Chapter 102: The Secret Revealed
Chen Qing held the phone and stared at the front.
The man who broke into the lounge was Director Liu, the junior theater leader who once wanted to take advantage of her.
"You've had too much to drink." She tried to remain calm, suppressing the slight tremor in her voice, "Please leave."
Director Liu recognized her and locked the door. "It's really you—"
Chen Qing caught a glimpse of his movements and reached for the pruning shears on the flower stand behind him. "Director Liu, I've already called the police. It's still not too late for you to run. Otherwise, if you're taken away in such a situation, not only will you lose face, but you'll probably have no chance of escape."
"I've been fucking left with no room to maneuver!" Director Liu suddenly went berserk, his skinny cheeks deeply sunken. "You have a strong backer. I've been doing this for over a decade. You can just pull me down!"
"What does this have to do with me—"
Director Liu roared with a thick neck, "I just asked you to have a drink! Ask around the city, which actor in the theater doesn't drink with me? Even if they don't drink with me, they have to drink with those rich second-generations! What? Miss Chen, you're hooking up with that bastard Yan Baiqing, and you think you're superior to others?"
Chen Qing frowned, "Watch your mouth."
"Clean? I think you're as clean as you can be today!"
He unbuckled his belt, and his trousers hung loosely around his hips, revealing his red underwear.
Chen Qing suddenly raised the scissors and glared at him. "There are surveillance cameras in the corridor. If something happens to me here, you will never get away! If you are dismissed, you can start over. But going to jail is a lifelong stain. If you leave now, I will pretend I have never seen you."
Director Liu was stunned for a moment, his chaotic eyes lingering on the scissors for two seconds, then he grinned, "Very chaste! It seems she's set her sights on Yan Baiqing. Don't worry, his parents are just sluts who got pregnant by someone else. Maybe his son would like that too!"
He had lost all his mind, his eyes were bloodshot, and he reached his left hand into his pants and fiddled with it a few times, moving closer.
The chill reached Chen Qing's head.
…
When Yan Baiqing returned to the lounge, several Yan's management were chatting animatedly.
"What are you talking about?" He poured a glass of wine and sat down at the main seat.
"Boss Gao's canary ran into a madman in the corridor and was so scared that she started crying. Boss Gao was just trying to find a way to comfort her!"
The man called Mr. Gao frowned, "This woman is delicate and charming, which is nice, but it's unbearable to do this every few days..."
Yan Baiqing didn't care much and took a sip of wine. "Why is there a madman here?"
"They've been kicked out. I don't know how they got in." The man put down his phone. "Mr. Yan, we really envy you. You're alone and don't have to worry about these romantic matters."
He laughed out loud, "Is this a good thing?"
"Of course it's a good thing! Men, before they get married, they look forward to having a family. Once they do, they want freedom. If you don't believe me, look at Mr. Gao. He has a red flag at home, but when he gets tired of it, he looks for a colorful one outside. In the end, he still can't escape the fate of coaxing women."
Yan Baiqing shook his wine glass, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of the scene in the apartment that day.
He was lost in the smoky smell of the kitchen, while Chen Xi, fresh from her shower, looked unadorned, her long hair fluffy and her face a pink, steamed-out flush, as translucent as a magnolia in the early morning. She wasn't a cute girl, but she was incredibly endearing.
That day, she just stood there and turned his life, which had been numb for more than thirty years, upside down.
Yan Baiqing took a big gulp of wine, and the irritation in his throat made him squint.
But unfortunately, that was Jiang Jingyan's apartment.
There were footsteps outside the lounge, and the noise was so loud that no one in the room could ignore it.
Secretary Yan Baiqing pushed open the door and pulled over a staff member. "What happened?"
The man panted, holding the intercom in his hand, "There's a disturbance in Lounge 3. I'm sorry to have disturbed Mr. Yan's peace, but we've called the police. The hotel will immediately send additional security personnel. Please wait a moment."
Yan Baiqing: Well, I don’t care.
Mr. Gao was puzzled and asked, "Is it a skinny crazy man? What on earth did you do? Anyone can get in here!"
"I'm so sorry." The staff member, his face covered in sweat, bowed, "I'll take care of it right away."
Yan Baiqing waved his hand and said, "Alright, send him away. Don't hurt anyone."
A small number of the guests at this auction are partners of Yan’s. Since it is a VIP lounge, there is a possibility of collision.
"Whose name is number 3?" he asked casually.
"President Liu's wife, and Mrs. Jiang."
They were startled and stood up, "Is Mrs. Jiang in there?"
The staff member turned pale with fear, "He shouldn't be here..."
Yan Baiqing looked solemn. He put down his wine glass and strode out.
The staff led him outside the lounge, where he heard a cry of "Help!"
His body stiffened and he kicked the door with brute force.
The spare door card was not delivered for a long time. Yan Baiqing estimated the distance and kicked again.
The door lock showed signs of loosening.
At this time, several figures rushed over, led by Lian Zhuo, and grabbed the handle and pulled it hard.
Yan Baiqing was stunned.
When the door opened, he turned around and glanced at everyone with a fierce look.
The staff member quickly turned around and notified the floor security.
Jiang Jingyan came from not far away, his steps were filled with murderous aura, and his extremely gloomy eyes swept across Yan Baiqing without stopping.
Immediately afterwards, a man's horrified scream was heard in the lounge.
Yan Baiqing was close, and before that, he heard the sound of human bones breaking.
Mrs. Jiang arrived late, took a look inside, calmed herself down, and immediately ordered the entrances and exits of the floor to be blocked.
"Calm down this floor of VIPs and clear the area." She stood straight, her eyes dignified. "Have you called the police?"
"I have."
Mrs. Jiang's expression darkened. "Tell them to come quietly and arrange for all witnesses tonight to be in the banquet hall on the fifth floor."
The staff dispersed immediately.
She looked at Yan Baiqing and said, "Come too."
The lounge was in a mess. A man was kneeling at the foot of the wall, with a pool of blood at his mouth and nose, and his lower body convulsing.
Chen Qing was placed behind a screen, blocking the view of outsiders.
On the sofa in the outer hall, Jiang Jingyan sat in an arrogant and domineering posture, with blood splattered on the side of his face. This chilling look made even Mrs. Jiang's heart tremble.
Yan Baiqing walked to the side and lifted up the twitching person on the ground with his toes. It was indeed Director Liu.
He looked at the secretary and said, "Drag him away."
"Wait a minute." Jiang Jingyan stopped him in a cold tone, "I have something to ask Director Liu."
Yan Baiqing paused for a moment and stepped aside.
Lian Zhuo dragged Director Liu in front of Jiang Jingyan, who tossed out a stack of photos and casually held one up, "Did you take this?"
Director Liu's face was covered with blood and tears from his nose. He nodded and shook his head, then urinated in a pool.
The man laughed and took a cigarette from the box.
Yan Baiqing flipped open the metal cover of the lighter and reached out.
Jiang Jingyan raised his eyelids, and their eyes met. The atmosphere suddenly became cold and dangerous.
He raised his hand and slowly burned a corner of the photo.
There was an unpleasant smell of burning in the air. Yan Baiqing said nothing, but lowered his eyes to watch him hold the fire close to his lips and inhale it.
Scarlet flames danced on his face, mixing with blood, like a beast facing its prey.
Jiang Jingyan raised his head and exhaled a column of smoke, and the veins on his neck bulged.
Beneath the ironed shirt are thriving muscles, as if a storm is brewing.
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