Chapter 277 Jiang Jingyan as Matchmaker
"Don't worry." Chen Qing's eyelids were heavy, and he subconsciously dug into his neck. "It hasn't taken shape yet."
"Let's call the girl Chen Xiaoya."
"What?"
"The boy's name is Chen Goudan'er."
“…Have you really been to school?” She laughed, her voice nasal and muffled. This unintentional coquettishness was more annoying than intentional coquettishness.
Jiang Jingyan hugged her, smoothed her long hair, and stroked her back from time to time with his hand.
After a while, his breathing in his arms became heavier, and his eyes were fixed on Chen Qing's nose. The sunlight cast a small light there through the gauze curtain, making the whole face look crystal clear.
He had never been so hesitant as he was today.
When he and Zheng Yuan were in the army, he had boasted that he would always risk his life to uphold justice, and that the mission was always his top priority. But now, he couldn't convince himself otherwise.
At 1:30 in the afternoon, Jiang Jingyan left the room.
The head nanny was standing at the stairs, looking worried. "Miss Chen will be sad if she doesn't see you when she wakes up."
"She's easy to coax. Thank you for your care."
"It's natural for us to worry about it, but it's different with you by my side."
Jiang Jingyan didn't respond and gave a few instructions about Chen Qing's living habits. Lian Zhuo called to urge him, so he couldn't delay any longer.
He left without looking back, so he didn't see the figure looming behind the curtain on the second floor.
Chen Qing leaned against the window, watching the man walk out of the courtyard against the light. He was tall and strong, but the moment he disappeared, her heart suddenly felt empty.
She fell asleep, but not deeply.
As soon as Jiang Jingyan put her down, his mind became uncontrollably clear.
After arriving at the Tang family yesterday, the bodyguard who sent her back on behalf of Tang Xiaoming took her cell phone and asked the servant to get an old phone as a backup.
Being so cautious, she had already guessed that Jiang Jingyan was going to make a big move.
When she learned that Jiang Jingyan was punished because of the Chen family's affairs, she also made the worst plan, but You Meng led those people away for her at the airport, trying every means to prevent her from becoming a bargaining chip in Yan Baiqing's hands. The sacrifice was too great, and she dared not and should not act rashly again.
Chen Qing squatted down with her knees hugged. The sun was nowhere to be seen in the gray fog in the sky. She covered her face and bit her lips tightly.
Jiang Jingyan's scent in the air became weaker and weaker. The surroundings were too quiet, as if she were in an ice cellar, freezing her to the bone.
…
In the evening, Jiang Jingyan met Fan Ruilin at Xianxuan Teahouse.
"The Chen family case has been officially reopened by the higher-ups, alleging your father neglected his duties." Fan Ruilin pulled out a cigarette, his expression grim. "I can't say anything, so I can only follow orders."
Jiang Jingyan flicked away his lighter and stepped forward. "It's okay. My father had anticipated this." He paused for a few seconds. "But I hope you will be in direct custody of the witnesses and evidence I have collected."
"This isn't a big deal. The purpose was to lure the Meng Party. Who else could they entrust it to besides me?"
"When the lips and teeth are gone, they are cold. Meng Hongwen should be anxious as the Meng clique is being controlled one by one. Anxiety can easily lead to mistakes. He is just a grasshopper after autumn. By then, a meritorious official like you can also retire in style."
Fan Ruilin dusted off his cigarette and looked at him, "Jingyan, just say what you want to say."
Jiang Jingyan was not polite, "I want to see Huang Hao."
"The old pervert who was caught smuggling goods at Zhounan Port?" He laughed. "Yes."
"What did you see him for?"
"Old Guan dismissed me. I'm idle anyway. I can't control Meng Hongwen for now. Someone needs to force Yan Baiqing to do something."
Fan Ruilin hesitated, but did not ask, "You can meet me, but you have to follow the rules."
"Don't worry."
