Chapter 262 Each Has Their Own Abilities
Jiang Jingyan watched them leave and took a shortcut to meet Zheng Yuan.
His phone vibrated, he glanced at the screen and answered, "Teacher is looking for me?"
"Jingyan, it's me."
Jiang Jingyan looked at the caller ID again. It was the nanny at Meng Hongwen's private residence, but the person who answered the call was Yan Weilan.
"Is Director Yan recovered?"
"I still have one breath left." Yan Weilan's tone was different from the weakness in her voice, but it was more powerful. "Jingyan, your mother forced me to death back then, and now my son is in your hands. I really don't know if it's a repeat of the past or fate."
He laughed out loud, "So Director Yan believes in fate? Unfortunately, I believe in the law."
"Outsiders only think of the Jiang family as a good family. Your parents have created such a good life. Have they never made a single mistake?"
Jiang Jingyan's eyelids twitched.
"I once begged your mother to forgive me even though I was pregnant. Your mother also begged Meng Hongwen for the same thing. Jingyan, guess who she was doing it for."
"My father retired with injuries and lived a life of integrity."
"Of course." Yan Weilan laughed maniacally and coughed repeatedly. "Mr. Jiang's character is obvious to all, but he also walked on the edge of a cliff. It was your mother who pulled him back single-handedly. Just think about how capable Zhong Manwei is and how she has restored your father's reputation."
Jiang Jingyan rolled down the car window and dusted off his cigarette ashes. "Is Director Yan trying to force me to let my senior brother go, or is he trying to protect someone else?"
There was silence over there.
"I won't interfere in our father's affairs. If the Jiang family is truly at fault, both my father and I will defer to the higher authorities. If Director Yan understands this, he'll understand my attitude towards you mentioning this matter." He took a long drag on his cigarette, his voice steady and powerful. "By the way, guess why you're the one bringing this up."
The call was suddenly disconnected.
Jiang Jingyan rubbed out the cigarette butt with his thumb and called Lian Zhuo without stopping.
"Are you almost there?"
"Fifteen minutes. Arrange for someone to guard the Zhang family immediately."
There was a rustling in the receiver. Lian Zhuo walked to an empty corner and lowered his voice, "Minister Zhang? The report will be submitted tonight. The earliest it can be submitted is tomorrow—"
"Don't report it, send your own people."
Lian Zhuoxin was startled. It was against the rules to send people to monitor Minister Zhang's movements without permission.
"When something went wrong at Huangjia International, Meng Hongwen knew it was difficult for him to intervene, so he asked Yan Weilan to intervene." Jiang Jingyan briefly explained the current situation. "These father and son might be using the same tactics."
"Can't you monitor Miss Zhang? The province hasn't given you permission to do anything else. Minister Zhang and Mr. Jiang are on the same level. If you don't report it, any action you take will be against the rules."
"Miss Zhang can't solve this problem. Why do you think Yan Baiqing approached the Zhang family in the first place? Go and do it."
Jiang Jingyan's order was unquestionable, and Lian Zhuo didn't say anything more.
Yan Weilan came forward and was once again used as a gun. The incident happened at Huangjia International. In the future, when the truth that Yan Baiqing was the boss behind the scenes was made public, people would only say that Yan Weilan loved her son so much that she first asked the Meng family for help and then threatened Jiang Jingyan to show mercy. Meng Hongwen chose a clean solution.
Anyone with a little common sense could see through it, but Yan Weilan jumped into this trap without any mistake.
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Yan Baiqing didn't stay at the cocktail party for too long. It was two hours after Yan Weilan left the hospital that the news reached him.
He sent away the boss who came to toast him and told Lao Qian to go to Meng Hongwen's residence.
"The nanny said Mr. Meng had some heart issues this morning and asked the doctor to come in. He won't be seeing any visitors today."
Yan Baiqing drank a lot of wine, and the red bloodshot eyes were extremely obvious.
He pulled off his well-fitting bow tie and threw it aside, leaving his shirt collar wide open. His expression was indistinguishable from his emotions. "Just go. He'll see me."
