Chapter 129 Take Off Your Clothes
Yan Baiqing knew that Jiang Jingyan would send people to stake out his private residence, so he brought Chen Qing to Yan's house.
Time passed by minute by minute, and there was no further communication on the receiver.
He was extremely patient and lit a cigarette with his head tilted.
The moment the flames burst out, Jiang Jing said calmly, "Today's matter is urgent. I'm sorry to have caused trouble for you, Senior Brother."
"Qing'er is obedient, there's no trouble."
Jiang Jingyan was not angered, but calmer. "I will remember this favor and will definitely repay it."
Yan Baiqing held a cigarette in his mouth and spoke to him in riddles, "Aunt Jiang asked me to do this, so I dare not refuse. It's not like I won't pay it back."
"I'm sorry to bother Mr. Yan by bringing him to the Yan family. My mother doesn't care, but I have to be ignorant of the rules."
"My mother has a social engagement, so we are the only ones at home."
"just."
Yan Baiqing was silent for a moment, vaguely sensing that something was wrong.
However, Jiang Jingyan did not continue speaking. He just gave a few instructions about Chen Qing's daily preferences, as if he was instructing his subordinates to take care of his woman.
He hung up and immediately contacted Yan Weilan's secretary.
Before the call was made, the secretary found him first.
"Director Yan was entertaining several directors and senior executives from his hometown at the club and was detained by the police."
"What's the reason?"
The secretary stammered, "Boss Du was drunk. One of the female PR staff serving in the private room was new and not very experienced... She didn't keep an eye on him, so we called the police. They were also caught by surprise during a routine inspection by the district bureau..."
Mr. Du is nearly fifty years old and loves to play tricks. He is a frequent visitor to various entertainment venues such as clubs and bath centers. Any one of his special fetishes is enough to make the news. He was even more wild when he was in the Greater Bay Area, but he had connections there. He still doesn't know how to restrain himself here and is just waiting to be caught.
But the district bureau had a routine inspection mission tonight, and it was impossible that Yan Weilan had not received the news in advance.
Socializing in the business world is not so simple and straightforward. Every channel has to be monitored by someone. Not to mention the Yan Group, even small families can get some information before doing anything, so that they can decide whether to have a meatless or vegetarian meal.
Yan Baiqing extinguished his cigarette, laughed in anger, picked up his coat and went out.
He spent the whole night cleaning up in the club, and when he returned home, the sky was just turning pale.
The nanny took Yan Weilan and helped her upstairs to rest.
Yan Baiqing lay on his back on the sofa, rubbing his eyebrows.
The secretary poured him a cup of tea and said, "The district bureau is being very tight-lipped this time. I think someone has arranged this, but who dares to play tricks in front of Director Yan?"
The man's tone was tired. "Who else could it be?"
The secretary gasped, "Mr. Jiang has so many problems of his own, and yet he still has time to spare? Is he going to cause trouble?"
"Using this kind of thing to tear each other apart is not Jingyan's style. He just wanted to make sure Qing'er and I didn't stay in the same room."
Yan Baiqing's eyes were covered in dense red bloodshot, and his smile was grim. When he arrived last night, the club was peaceful. Only the three private rooms occupied by Yan Weilan were under police control, and the female public relations officer who called the police was hospitalized. If this hadn't been settled privately in time, it would have definitely become a major incident.
None of this matters. What matters is that he is the boss behind the club. The Yan family doesn't know about this, and even Meng Hongwen doesn't know about it, but Jiang Jingyan found out and set a trap right under his people's noses.
…
Jiang Jingyan heard some movement in the room while he was sleeping. He suddenly opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of a dark blue sleeve.
He was in a trance for a moment, then shouted angrily, "Get out!"
Wei Yin froze, backed away to the door, and forced a smile. "Secretary Lian is outside. You should get up."
"Take off your clothes."
She was stunned.
The man got out of bed, a look of annoyance on his face. "Who told you to touch her clothes?"
"I came here in a hurry last night and didn't bring pajamas..."
Jiang Jingyan had a sinister look on his face and left her to go to the bathroom.
Wei Yin stood there, forcing a smile, "I made breakfast, how about eating before you leave?"
