Chapter 250 I am a normal man
When Jiang Jingyan left Jiang's house, Yan Baiqing was just about to go out.
Chen Qing heard the noise downstairs and stood quietly at the corner.
"Secretary Hu answered the phone this morning, but no one answered when I called again."
The person who spoke was Yan Baiqing's driver. Ever since Yan Baiqing resigned from his position in the city, this person has been following him.
Aunt He said that the Yan family was transferred back from the Greater Bay Area.
"Secretary Hu is an old man, nothing will go wrong." The driver stood respectfully by the side, holding a teacup. "But I'm worried. Would you like to send someone to take a look?"
Chen Qing immediately understood that this driver knew a lot about Yan Baiqing and was not an ordinary person. Perhaps he knew even more than Secretary Hu.
The man in the middle of the living room buttoned his shirt slowly. "I've already resigned. Does Secretary Hu's whereabouts have anything to do with me?"
The driver choked and stammered, "But——"
Yan Baiqing suddenly raised his eyes, fell silent, and looked towards the second floor.
Chen Qing lay with his back against the wall, motionless, not even a sound of breathing.
The conversation downstairs gradually faded, and she slowly backed away and returned to her room.
About ten minutes later, Aunt He knocked on the door. "Miss Chen, are you up?"
"I'm up."
"Mr. Yan, please come downstairs and have something to eat. It's not good to not eat in the morning."
Chen Qing opened the door and asked, "Didn't he leave?"
Aunt He went into the house to pack up. "She was getting ready to leave, but she came back at the gate. I could see she was worried about you, and couldn't bear to leave. She couldn't bear to go to work."
Temporary regret...
There is something I want to say.
Chen Qingwen went downstairs slowly. Yan Baiqing, wearing a white shirt and a tie tied solemnly, sat upright on the sofa and explained official business.
Seeing her, Yan Baiqing hung up the phone.
"Did you sleep well?"
"It's okay. Aren't you busy?" Chen Qing sat opposite him and picked up a persimmon.
"I'll have breakfast with you when I have time." Yan Baiqing frowned at her, "Persimmons are cold in nature, so they're not suitable for you."
Chen Qing didn't care much and peeled the skin. "My stomach has been uncomfortable these past two days. I feel like I have a big fire. It's just right. I want to suppress it."
"Aunt He has stewed some bird's nest with milk. Try a small bowl. I'll be at the company at noon. In the evening, I'll take you to Xianxuan Teahouse to eat some cold cakes."
"Suddenly showing affection?"
He laughed, "Qing'er doesn't want the hairpin at the auction, so does Liang Gao count as a courtesy?"
Chen Qing wiped his hands with a tissue and muttered softly, "For Director Yan, spending money is nothing. Spending effort is the least of his worries."
Yan Baiqing said meaningfully, "You actually understand this."
After breakfast, Chen Qing suggested going to the courtyard to bask in the sun.
Yan Baiqing had no intention of leaving, nor did he make any requests. He stood with her in the yard to appreciate the flowers.
It must have rained at night, as the petals were washed clean. Although it was a season of decline, the Yan family's house was full of vitality.
Dead leaves give way to new branches.
It’s exactly the same as the current situation of the Yan family.
Go against fate.
"Last night you asked me if Meng Hongwen knew your background."
He suddenly spoke, and Chen Qing rocked in the recliner and hummed.
"He knows." Yan Baiqing stood a little closer to the front, shielding her from most of the glare. "That's why I insist on having you by my side. Ever heard of the saying 'The darkest place is under the lamp?'"
She continued.
Yan Baiqing turned his head, half teasing, half testing, "Why? Can't you accept that your enemies have changed from the Jiang family to the Yan family?"
"You knew the truth, yet you instigated me to report Mr. Jiang." Chen Qing's voice trembled slightly, and it took a long time to calm down. "He is your father, and you protected him."
"When you believed Jiang Zhongyi was the real murderer, did Jingyan protect his father?"
She didn't say anything.
Yan Baiqing stared at her, his eyes unfathomable. "He didn't, and you wouldn't suspect that he was doing this to protect his father. But if it were me, do you think I would protect someone who has never fulfilled his fatherly duties?"
