Chapter 107 I Can Only Help Mrs. Jin Clean Up Personally
Jiang Xingyao didn't understand who Xinxin was that Zhou Keyuan was talking about. In response to Zhou Keyuan's question, she said a couple of things along with what he said, and then asked casually, "Uncle, do you remember Xinxin's full name?"
Zhou Keyuan raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Xingyao's face, as if he were lost in a long memory.
In the silence, Zhou Huaiyan also seemed a little nervous.
Zhou Keyuan remained silent for a long time. Just when both of them thought they would not receive an answer again, Zhou Keyuan suddenly uttered a syllable.
The sound was too soft, and neither of them could hear it clearly.
Jiang Xingyao asked a few more questions, but Zhou Keyuan only said "Xin Xin" in the end.
She sat with Zhou Keyuan for another half hour, but in the end, Zhou Keyuan couldn't remember anything and instead fell into a deep sleep.
After leaving Zhou Keyuan's room, Zhou Huaiyan looked somewhat disappointed. He thought for a moment, then took out a photo from his wallet and handed it to Jiang Xingyao, still with a glimmer of hope on his face: "Miss Jiang, take a look at this photo. Does it look familiar?"
Although the possibility of this was extremely small, Zhou Huaiyan himself found it absurd.
But this was the only time in all these years that his uncle had reacted so violently.
Even if the possibility is extremely slim, he doesn't want to give up on this line of investigation.
The photo is a bit yellowed, and even the corners are badly damaged.
It was a solo photo of a woman. She was very young, looking no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. She was wearing a white dress and had an exquisite hair accessory on her head. The wind was blowing her long hair, which covered half of her face.
The half of his face that was exposed...
Jiang Xingyao was stunned for a moment.
Although the other person's facial features were not clear, Jiang Xingyao seemed to see the shadow of Qu Xinting in the photo.
Xinxin, Xinxin…
It can't be that much of a coincidence.
Jiang Xingyao was a little confused.
She then recalled that Zhou Huaiyan had mentioned in the car that Zhou Keyuan had once been from the capital.
"Miss Jiang, you look a little pale. Is something on your mind?" Zhou Huaiyan asked.
Jiang Xingyao shook her head sharply and carefully handed the photo to Zhou Huaiyan: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou, this photo is too blurry, I can't see it clearly."
Despite this, Jiang Xingyao's mind was in turmoil.
Just then, Zhou Huaiyan's assistant came over: "Mr. Zhou, we have the surveillance footage from the old man's room. Judging from his lip movements just now, it seems like he said the word 'qu'."
"Qu? Qu Xinxin?" Zhou Huaiyan repeated, then nodded. "From now on, have people investigate all women who are the right age and whose names contain these two characters. Focus on the cities that Uncle has been to. Make sure to investigate thoroughly."
This was the only clue he had found in all these years, and he couldn't let it slip by, no matter how small.
After instructing his assistant, Zhou Huaiyan turned to Jiang Xingyao and said, "Miss Jiang, thank you for your help today. I'll have someone take you home."
Jiang Xingyao nodded, but hesitated for a moment before leaving. She called out to Zhou Huaiyan, "Mr. Zhou, could I take a picture of that photo? I'll think about it some more when I get back."
It's all too coincidental.
The information they received was nothing more than a few vague words from Zhou Keyuan, so how could they be sure that Qu was not Qu and Xinxin was not Xinxin?
Jiang Xingyao always felt that Zhou Keyuan's attitude towards her, as well as the sense of familiarity she felt from that photo, reminded her of Qu Xinting.
But Qu Xinting's current state...
Jiang Xingyao's expression was rather unpleasant.
Since it was something that couldn't be confirmed, she couldn't tell Zhou Huaiyan directly. She could only go back and confirm it properly first.
If it really is Qu Xinting, Jiang Xingyao feels that perhaps it's not a good thing that the Zhou family has found her.
Zhou Huaiyan immediately instructed his assistant to bring over another brand-new photo: "Back then, I had this photo developed many times to help my uncle find someone. Miss Jiang, please take this one back. If you find any clues, please let me know."
Jiang Xingyao agreed, and Zhou Huaiyan added, "Uncle is getting old and his health is deteriorating. I'm only looking for him to fulfill his only wish. Don't worry, Miss Jiang, if we do find him in the end, and he doesn't want to come to Hong Kong to see Uncle one last time, I won't force him."
The last part was entirely intended to comfort Jiang Xingyao.
Although Zhou Huaiyan didn't ask Jiang Xingyao any more questions, his eyes clearly showed suspicion towards her.
After Jiang Xingyao left, he immediately instructed his assistant: "Go and investigate this Miss Jiang's family situation."
Jiang Xingyao has moved out of Shen Mingsu's house these past few days. She found a small studio apartment in an ordinary residential building. It's only 50 square meters, with one bedroom and one living room, which is more than enough for her to live in by herself.
It's also close to a commercial area, so it's very popular and convenient.
