Chapter 89: Unforgettable
Chen Qing's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but look up.
Emotional entanglements are common in wealthy and powerful families, with secrets and scandals exposed every now and then. The harmonious relationship between the Jiang couple is envied by everyone in the circle, but are they also not immune to this worldly custom?
Mrs. Jiang's pale face flushed with anger. "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Jiang Jingyan crossed his legs and swung his toes nonchalantly, "You should understand what I mean."
"Your father has had an honest life for most of his life. What nonsense are you talking about?" Mrs. Jiang brushed aside the nanny and stormed upstairs. "He's been busy with official duties for decades, throwing himself into his job and devoting himself to it. Unlike you, who are letting your emotions get the better of you!"
"If my father doesn't value feelings, how did you manage to control him? Does he owe you something?"
Mrs. Jiang turned around abruptly, her tone full of warning, "Your rash speculation will lead to great disaster."
Jiang Jingyan raised his eyelids and said lazily, "I am reminding you that since the grudges of the previous generation must be kept hidden, don't let outsiders reveal them."
Mrs. Jiang looked at him for a while, and the warmth in her eyes disappeared completely.
After a long time, she turned away.
Chen Qing wiped the sweat from his palms and muttered softly, "Saying those things to Mrs. Jiang is a great act of treason."
"Have I not done enough treasonous things?"
She paused and didn't respond.
Jiang Jingyan lowered his eyes, smiled faintly, and stroked her back. "Mrs. Luo has been living in the city for a while. Director Zhang didn't see you last time, so she will make arrangements. I'll be back after the summer vacation."
"Can you come back?"
"rest assured."
She said nothing, feeling a pang of bitterness in her heart.
I'm not afraid of falling from a high position; I'm afraid of being pushed down by everyone. When Chen's father ran into trouble with a company project, even though she was young, she remembered the reactions and attitudes of those around him. Whether they were close friends or even distant relatives, they all came out to criticize him. Based on the single charge of corruption, any unfounded rumors were ignored, and each one was nailed to the pillar of shame.
Jiang Jingyan rubbed the back of her neck, "Are you scared?"
"I'm afraid you'll go bankrupt."
"That's possible." The man's tone was three-tenths sincere and seven-tenths teasing. "The little treasury that Miss Chen has saved for so many years can finally be put to use."
Chen Qing pulled out his phone and checked the balance. "With the scholarship, I'll take on a few more commercial performances this summer, and I'll have an internship in the second half of my junior year. The internship salary isn't much, but if I take on a part-time job later, it'll be enough for me to live on. I didn't use the card you gave me before, nor the money Lian Zhuo transferred to me. They're all in the account managed by Mrs. Luo, for you to use in an emergency."
Jiang Jingyan's eyes were covered with smile wrinkles.
She thought carefully and said, "That small-leaf red sandalwood erhu... ask Mrs. Luo to help find a buyer. It should sell for around six figures, and the money will be yours."
Jiang Jingyan's smile faded a little, "What will you use it for if I sell it?"
"Change to a normal one."
"You're selling this thing I gave you just like that?" He stopped smiling. "You're so generous! It seems I'm going to have to ask a master to fix it. I thought you wouldn't want to part with it."
Chen Qing lowered his head. "Something happened. Keeping people safe is the most important thing. There's no need to force them to keep their belongings."
Jiang Jingyan's chest felt tight, and he hugged her and teased, "You're so annoying? You believe everything I say."
Her thoughts were simple and naive, but they came from the heart. Chen Qing had suffered, having seen her harmonious and warm family crumble into ruin. If disaster truly struck, "keeping others safe" was the only belief she had left after her parents' death.
As long as people are alive, there is hope for everything.
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Yan Baiqing returned to the Yan family in the middle of the night.
Yan Weilan leaned against the second-floor stairs, shaking her wine glass. "This time it was done very smoothly."
He took off his coat and gave it to the nanny, "Mother, aren't you going to sleep yet?"
"I'm happy." Yan Weilan's fingertips brushed across her lower lip, wiping away the wine stain. "Jiang Zhongyi is leaving with the research team, and it looks like Jiang Jingyan will be kicked out of Huasheng too. I'm so excited I can't sleep."
Yan Baiqing went upstairs and grabbed the wine glass. "The doctor asked me to stop drinking. For the sake of my health, please drink less."
Her eyes were a little drunken and a little crazy. "Don't worry, I will live a few more years. When the Yan family shifts its focus back from the Greater Bay Area and becomes your backer, and with Elder Meng's help in your career, the Jiang family will be completely inferior to the Yan family. Then I will be free."
"Is my mother planning for me or for herself?"
Yan Weilan narrowed her eyes, "For you, and for me."
Yan Baiqing walked towards the bedroom and said, "I rely on myself, not you or Mr. Meng."
"You've done so much for him, he should give you some benefits."
"Do you know why Mr. Meng chose me and not Jingyan?" He held the door handle without turning back, his tone level. "Because Jingyan grew up in the sun and has deep roots. He can't shake him in the slightest. The more a person lacks something, the more they respect it. Mr. Meng treats him as a living person, not a chess piece."
Yan Weilan chuckled, "Wrong. He chose you because Jiang Jingyan will suffer a loss sooner or later. In today's society, being too upright doesn't end well. Only by being flexible and good at taking shortcuts can you maintain a lasting and stable position. Even if you are a chess piece, you can be a chess piece that shakes the world."
Yan Baiqing paused for two or three seconds and pushed the door open.
The next afternoon, Meng Hongwen asked him to meet at a teahouse.
"Jing Yan agreed to go to another province. In my opinion, once the storm has died down, the higher-ups will call him back sooner or later. We can use this opportunity to use Chen Qing to lure out those people from Qingyou Fuyuan, so that he won't get involved and get into trouble again."
Yan Baiqing knocked on the table. "Protect Jingyan and keep him away from trouble. This is worthy of the saying 'Teacher's kindness is as deep as the sea.'"
Meng Hongwen tapped his pipe and laughed, "Don't be jealous. I've always treated you two equally. If I really want to argue, I'll give you more preference."
He didn't respond, but took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.
"Did Ji Mingyin vomit anything?"
"I'm vomiting." Yan Baiqing raised his head and slowly exhaled the smoke, "According to the plan."
Meng Hongwen gave a few instructions, then in the evening, he received a phone call and left.
Yan Baiqing drove back to his private residence and subconsciously turned into another road.
As the setting sun spread, he stopped under a tree.
Chen Qing was wearing a bright yellow dress, which made her look pretty and charming.
She seemed to be going out, standing at the gate of the community, following her phone in circles, trying to identify the direction on the map.
Suddenly, a black car blocked his view.
Yan Baiqing frowned and was about to move when the car sped away.
Chen Qing disappeared.
He immediately caught up with her, took out his phone and called, "Check a license plate number."
When the other party heard the string of numbers, "It's the Mu family."
Yan Baiqing's heart sank with anger, and he stepped on the accelerator, "Boss Mu?"
"Not sure, do I need to notify the traffic control bureau?"
"No need for now, just ask quietly."
The car ahead noticed something and took several dangerous turns.
Chen Qing was still in the car, and Yan Baiqing didn't dare to push him too far, so he deliberately kept a distance and notified someone to stop him.
After the arrangement was completed, he leaned against the seat, his shirt soaked with sweat.
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