"Have you ever…"
Chen Qing's words stopped abruptly, not because of timidity, but because of inexplicable hesitation.
Yan Baiqing seemed to see through her thoughts and said firmly, "No, Qing'er, when your parents were in trouble, Meng Hongwen's favorite student was Jingyan. I have no place in his heart."
Chen Qing half-closed his eyelids, "Then why are you still helping me investigate?"
Before this, she always believed that Meng Hongwen was the mastermind behind the incident, and Yan Baiqing cleaned up the mess for him. Perhaps out of guilt, or perhaps to keep her stable and sow discord between her and Jiang Jingyan, he would find Li Xiangli for her and ask for clues about the owner of the music store.
"The hatred between Meng Hongwen and I cannot be explained in a short time." Yan Baiqing poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to her, "However, my goal is the same as yours."
The chill of the late autumn wind began to penetrate his bones. Chen Qing took the teacup and held it in his palm. "You approached me for that purpose."
"At the beginning, it was." Yan Baiqing said frankly and sat down next to her.
The stone bench was higher than the recliner. He looked down at it, "Qing'er, I'm a normal person with desires. A normal man."
Chen Qing's heart skipped a beat as he finished his cup of tea.
"I know you want to go back to Jingyan." He brushed off the dust on his trouser legs, his posture elegant and dignified, "But if you do that, Jingyan will definitely lose."
"I didn't think that."
Yan Baiqing paused and said, "That would be best."
He was silent for a few seconds, then stood up. "Regarding Li Xiangli, I broke my promise, but I can give you the erhu in the hands of the music store owner."
Chen Qing looked at him silently, her eyes as pure as the water in the autumn sun.
"Qing'er." Yan Baiqing raised his hand and touched her cheek with his thumb. His expression was dark and complicated, but he said nothing in the end.
…
Chen Qing had three classes in the afternoon and was briefly out of the Yan family's sight.
In the evening, she skipped the last elective class and took a taxi to Wan Lihong's residence.
The confession that Jiang Jingyan gave her mentioned that Wan Lihong helped Li Xiangli hide the evidence, but she didn't believe that Wan Lihong would be a person who couldn't distinguish right from wrong and would help the evil. The real evidence must not be in the hands of the piano store owner.
But we also have to thank Li Xiangli for mentioning the erhu, which made Chen Qing think of checking the furniture that Wan Lihong had not had time to move away.
She carried the violin case and found Wan Lihong's neighbor based on her memory. She looked around and knocked on the door.
"It's you!" Xiao Wang still remembered her and greeted her with a smile, "Looking for Teacher Wan again?"
Chen Qing pursed her lips and said, "Excuse me, I want to see if Teacher Wan has any practice pianos left and buy them back as souvenirs."
"Oh, what a coincidence! I do have two, but Teacher Wan said she won't sell them. She asked me to keep them for safekeeping. She'll come back to get them later."
She suppressed her excitement and said, "Please let me take a look."
"You guys are artists, you're quite special." Xiao Wang didn't act arrogantly and invited her into the courtyard. "Everything is here."
Chen Qing recognized one of them as hers at a glance.
She took it, weighed it in her hand, and plucked the bow casually.
The timbre is wrong.
"Teacher Wan won't be back." She was surprisingly calm. "Just sell it to me."
"That won't do. What do you mean you won't come back?"
Chen Qing turned around and stared at him, "30,000, will you sell it?"
Xiao Wang's eyes struggled, "Teacher Wan said——"
"fifty thousand."
He clicked his tongue. "So valuable? I can't go back on my word."
Chen Qing was anxious. "Sixty thousand, I don't want any higher. Teacher Wan didn't ask you to guard it, he asked you to wait for me."
Xiao Wang lowered his head and thought for a moment, then stamped his feet. "Okay, 60,000. Transfer it?"
Without saying anything, Chen Qing paid and took out his erhu. "I'll put it here first. I'll pick it up in the evening."
"You already have it, do you want more?"
She didn't explain, told him to keep it safe, and hurried out.
Xiao Wang locked the door of the utility room and turned around to see a man walking out from the inner room.
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