No one answered her. From this angle, she could only see the laces of the dark silk robe. The man's clothes were wide open, and the texture of his mermaid line just happened to catch her eye.
Wei Yin waited for a while, then suddenly thought of something and whispered, "Mrs. Jiang asked us to go home for dinner tonight, and my brother will go too. In the afternoon—"
Jiang Jingyan strode out, the cold aftershave hitting her face. She was caught off guard and finished her words, stammering, "In the afternoon... the lottery will be held at 2:30, and it will end at 6:00. I will leave from the ancient town."
Still no response.
"Mrs. Jiang thinks it would be best if you came with me to the scene, but you'll be busy, and she wants us to go home together." Wei Yin followed closely, went to the island counter, brewed a cup of strong tea, and handed it to her. "If you finish late, I can wait at Huasheng."
Jiang Jingyan suddenly swung his arm, and the teacup fell to the ground, and the broken porcelain pieces and scalding tea splashed onto Wei Yin's feet.
Lian Zhuo, who was originally following beside them, retreated to the entrance upon seeing this.
Wei Yin endured the burning pain in her feet and raised her eyes timidly.
The man smiled, "Miss Wei, do I look like someone with a good temper?"
"I know you're unhappy." She was about to cry, looking sympathetic. "But this is the only way. You have a thousand grievances against me. Just bear with it for a few days. Wait until the storm has passed. I won't bother you anymore."
Jiang Jingyan held a cigarette in his mouth and narrowed his eyes. "Since you are so sensible, you know what to say to my mother."
Before Wei Yin could react, he waved to Lian Zhuo and said, "Send a car to the Yan family this afternoon to take Chen Qing to the ancient town and bring him back to Chen Garden in the evening."
Chenyuan was Jiang Jingyan's wedding room and it had been empty all along. No one knew about it except the Jiang couple.
Lian Zhuo hesitated, "Isn't it too conspicuous?"
"Don't we have Miss Wei?" Jiang Jingyan exhaled a puff of smoke and patted Wei Yin's face. "She volunteered to be a shield, so why wouldn't I use her?"
After two slaps, neither too heavy nor too light, Wei Yin bit her lower lip and said nothing.
Jiang Jingyan knew her current situation very well, so she didn't need to hide anything. She could only take advantage of the proximity and have physical contact with him while Chen Qing was away. Even if Jiang Jingyan couldn't tolerate her, she couldn't fool Mrs. Jiang and Jiang Zhongyi. He couldn't get a female student pregnant and then not give an explanation.
She could only endure until the time came, until Chen Qing could no longer endure the torture of the underground relationship, and until Jiang Jingyan discovered that she was much more useful than Chen Qing.
…
After lunch, Chen Qing took a breath of fresh air on the terrace of the guest room.
She didn't leave her room all morning. Yan Baiqing asked the servants to bring the food. She felt uncomfortable being in the Yan family and was afraid of running into Yan Weilan.
Not long after, a horn sounded at the front gate and a woman got out of a car.
Chen Qing quickly hid back in the house.
It’s Miss Zhang.
I let Miss Zhang suffer in the locker room that day. If I find out that she is at Yan Baiqing's house, I won't be able to explain myself.
Chen Qing opened the door a crack and listened carefully to the sounds coming from downstairs.
Zhang Yun came as soon as she learned that Yan Weilan had an accident at the club. The Zhang family themselves did not want to ask too many questions, and she felt that visiting was out of courtesy, so she did not say hello in advance.
Yan Baiqing was handling official business in the living room. The servant welcomed her in, and the secretary packed up the documents on the table and left.
"Isn't my aunt at home?" Zhang Yun sat down without any hesitation.
"The doctor came. Mother took some medicine and is resting." Yan Baiqing took a sip of tea. "What do you want to talk to me about?"
Zhang Yun rested her chin on her hand, speaking lazily, "It's okay—can't I find you?"
The man smiled and said frankly, "I'm busy and I'm afraid of neglecting Miss Zhang."
"You go about your business, I'll just take a look." Zhang Yun looked around and picked up the magazine on the coffee table. "Mr. Jiang was so lively yesterday. My father said that the city will hold a meeting to criticize him today."
Chen Qing's eyes went dark, his hands went limp, and the door lock slammed.
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