Chapter 195: Admiring his cruelty and calculation
The moment the sun sets in the sky, the afterglow spreads like a river across the community.
Chen Qing sat there for nearly an hour, his hands and feet numb, and only came back to his senses when his phone vibrated.
The message sent by Jiang Jingyan was short: On a business trip, returning to Chenyuan for vacation.
She replied with a "good".
In addition, Yuan Hui also sent a message asking if he wanted to wait for her for dinner.
She remembered the document that the school was going to give to Yan Baiqing, so she took out the number and dialed it.
It rang three times, and then a strange female voice came from the other end, "Ms. Chen."
Chen Qing was stunned for a moment, then quickly explained his purpose. "Our school director asked me to deliver some documents to Mr. Yan. Is he free now?"
"Where are you?"
She named the place.
There was a rustling sound over there. "Mr. Yan has a meeting that will end in half an hour. I'll send a car to pick you up."
"No need." Chen Qing put on his bag and stood up. "I have other things to do. I'll contact him later."
She hung up and called a car.
Li Xiangli has a secret in the city. No one knows it except the Chen family, not even his wife.
When Chen Qing was a child, he did not perform well in an exam. He did not dare to go home first, so he pretended to sleep in Chen Cheng's car and overheard it.
She went straight to her destination and arrived at Xima Hutong.
I went around in circles and got myself confused.
It happened that a grandmother from a certain family was taking out the trash, so she went over to greet her and asked, "Hello, do you know which family Wan Lihong lives in?"
"Wan Lihong, the one who teaches children to play the piano?"
"Yes, I'm a former student of Teacher Wan, and I came to see her."
Grandma pointed to the east, "The one with the copper door in the corner."
Chen Qing thanked her and took a deep breath before taking a step forward.
Wan Lihong is the object of Li Xiangli's infidelity. She teaches erhu in the folk music class of the Children's Palace. Li Xiangli takes the opportunity of taking Chen Qing to and from get out of class to develop a secret relationship with her. After Chen Cheng finds out, he earnestly advises him to think about the child and not go too far, but Li Xiangli is bewildered and won't listen.
Chen Qing pressed the doorbell and waited for about two minutes. The small window on the door opened inward.
Seven years have passed, and Wan Lihong is already 40 years old, but she has maintained herself well and there is not a trace of frost on her face.
She stared at Chen Qing with a confused look in her eyes, "Who is it?"
"Teacher Wan." Chen Qing smiled sweetly, "My last name is Chen. Don't you remember me?"
Wan Lihong's face suddenly changed and she ordered her to leave.
Chen Qing pressed himself against the small window and leaned closer. "Teacher Wan, I have something to ask you. I'll leave after I finish. You don't want the story between you and Li Xiangli to spread, right?"
Wan Lihong's face was pale. After a long stalemate, she opened the door.
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Yan family.
The passionate and majestic piano music, mixed with the sound of the wind, whistled in the living room on the first floor.
The white gauze curtain fluttered and brushed past the man's shoulders, making him look extremely noble and elegant.
When the last syllable of "Ten Sides of Ambush" ended, Hua Mei was still immersed in her emotions. She slowed her breathing and looked forward.
Yan Baiqing shook his wine glass, his eyes dark, "Your piano skills have improved."
"I'm just showing off to please you."
He leaned back, his neck showing a few veins, his face flushed from being slightly drunk, and with his white shirt on, he had a kind of sexual tension of a gentleman.
"How did Liu Bang win the Battle of Gaixia?"
Hua Mei put down her zither and walked over to rub his head. "I haven't learned much, so it was probably just a surprise."
"Yes, it was unexpected." Yan Baiqing laughed grimly. "When Jingyan went to Wuhen Village, he probably only thought of two possible outcomes. He never expected that Qing'er would be my guiding light."
"He was too arbitrary. He didn't allow Chen Qing to participate in his parents' case. It was a big failure."
"Jingyan is reluctant to let go. He has raised Qing'er for so many years, and he just wants her to live a stable life."
