. Instead, she asked Zhou Yu to investigate the whole story first.
She was already 70-80% convinced by Zeng Le's claim that the investigation was merely a means to determine how to handle the matter.
Li Wanjun was cautious in her actions, and she kept Zeng Le's affairs very well hidden. It took Zhou Yu three days to find out.
During lunchtime, Jiang Qingying ate her lunch while flipping through the documents Zhou Yu handed her, her face growing darker with each reading.
The methods used were truly despicable.
The child is indeed Lu Yichuan's.
Zeng Le accepted Li Wanjun's money and donated it to charity, which is not wrong.
The hospital that Li Wanjun took Zeng Le to was a high-end private hospital, which was also an asset under her husband's family's name. The entire hospital was staffed by her own people. The doctor who performed the surgery on Zeng Le was quickly promoted and received a raise after she was discharged from the hospital, and a huge sum of money of unknown origin appeared in his personal account.
Jiang Qingying had the answer in her heart. She didn't believe it was an accident. Zeng Le's pregnancy check-ups in the previous few months were all normal, and she had also secretly asked a doctor to do a preoperative evaluation before the surgery.
All of this points to the conclusion that the evidence has been destroyed.
Knowing all this is useless; no conclusive evidence has been found to prove whether Zeng Le's miscarriage was due to medical malpractice or bribery. If the matter goes to court, given the capabilities of Li Wanjun's legal team, Zeng Le's chances of winning are extremely slim.
Moreover, the cost is too high; it involves not only the Lu family but also the Li family. Regardless of the outcome of the lawsuit, Zeng Le's future may not be as simple as being blacklisted in the entertainment industry.
Feeling frustrated and depressed, Jiang Qingying called Lu Jinyuan.
"Hello." A deep, slightly cold voice came from the phone. She suddenly realized that she hadn't heard his voice in a while.
Jiang Qingying was about to speak when she heard a charming female voice from the other end of the phone: "President Lu, I'd like to propose a toast to you."
Jiang Qingying stopped opening her mouth, raised her eyebrows, and chuckled dismissively, "President Lu, you seem to be in a good mood." With that, she hung up the phone.
On the other end of the phone, Lu Jinyuan coldly glanced at the woman approaching with a wine glass, his eyes burning with a rare, poisonous fire that could devour a person's limbs and bones.
The next second, the woman retreated shakily.
This was at a dinner party, where many local capitalists were seated. Many capitalists have a bad and unpleasant habit: they like to have prostitutes as companions when socializing.
Lu Jinyuan was disdainful, but he gave everyone face by not speaking up to stop them. At this moment, he was unwilling to give face to anyone. With a sour face, he glanced at everyone and said, "If you have something to do, leave first."
Lu Jinyuan got up and left, his black cashmere coat hanging on his arm, his other hand holding his phone, busy redialing.
After a busy signal lasted ten seconds, Jiang Qingying answered. He frowned and patiently explained, "I was socializing, and that was someone else's female companion."
"Hmm." Jiang Qingying remained silent.
Lu Jinyuan sighed, "I'm not that indiscriminate."
Jiang Qingying curled the corners of her lips. Of course she knew it was just a little tantrum. Once she was done, she would get down to business: "When are you coming back?"
Hearing her gentle tone, Lu Jinyuan's tightly furrowed brows instantly relaxed, and he asked softly, "Is there something you need?"
"Yes, it's quite important." Jiang Qingying looked down at her toes, her stiletto heels tapping lightly on the ground. "I wanted to talk to you in person when you got back."
Lu Jinyuan paused for two seconds before giving a definite answer, "The earliest is tomorrow morning."
"Okay, I understand." Jiang Qingying was about to hang up when she heard him laugh. She asked what he was laughing about.
Lu Jinyuan curled the corners of his lips, his tone relaxed and somewhat nonchalant, "I thought you missed me."
"Get lost." Jiang Qingying whispered a very soft curse at him, then hung up the phone, her face flushed as she muttered to herself, "No way."
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The next day was Saturday, and Jiang Qingying was off work, so she stayed up late the night before to watch a movie she had wanted to see for a long time, and naturally woke up a little late the next day.
She opened her eyes two hours later than usual in the morning. When she tried to get up, she found a heavy weight around her waist. Looking down, she saw that arm she knew all too well. All the drowsiness in her mind vanished. The crisp scent of fir trees wafted from behind her. She turned over to face it.
The sudden movement woke Lu Jinyuan. His brow twitched slightly, but he didn't open his eyes. He simply held the person in his arms tighter. "Awake?"
He wasn't fully awake; his voice was low, husky, and magnetic, each syllable sounding like it contained grit—tired yet incredibly pleasant to hear.
Jiang Qingying was stunned for a moment, then took two seconds to react. She lifted her head in his arms, her nose touching his chin, and asked, "Why are you back?"
Lu Jinyuan couldn't help but laugh, lowering his head to touch her forehead, his laughter ambiguous: "Are you still half asleep? Didn't you ask me to come back?"
It was indeed her who asked him to come back, but Jiang Qingying thought that when he said "at the earliest tomorrow morning" yesterday, he meant to set off in the morning, or at the very least, arrive home in the morning. She didn't expect that he had rushed back overnight.
"What time is it?" Jiang Qingying was probably still half asleep, and she didn't even know why she was asking such a meaningless question.
Lu Jinyuan let out a heavy sigh of relief, barely opening his eyes to look at the clock on the wall. "A little past nine."
It's only nine o'clock. She suddenly felt a pang of sympathy and asked, "What time did you get back?"
"Around five o'clock." Lu Jinyuan pulled her over and turned her onto her back, then laid her on top of him. "I'm very tired. Quietly sleep with me for a while, okay?"
Jiang Qingying stopped talking, staring at him with wide eyes for a while. Later, she couldn't resist anymore. First, she moved her head, her hair brushing against his chest. Her short hair rubbed against his pajamas, making a rustling sound. Then, her hands, feet, and waist began to get restless.
She was held and lay on top of him, her movements were practically groping him, like plucking the fur off a tiger.
Lu Jinyuan, unable to resist her teasing, grabbed her hand and pulled it down, warning her in a hoarse voice: "If you don't behave yourself, I'll make sure you can't get out of bed."
"You can sleep alone then." Jiang Qingying really didn't mean it that way.
She said, feeling wronged, "I've had enough sleep. It's so uncomfortable to be lying in bed and not being allowed to move."
Lu Jinyuan was fully awake and no longer sleepy, so he began to take off her pajamas. "Let's do something tiring, then you'll be sleepy in a bit."
"Mmm..." Jiang Qingying dodged his kiss, finding it difficult to find a moment to speak, "Didn't you say you were very tired?"
“I slept for a while on the plane, and with the time I slept just now, that's enough to keep you busy.” Lu Jinyuan didn’t give her a chance to speak.
Jiang Qingying wanted to cry but had no tears. The heartache that had just welled up in her heart was like being slapped in the face, disappearing completely. It was as if the heartache for him had only happened briefly.
Feeling sorry for a man is the first step to bad luck.
Furthermore! Practice is the only way to test the truth.
The conclusion was that it was truly impossible for them to lie peacefully in the same bed.
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