Lao Qian didn't dare to say much.
He had seen Yan Baiqing's methods and knew that this man had two sides and his mind was difficult to guess. In all these years, except for Yan Weilan and Chen Qing, he had never seen Yan Baiqing be so tolerant towards anyone.
After all, it's just a "family matter", and I don't think Meng Hongwen will be angry.
When the two arrived at the manor, the servants seemed to know they were coming and were waiting at the door with a group of bodyguards.
"Mr. Meng said, please invite Mr. Yan to the reception room."
Old Qian bowed slightly and stayed outside the door to wash the car.
Yan Baiqing was obviously drunk, so the nanny helped him to the front yard and opened the door for him.
In the living room, only the wall lamp by the sofa was lit. In the dim light, Meng Hongwen was holding a photo frame and looking at it. "Here I am."
"Where's my mother?"
Yan Baiqing spoke in a bad tone.
As Meng Hongwen's student, Jiang Jing was known for his outbursts, his disobedience, his private mischief, and his lack of respect for elders. Yan Baiqing always came to greet him politely, offering him tea and proper manners. Suddenly, he choked so hard that the nanny started to smooth things over, saying, "Mr. Yan is drunk. I'll go get someone to make some sobering tea."
Meng Hongwen ignored his inappropriate question and kept his eyes on the photo. "Rest now. Don't disturb her."
"I'm here to take her home."
He chuckled. "Go home? Mr. Yan is keeping your biological mother under house arrest. If this gets out, will you still want the glory of being 'Mr. Yan'?"
Yan Baiqing stood there motionless. "Teacher, you're joking. It's not house arrest, it's protection."
Meng Hongwen put the photo down and looked at it calmly. "Protection?" The inquiry in his eyes became deeper and deeper. "Who are you guarding against?"
Yan Baiqing calmed down a bit and sat down on the sofa. "Jingyan has already attacked my mother once."
"He will have a chance, it's you who are incompetent."
He clenched his left fist, hidden in the shadows, but his expression remained calm. "Teacher is willing to spend energy, so I don't have to worry."
"It's getting late, stay one night?"
"Some things haven't been dealt with yet. I'll leave after seeing my mother."
Meng Hongwen's smile didn't reach his eyes as he repeated, "Your mother has taken medicine and is resting."
The nanny brought some sobering tea and placed it in front of Yan Baiqing. "Old Director Yan is in good spirits. Elder Meng specially cleaned up the small building in the backyard. The medical team is a favorite disciple of Dean He Xiuwen, a leading figure in the medical field, specializing in cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases. You don't have to be too nervous. Hospitals are cold places. Maybe Old Director Yan feels better after staying here for a while, and he's slowly recovering."
Yan Baiqing's chest heaved violently. He lowered his head and remained silent for a long moment before replying in a hoarse voice, "Then I'll stay for one night. My mother has been in a bad mood since she got sick, and she often blames me for not having time to accompany her. It's a good opportunity. I'll apologize to her tomorrow morning."
"Isn't there something that hasn't been dealt with properly?" Meng Hongwen took a sip of tea and said in a strong tone, "Work is important. Wei Lan is a strong woman, she can understand."
All these excuses and resistances mean that the mother and son are not allowed to meet.
The nanny heard what was going on and stepped aside without saying a word.
Yan Baiqing drank the sobering tea in one gulp and put down the cup. "Don't you want to know what kind of trouble it is?"
"I'm not proficient in business."
"Teacher, you are being too modest. You have been the head of the Chinese Defense Department for more than ten years."
Meng Hongwen held the teacup between his fingers, examining it carefully. "I'm old now, and my superiors are keeping a close eye on me, so it's difficult for me to take action. Your skills are enough to handle this." He put down the teacup and picked up the photo frame he had just put down. It was a photo of the three of them, the master and his apprentices, one for each of them. "You two, each of you has your own skills."
The room was dark, and the light reflected from the photo frame fell on Yan Baiqing's chest, like a sharp sword piercing straight through.
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