Hua Mei paused, then continued to massage the acupoints with her fingers. "With your weak spot, he can't defeat you."
Yan Baiqing said nothing, brushed her aside and stood up, "Has Qing'er come out of Xima Hutong?"
"Just left five minutes ago."
"Go and do your thing."
Hua Mei turned and took two steps, then looked back. "Xiang Yu was defeated, and Yu Ji didn't want to be a burden to him. If Chen Qing came to ask you for help, would you be soft-hearted?"
The man half-closed his eyes, and the intoxicating smell of alcohol contained an extremely heavy oppressive force that almost suffocated her.
After a long moment, Yan Baiqing suddenly tightened his belt and adjusted his clothes. "She can only fall into my hands."
"Do we really need someone else?" Hua Mei frowned. "I still say the same thing. You really shouldn't provoke Jiang Jingyan. Even Han Xin doesn't dare to completely surround the enemy, so why force him to fight with his back to the wall?"
Before he finished speaking, Yan Baiqing chuckled, but it was more sinister than not laughing at all.
There was no light in the room, and in the dim light of the evening, he approached step by step.
Hua Mei couldn't help but step back and stare at the tip of his shoes.
"Chen Qing can only be in my hands. Do you understand?" Yan Baiqing was obviously angry. She swallowed her resentment and lowered her head. "I understand."
The secretary and Hua Mei passed each other and didn't have time to savor the solemn atmosphere in the room. She hurriedly reported, "Miss Zhang has asked you out again. This is the third time. Do you want to see her?"
Yan Baiqing drank the last sip of wine from the bottom of the glass and said indifferently, "No."
"Although Director Yan is seriously ill, he has not broken off the engagement..."
"Who has the final say in the Yan family?"
The secretary choked, "You have the final say."
"After my mother abdicated, who has the final say in the Yan family?"
He wiped his sweat, "You."
"If I want to break off the engagement with the Zhang family, who do I need to notify?"
"Miss Zhang has such a bad temper. If you push her too far, the Zhang family will hold a grudge against you. If you withdraw, then Mr. Meng—"
Yan Baiqing scoffed and interrupted him, "Can they retreat? Minister Zhang has personally arranged for people to deal with the mess at Zhounan Wharf. Either they cling to Meng Hongwen and maintain the Zhang family's glory, or everything will be ruined."
The secretary was horrified and admired Yan Baiqing's cruelty and calculation.
He would take every step just right for anyone who was useful to him, regardless of whether they were men or women. If they were no longer useful to him, he would kick them out without hesitation.
His heart seemed empty.
No gaps or weaknesses.
"How is the hospital?" Yan Baiqing tied his tie, and his whole body was as clear and smooth as jade.
The secretary took a deep breath and said, "Director Yan woke up once at noon, but slept most of the time."
"Watch carefully."
"Don't worry, the bodyguards are all transferred from my hometown, and they only recognize you."
The man's face remained calm as he put on his coat and went out.
It was the time for the nurses to conduct routine ward rounds in the hospital. Yan Weilan had a ventilator on her face and was struggling to keep her eyelids open.
A bodyguard followed the nurse into the ward and stood by, monitoring her.
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the door. The bodyguard grabbed his collar and spoke in a choppy Hong Kong dialect, "What's going on?"
"A suspicious man has arrived."
The nurse unbuttoned Yan Weilan's collar and turned away, "Excuse me, I need to clean Director Yan."
“There are nurses to do it.”
"The nurse is eating. Director Yan's clothes are soaked with sweat. If he waits any longer and catches a cold, will you be responsible?"
The bodyguard looked at her, perhaps because the headphones were too noisy, he frowned, checked the medicine she brought, and strode out.
The moment the door closed, the nurse took out her cell phone and put the screen in front of Yan Weilan's face.
Under the bright light, Yan Weilan's forehead showed ferocious blue veins, his eyelashes suddenly trembled violently, and he grabbed the nurse's wrist.
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