Chapter 170 Your Qu family still doesn't intend to let me go?
Assistant Xu deliberately tried to blend into the surroundings. He went into the small supermarket and tried to get close to the people, but when he came out, he had come out empty-handed.
He said, "Mr. Jin, Madam, this matter doesn't seem so easy to find out. The supermarket owner said he's never seen her before."
A hint of disappointment flashed across Jiang Xingyao's face. The supermarket was located at the entrance of the urban village, a place where all sorts of people came and went. The supermarket owner didn't even have a memory of this woman, and it probably wouldn't be easy to ask around.
She asked Jin Qingyu, "Why don't you arrange for someone to secretly keep watch here? She'll eventually come out, right?"
Jin Qingyu said, "There's no need for that."
Before Jiang Xingyao could understand what he meant, she saw him swagger towards a group of middle-aged men playing mahjong at the intersection.
Jiang Xingyao watched from afar as he handed cigarettes to each person. Before long, he squatted down in front of their card table, looking relaxed and lazy.
Despite wearing an expensive and sophisticated suit, the cuffs reflecting the cold gleam of money in the sunlight, he somehow managed to blend in perfectly with those shirtless middle-aged men.
It was only then that Jiang Xingyao suddenly remembered that before Jin Qingyu returned to the Jin family, his economic conditions were not considered good.
Seeing this, Assistant Xu, wearing baggy shorts, looked at himself with a frustrated expression, then at Jin Qingyu, who had clearly blended into the crowd, looking as if he had suffered a great blow.
Jin Qingyu returned in about ten minutes. Jiang Xingyao asked anxiously, "How did it go? Did you find out the result?"
This time, Jin Qingyu finally saw other emotions in her usually cold eyes.
Jin Qingyu nodded and asked his assistant, Xu, to bring out the wheelchair: "Let's go."
"Mr. Jin, are you feeling unwell? Should we contact a doctor to take a look?" Assistant Xu asked with some concern when he suddenly asked for a wheelchair again.
Jiang Xingyao pursed her lips, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes. Her gaze inadvertently fell on Jin Qingyu's profile, which was much thinner than she remembered. Her voice was stiff: "If you are not feeling well, you can go back first. Tell me where it is, and I will go and ask myself."
When Jiang Xingyao spoke, Jin Qingyu's eyes were filled with expectation, but in the end, when he heard that what she said was not words of concern, he felt empty again.
He said curtly, "You're not dead yet, let's go."
Jiang Xingyao hesitated for a moment, then walked behind him and took Xu's place, pushing his wheelchair for him.
Assistant Xu was two steps behind them, and just to be on the safe side, he sent another location to Jin Qingyu's attending physician.
The group walked through one intricate alley after another. The air was filled with the smell of rotting vegetables and fruits, mixed with the aroma of food wafting from some unknown window, creating a pungent and unpleasant odor.
Every now and then, stray cats would dart over, leaping directly into the nearby trash can and churning out a foul stench.
Jiang Xingyao frowned almost imperceptibly, but Jin Qingyu still noticed the slight movement. He said, "Xu Wei, take Yaoyao out."
He forgot that this was a place the young lady had probably never set foot in her entire life.
It's understandable that you're not used to it.
“No need, I’ll go with you. How much longer until we get there?” Jiang Xingyao asked.
She spoke in a businesslike tone, but where Jin Qingyu couldn't see, a wary glint flashed in her eyes.
She still didn't trust Jin Qingyu, and even though they had formed an alliance, she dared not let her guard down.
After all, Jin Qingyu is not without precedent for going back on his word, and their alliance is not actually that solid.
Seeing that Jiang Xingyao was determined, Jin Qingyu did not try to persuade her any further, and pointed in a direction: "That's it."
It was a dilapidated little building, with a dense network of electrical wires tangled in the air between several buildings, twisted into a thick, large rope.
At first glance, it gives people a feeling of oppression.
And there are definitely security issues involved.
At the stairwell, the unit door was rusty, the corridor was dark and cramped, and even the motion-activated lights were broken.
Jiang Xingyao had only ever seen such an environment on television. Her long-buried memories were awakened, and she vaguely remembered how glamorous Hu Darong's wife looked when she attended the company's annual meeting.
While she was still lost in thought, Jin Qingyu had already knocked on the door on the first floor. About two minutes later, a woman's wary voice came from inside: "Who is it?"
Jin Qingyu said, "Doctor, let me tell you about your son's condition."
With a creak, the old door opened, and the woman Jiang Xingyao had seen at Nanhua Temple earlier that day stood there, her face filled with anxiety: "Doctor, why did you come so suddenly? What happened to my son? Has something happened to him?"
Jin Qingyu lifted his eyelids, and Assistant Xu quickly said, "Madam, let's go inside and talk first."
