Chapter 295: People who love to the extreme have no good ending
"Who is whose biological son?" Ji Mingyin slammed on the brakes, glanced at the rearview mirror, and started the engine in a panic.
Chen Qing remained calm, and when he tilted his head he noticed the black walkie-talkie on his collar.
Although no other vehicles were seen when leaving the villa, Meng Hongwen was too cautious to let Ji Mingyin act alone.
As expected, someone asked something on the other end of the intercom, and Ji Mingyin grabbed his collar and mumbled, "It's okay, it's okay! My leg is cramped..."
When his gaze swept across the back row again, Chen Qing rubbed his upper abdomen and looked out the window. "Boss Ji, you're always keeping an eye on everything. Not even the slightest movement in the upper class escapes your notice. How could you possibly not know about this?"
"What kind of tricks are you playing?" Ji Mingyin sneered. "If Meng Hongwen knew that the child was his, and could watch his son being stabbed in the back for more than 30 years, even if he could tolerate it, could Yan Weilan tolerate it?"
Chen Qing said nothing and turned to look at him.
"Besides, even I can see clearly that Yan Baiqing is secretly trying to overthrow Meng Hongwen. There is no way Meng Hongwen will keep him. If Miss Chen wants to sow discord, she'd better forget it!"
She smiled and shook her head. "Boss Ji, even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. Meng Hongwen's sins are as great as his glory. He won't die in pursuit of responsibility, nor will he let the city he built fall to dust. Someone will take over, someone will help him avenge his past. Blood is the most loyal. Even if father and son are alienated, Old Master Yan will follow him to the end of his life. What do you think she is for?"
"Yan Weilan is here?" Ji Mingyin frowned and muttered to himself, "You're talking nonsense!"
Chen Qing stopped talking to him the whole time.
At eight o'clock in the evening, the car stopped in front of a small Western-style building.
Ji Mingyin was indeed a wanderer, so he chose a wild road with little surveillance and road signs. In addition, Chen Qing had only been out of the province a few times, so looking at the whole way, apart from being able to identify that they were still in the south based on the license plates on the road, he could not recognize the specific location at all.
"Miss Chen." Two servants ran out of the courtyard and greeted her warmly. "The house is settled. Please watch your step."
Chen Qing felt that the two people looked very unfamiliar, but they acted like they were familiar with each other.
"Auntie." She pretended to look around the house, her voice timid, "Am I alone tonight? Is the lady here?"
"Yes, yes! Madam thought you'd be scared, so she's waiting for you!"
Chen Qing glanced back and chuckled, "That's good."
When leaving in the afternoon, the nanny mentioned a "Madam". She had no idea at first, but Meng Hongwen was not married, and he would not bring his lover with him when he was escaping. The only person who could be addressed as "Madam" was Yan Weilan, who was a hostage with her.
Ji Mingyin was obviously unaware of this matter.
They were clearly trying to escape together, but Meng Hongwen was wary of him. He was truly not someone he could trust.
Chen Qing was not worried at all about how much he would believe, nor was he worried about whether he would verify it. As a broker who had been dealing with wealthy and powerful people on the edge of a knife all year round, suspicion did not need to be ignited. Just the slightest gust of wind was enough to keep him awake at night and make him make a quick decision.
The bodyguards who had been following us all the way have withdrawn, and the surroundings are eerily quiet.
Ji Mingyin pinched the lighter, rubbed it to make a flame and started smoking, then held the phone tightly in thought.
"Damn it." He cursed under his breath, "This old fox wants to trap these two women in my hands!"
After finishing a cigarette, he bent down and got into the car to send the edited message.
At the same time, Lao Qian immediately found Yan Baiqing to report.
"Ji Mingyin has replied."
The man on the sofa was completely submerged in darkness. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Where is it?"
"Zhong'an Prefecture."
Yan Baiqing leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, and said in a gloomy voice, "Say it again."
Old Qian couldn't help but take a step back and stammered, "It seems... Meng Hongwen has thrown this task to your mother again..."
Zhong'an Mansion is Yan Weilan's private residence on the mainland, and it is also the wedding house she prepared for herself. She once wanted to use the unborn child as the wedding house to marry Meng Hongwen. Not to mention the outside world, few people in the Yan family knew about it.
This is not a big deal. What is important is that if Chen Qing dies with two lives, the crime will have nothing to do with Meng Hongwen.
It was precisely because of this that Meng Hongwen was determined to kill Chen Qing.
Thinking of this, Yan Baiqing felt completely disappointed.
"Idiot!" He threw the wine glass hard, shattering it in his palm. "She believes whatever Meng Hongwen says. She won't be satisfied until she loses her reputation and her life!"
Lao Qian didn't dare to say anything.
Yan Weilan's infatuation is no less than Meng Hongwen's, but their natures are very different. The former's love is wrapped in a bit of rationality, while the latter's selfishness barely allows for a bit of love.
When it comes to love, those who love to the extreme will never have a good ending.
Recently, Lao Qian often couldn't tell who Yan Baiqing inherited his genes from.
"Still no news about Huamei?"
"No, she holds the bank's secrets and has become disloyal to you. I'm afraid... Meng Hongwen handled it decisively."
Yan Baiqing stood up, picked up his coat and walked out the door.
Lao Qian hurriedly caught up, "The group will hold a shareholders' meeting tomorrow morning, you can't be absent. After the meeting, you can go to Zhong'an Mansion in the name of taking Mr. Yan home to ask for him. It will be better than giving people an excuse to talk."
"I'll leave first, you attend on my behalf and continue to monitor Meng Hongwen's movements. If--" Yan Baiqing suddenly stopped.
The profile of his face was strong and sharp. He took in a large amount of cold air in his chest and held it in, choking his throat and causing it to contract sharply.
"If you can't control it, contact Zheng Yuan, investigate the banks, and suppress Meng Hongwen."
"Mr. Yan!" Old Qian was shocked, but Yan Baiqing did not give him a chance to refute, leaving behind his back that gradually melted into the night.
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Chen Qing went to the bathroom and vomited three times without drinking a drop of water.
Since she came to this house, she forced herself to be extremely alert and wait for Yan Weilan or Meng Hongwen to appear.
Unlike the previous place she stayed, this house was decorated with great care. Although the furniture was old-fashioned, it was very valuable and did not seem like a temporary residence. Therefore, she was certain that this might be a safe hiding place for Meng Hongwen, or perhaps... she would not walk out alive.
Chen Qing rinsed his mouth, his face pale as he leaned against the door frame.
"It was the same when I was pregnant with Bai Qing."
Her back stiffened and she slowly raised her head.
Yan Weilan leaned against the stairs, the traces of vitality and beauty lost on her face were quite obvious. Even with proper maintenance, she could not withstand the torture of illness.
"He likes to torment me." Yan Weilan stroked her belly, the emotion in her eyes hard to describe. "I couldn't sleep well every night, and my back pain kept me bedridden for several months."
Chen Qing wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm not as lucky as you. I had to escape after staying in bed for only a short while, and I almost got into a car accident."
Yan Weilan didn't expect her to be so straightforward and was amused. "Don't run away, sit down."
The nanny stuffed two soft pillows behind Chen Qing's waist and brought a bowl of bird's nest. "Drink it and you'll sleep more comfortably. Madam sent it specially this afternoon."
Yan Weilan sat down opposite her and adjusted her shawl carelessly. "Drink."
The echo of these two words echoed in the empty living room.
Yan Weilan was terminally ill and was almost holding on to his last breath. His voice was hoarse and hollow, like a whisper from hell.
Chen Qing's heart skipped a beat for some unknown reason.
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