Jiang Jingyan didn't stay long, as Tang's aunt had an appointment with Guan's family to discuss postponing the wedding. At nine o'clock, he saw Fan Ruilin off and went up to the fifth floor.
When passing by the S10 box, I heard the sound of talking and laughing from inside.
Lian Zhuo reminded softly, "It's Mr. Yan."
Jiang Jingyan did not stop, his expression was indifferent, and his eyes did not stray an inch.
Yan Baiqing was caught up in several public opinions at the same time. Several old directors of Yan Group rushed over from the Greater Bay Area. He was dissatisfied and had no mood to do so. However, due to the group's position and reputation in the board of directors, he reluctantly entertained them.
A figure flashed outside the door, and he glanced at it without changing his expression.
A few minutes later, Lao Qian walked over to him and leaned over. "The Tang and Guan families are in the box. Mr. Jiang is probably there to be a lobbyist."
Yan Baiqing covered most of his face with a teacup. "It's hard for him. He lost his job, his honor, and now he has to be a matchmaker."
"Do you want me to keep an eye on it?"
"What are you looking out for?" He snorted, "With Jingyan's temper, it's no surprise that he's ended up like this. If the Tang family could help him—"
He stopped talking.
Old Qian's heart tightened, and he leaned down even lower. "What?"
Yan Baiqing smiled faintly, his tone was full of secrecy, "The Tang family can only help him hide people, so go and pay attention to what you should pay attention to."
Lao Qian understood what he meant and immediately went to contact Nan Fang.
"Wait." Yan Baiqing stopped him, "Let Huamei go, she knows who to find."
S10's dinner lasted until eleven o'clock.
Lao Qian was driving out of the Third Ring Road when his cell phone rang.
He glanced at the screen and reported to the man in the back row, "It's Mr. Meng."
"catch."
Meng Hongwen rarely contacted Yan Baiqing late at night. After listening for a while, Yan Baiqing realized that he wanted him to go to the manor.
Lao Qian made excuse that he was drunk, but Meng Hongwen turned a deaf ear to him.
After the call ended, he said with lingering fear, "You secretly assisted in the retrial of the Chen family's old case and even let Li Xiangli go. Didn't Mr. Meng notice it?"
Yan Baiqing rubbed his brows and said nothing.
Old Qian, just shut up.
Two hours later, the black Bentley slowly drove into the manor.
The journey was smooth.
Old Qian helped Yan Baiqing into the front yard, his hair standing on end. "Mr. Yan, something's wrong."
Something was wrong. All the servants and nannies were nowhere to be seen. There were only a few bodyguards guarding the door. This was not normal.
Yan Baiqing remained calm and walked across the hallway. The room was brightly lit. In the middle of the room, a man was kneeling with his back to the door, trembling.
"Aren't you the one who takes good care of your health? Why haven't you rested yet?" He glanced at the corner of the room and found the bodyguard lurking in the dark.
Meng Hongwen knocked the pipe in his hand and said in a cold voice, "You care about my health, and I care about you too."
Yan Baiqing calmly sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and swayed on his toes. "This is..."
"Mr. Yan's group is busy and he can't take care of anything else, so I have to do it for him."
Meng Hongwen waved his hand, and the person crawling on his knees stiffened, his knees rubbing against the floor as he turned backwards.
It’s Li Xiangli.
A chill ran down Yan Baiqing's spine, and he scanned the wounds on his face with interest. "If you want to see him, just tell me. Why did you beat him like this?"
Meng Hongwen leaned back, his momentum terrifying, "You mean, I snatched him from you."
"What else?" Yan Baiqing took out a cigarette and lowered his eyes. "I'm drunk and don't have the energy to think about your intentions."
There was dead silence for half a minute.
Meng Hongwen laughed a few times, "Xiao Li, tell me how you got here."
Yan Baiqing held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the person on the ground with his eyes half closed.
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