The woman then stepped aside slightly to let them into the house, and urged again, "Doctor, what's wrong with my son? Has his condition worsened?"
Her hair was disheveled, and her face bore the marks of time. If it weren't for the similarity in her features and her somewhat outstanding temperament, Jiang Xingyao probably wouldn't have been able to connect her with the former Mrs. Hu.
Before Jin Qingyu could speak, the woman, who had been staring at them, suddenly seemed to realize something. She said, "Wait, I've never seen you before. You're not doctors. What are you doing here?"
She became somewhat wary and fumbled for the phone on the table, seemingly intending to call the police.
Jin Qingyu said, "You're right, I'm not a doctor, but I know your son's condition very well. Are you sure you want to call the police?"
His fingers tapped lightly on the handle of the wheelchair, his casual gaze falling on the woman's face, seemingly carrying a silent threat.
The woman finally loosened her grip on the phone. Her eyes flickered, but she forced herself to remain calm: "What do you want?"
I have nothing left, and you can't get anything from me either, I…”
“We don’t want your things, we just want to know about an old story,” Jiang Xingyao said.
Only after she spoke did the woman's gaze fall on her face. She frowned and stared intently at Jiang Xingyao, her expression somewhat dazed.
Jiang Xingyao cut to the chase: "Mrs. Hu, do you remember me?"
"What Mrs. Hu? There's no Mrs. Hu here!" The woman's first reaction was to ask, her face numb, as if she had denied being called that countless times in private.
Ignoring her agitation, Jiang Xingyao repeated, "You really don't remember me? You even spoke to me at the Qu family's annual meeting before."
As soon as the words "Qu family" were uttered, she could clearly see a flash of panic on the other person's face. It was obvious that they had indeed found the right place this time.
"Young Miss, are you the Young Miss?"
What are you doing here? Are you here to question me about what happened before?
Yes, it was our fault. We were greedy and took company property.
But we've already suffered the consequences. Da Rong is dead, and my only son has gone mad. Can't we just let this matter drop?
"How long do you Qu family members intend to torment us?" The woman pulled at her hair, suddenly becoming somewhat hysterical.
She stared at Jiang Xingyao, her expression somewhat ferocious.
Jin Qingyu reached out and pulled Jiang Xingyao behind him. He keenly grasped the key point in the woman's words: "What do you mean by saying that the Qu family has been tormenting you all these years?"
The Qu family had long since fallen into Jiang Yuncheng's hands, and the original shareholders of the Qu family had all left or scattered. Jiang Yuncheng might not know anything about Hu Darong's affairs.
Even if he knew it, such old stories wouldn't stir any emotion in him, and he probably wouldn't send anyone to find Mrs. Hu.
Mrs. Hu was on the verge of a breakdown, and her voice became even sharper: "You all know what's going on. You've already driven my son and me to the brink of despair. What more do you want? Do you want us to die?"
"He only took a prescription, and Da Rong has already paid with his life for it. Isn't that enough?"
She was too emotional to ask any questions. Jiang Xingyao patiently coaxed her for about ten minutes, telling her a lot about the Jiang family. Only then did Mrs. Hu finally begin to believe that the person who harmed her was not from the Qu family.
Fortunately, she had calmed down and asked, "You said you weren't here to torment us. So many years have passed, what could Miss possibly do to us now?"
Jiang Xingyao glanced at Jin Qingyu. This Mrs. Hu's emotions were too volatile, and she was a little unsure whether to speak directly, worried that she might upset him again.
Jin Qingyu clearly had no such concerns: "Mrs. Hu, please tell us, where did your husband go after he stole the Qu family's prescription, and to whom did he sell the prescription?"
"How could I possibly know? How could they possibly tell me about their business dealings? He's dead now. Even if he made some mistakes before, shouldn't those be forgiven?" Mrs. Hu asked tentatively.
Jin Qingyu's expression, which had been relatively calm, darkened immediately upon hearing Mrs. Hu's words "cancel out": "Cancel out? He deserved to die; he brought it on himself."
But what about those who were indirectly killed because of him? How innocent they were!
Mrs. Hu was stunned by his cold voice. She looked at Jin Qingyu's face, her expression slightly pale: "You...you...I don't understand what you're saying."
"Da Rong is a coward. That prescription was the most outrageous thing he'd ever done. How could he possibly harm anyone?"
Jin Qingyu sneered: "Still pretending, Mrs. Hu, are you sure you want to keep this a secret? Aren't you afraid something might happen to your son?"
Mrs. Hu's fear was immediately apparent on her face; her eyes flickered, and her emotions were gloomy and uncertain.
Since these people could call themselves doctors when they arrived, they must have already investigated the hospital where her son was.
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