She asked the Zhou family's driver to take her to the entrance of the residential compound, where she bought some fruit at the supermarket before entering the compound herself.
As soon as she stepped off the elevator, Jiang Xingyao, caught off guard, saw Jin Qingyu standing at her door.
"I've booked a flight for tomorrow." Jiang Xingyao gently lifted her eyelids, glancing at the large bouquet of bright red roses in Jin Qingyu's hand, her voice indifferent.
Jin Qingyu already knew Jiang Xingyao's intentions from the old man. She was eager to go back to the capital tomorrow to divorce him.
His expression stiffened for a moment, then Jin Qingyu changed the subject: "No rush. I came here to help you relax. You wanted to come to Hong Kong to unwind before, and you even did some research. This time..."
As he spoke, he walked step by step toward Jiang Xingyao, reaching out to take the things she was carrying. Suddenly, he frowned, and his tone abruptly changed: "Who were you with just now?"
The lights in the corridor weren't very bright, and the light shining on the woman's face didn't soften her cold expression at all. She still had that arrogant and aloof look, with an indifference that kept people at arm's length. Yet, Jin Qingyu could smell a hint of cologne on her.
That was a classic men's cologne scent, and it was very strong. Jiang Xingyao must have spent a long time with that man to have picked up such a strong scent.
On the way here, Jin Qingyu was determined that he was here to coax Yao Yao home, and he didn't care no matter how hurtful Yao Yao's words were.
But the scent of the cologne was so pervasive, stimulating every nerve in his body, causing all the mental preparation he had built up along the way to crumble.
Jin Qingyu gripped Jiang Xingyao's wrist and asked, "Where did you go all day? Were you with that person the whole time? Or have you been with him for the past two weeks?"
The questions came one after another, his eyes filled with dark clouds, as if he wanted to devour Jiang Xingyao completely.
"What does this have to do with you? Grandpa already told you about our divorce, didn't he? Tomorrow..."
Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Xingyao was slammed against the wall by his brute force, the plastic bag in her hand tore open, and the apples scattered all over the floor.
Jin Qingyu squeezed Jiang Xingyao's hand, pried her fingers apart one by one, took the keys from her hand, and tossed them to Assistant Xu beside him: "Open the door!"
"Mr. Jin..."
Assistant Xu hesitated for a moment, trying to remind Jin Qingyu of the purpose of his visit to Hong Kong, but Jin Qingyu interrupted him directly: "I told you to open the door."
Seeing the man clearly enraged, Assistant Xu sighed slightly and opened the door. With a creak, Jin Qingyu pulled Jiang Xingyao into the room and led her to the bathroom before letting go.
The frosted glass door closed, and in the cramped space, Jiang Xingyao glared at Jin Qingyu: "Get out."
Jin Qingyu didn't say anything. He turned on the shower without adjusting the temperature, and poured cold water directly onto Jiang Xingyao's head.
Water streamed down Jiang Xingyao's hair and onto her face, the continuous droplets making it impossible for her to open her eyes.
Even my vision is a little blurry.
Her hands were gripped by Jin Qingyu and pressed above her head, her body pressed against the cold bathroom wall.
The rushing water and the icy feeling seemed to pull Jiang Xingyao back to that cold swimming pool night once again.
Jiang Xingyao's lips were pale, and they trembled uncontrollably as she struggled to break free from Jin Qingyu's grasp.
It's useless.
She couldn't break free, just like in the swimming pool that night, she couldn't struggle to get out.
A strong feeling of suffocation overwhelmed her.
Jiang Xingyao felt herself sinking into despair again. She tried to speak, but as soon as she opened her lips, cold water kept pouring into her throat.
Tears fell without anyone noticing, mingling with the water droplets on her face.
Jiang Xingyao coughed incessantly from the choking, but in this position, it was difficult for her to even bend over.
She didn't know how much time had passed, and Jiang Xingyao's consciousness was becoming hazy. In her dazed state, the large hand that was gripping her wrist finally loosened its grip.
Exhausted, Jiang Xingyao collapsed onto the floor in a disheveled state. Her body temperature almost blended into the cold bathroom floor, and she could no longer feel the chill.
Jin Qingyu looked down at her. The woman's hair was messy and fell down, covering half of her face. He couldn't see her expression, but he could see that her shoulders were still trembling.
He sighed softly, his voice tinged with helplessness: "Yaoyao, don't blame me. It's your own fault for always forgetting who Mrs. Jin is and showing up in front of me with the stench of other men. I have no choice but to clean you up myself."
He bent down, his movements much gentler, wanting to pick Jiang Xingyao up from the ground. Jiang Xingyao could smell the faint ebony scent emanating from him as he approached her.
A surge of intense disgust welled up within her, and Jiang Xingyao abruptly slapped his hand away: "Get out! Jin Qingyu! Get out of here!"
It's disgusting. He's the one who's dirty. He was with Jiang Cancan just yesterday, or even before he came to Hong Kong. How can he have the nerve to blame it all on her?
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