Chapter 219 Do you know who Wen Fengmian is? [1st Update]
She rarely smiled; she always had that cold and aloof expression.
After that smile, it was as if a gentle east wind had swept across the water, causing the clear water to ripple.
The girls standing nearby were stunned.
Even though Zhong Zhiwan and Ying Yuexuan are both revered as goddesses by Qingzhi's students, they pale in comparison to the girl in front of them.
But to the boy, that smile was a death knell.
Ying Zijin's casual and understated words sounded incredible.
But he inexplicably believed that if he dared to hide it, she really would!
In an instant, the panic the boy had been suppressing burst forth like a torrent, and he broke down completely: "I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"
He was so anxious that tears welled up in his eyes: "I didn't mean to. I just helped them arrange for your brother to go out. As for what happened afterward, I really don't know."
"When I left, they were still in the KTV room at King Club, room 607! That's the room number. Please, let me go, I really don't know anything."
"Bang!"
Ying Zijing loosened her grip.
The boy fell to the ground, panting heavily, his expression terrified.
He simply couldn't understand why Ying Zijin would approach him directly.
He asked another student to deliver the message to Wen Tinglan, saying he had never actually visited their home.
Ying Zijing took out a tissue to wipe her hands and said in a calm voice, "You'd better be glad that he'll be alright."
"No, that can't be." The boy finally caught his breath, but then fear gripped him again. "It's just drinking and singing, what could possibly happen?"
But even he himself didn't sound very confident when he said that.
Ying Zijing didn't look at him again; she turned away.
The students around her instinctively made way for her.
It was at this time that Ying Yuexuan returned with her teacher.
Ms. Xu is not here today; Ms. Deng is on duty.
Since Ying Zijing transferred to Class 19, Teacher Deng has asked her to translate some English documents a few times, and they have become quite familiar with each other.
Seeing her expression, Teacher Deng was taken aback: "Zijin, what's wrong?"
"It's a long story." Ying Zijin nodded. "Teacher Deng, I'm going to find my brother now. I'll come back when I find him."
Teacher Deng knew that her younger brother was Wen Tinglan, someone that even the Imperial University of Beijing wanted to protect, so she urged her, "You should go quickly."
"Hey, wait a minute!" Ying Yuexuan quickly said, "Little sister, wait a moment, I have something to tell you, you—"
The girl suddenly turned her head.
Her phoenix eyes flickered with a faint light, as cold as snow.
"I won't come looking for you, and you shouldn't bother me either." Her eyes were indifferent. "There are some things you know perfectly well."
"Don't worry, I won't take any of what you're asking for."
Before Ying Yuexuan could finish speaking, Ying Zijing had already left the classroom.
"Everyone, continue with your papers." Teacher Deng pushed up her glasses and didn't say anything. "Class monitor, and you, come out here for a moment."
The students returned to their seats.
The boy stood up shakily and followed the class monitor out.
The girl sitting next to Ying Yuexuan tugged at her sleeve and whispered, "Yuexuan, what did she mean by that? I didn't understand."
"It's nothing." Ying Yuexuan suppressed her doubts and said slowly, "There might be some misunderstanding."
**
Fifteen minutes later.
King Club.
As soon as Ying Zijing arrived at this largest club in Shanghai, someone called out to her, "Miss Ying!"
She turned her head and saw four young men in plain clothes waiting outside.
These are the four members of Team One.
No matter how skilled a bodyguard is, he can't compare to the members of the First Team.
Nie Yiyi gave her a small team, which consisted of twelve people.
Six people were assigned to protect Wen Tinglan and Wen Fengmian, while another six were responsible for other tasks.
Because it wasn't official business, they weren't wearing uniforms.
“Miss Ying, Young Master Tinglan is upstairs, and there are two other brothers outside the door,” one of the young men said. “We’re watching over you, don’t worry, no one will touch him.”
Ying Zijing closed her eyes slightly, then slowly opened them two seconds later: "No, he's gone."
All four team members were taken aback.
Before they could react, the girl had already gone inside.
They didn't have time to ask any questions and quickly followed after them.
The elevator went straight to the sixth floor, and the group arrived at room 607, where they met up with the other two members of Team One.
"Miss Ying." The two young men, who were half-squatting by the wall, quickly stood up when they saw the girl. "The party inside isn't over yet."
"Wait a moment." Ying Zijing placed her hand on the door, about to go in.
Seeing that things were not going well, several waiters immediately stepped forward to stop her: "Miss, this is a private room, you are not authorized to go in."
They added a warning: "If you force your way in, we will call the police."
Ying Zijing didn't move, but gripped the doorknob.
With a "crack," the electronic lock was shattered by the internal force.
She lifted her foot and kicked the door open.
Inside the private room, several young men were drinking and singing loudly, each with their female companions in their arms.
They were all displeased at being interrupted so abruptly.
But when they looked up, the eyes of the young men were wide open.
"Hey." One of the young men stood up, swayed over, and raised his hand to touch the girl's face. "When did King Club start having such nice... Ah—!"
With a bloodcurdling scream, his outstretched hand was snapped off.
The young man following behind him took out an ID card and said in a cold voice, "Get out of the way, this is the One Team."
The young men sobered up instantly, breaking out in a cold sweat.
They came from a small to medium-sized family in Shanghai, far inferior to the four major wealthy families, so of course they couldn't have heard of the Yizi Team.
But at least they recognized one of the stamps on the document.
Directly under the jurisdiction of the capital!
Before the young men could react to the shock, the girl stepped forward and, as if she knew something, pressed down on a protruding part of the sofa.
With a creak, the wall behind them moved aside, revealing a passageway.
The six members of Team One were all shocked and finally realized that something really serious had happened.
Ignoring the shock of the young men, Ying Zijing asked, "Who was that girl who left from here?"
"Yes...yes, it's Miss Fang, Fang Ruotong." A young master's throat bobbed as he struggled to speak, "We...we were just given orders, we know nothing else."
The question is, how did this girl know?!
“They’ve been gone for four hours,” Ying Zijin said calmly. “You arrived at one o’clock in the afternoon. It seems they left as soon as Xiao Lan came in.”
She bent down slightly and pointed to the passage: "Going through here won't lead to the back door, nor will it."
The six members of the "One" team immediately understood.
They held firm at the front and back doors of King Club, as well as the doors to the private rooms, but when the other party made their move, they completely avoided these three places.
Would an ordinary clubhouse have such a facility?
This is absolutely not allowed.
"We're sorry, Miss Ying." All six team members were ashamed. "We are willing to accept the punishment, and we will report this matter to headquarters immediately."
“It’s not your fault. You’ve only been in Shanghai for a short time and didn’t know there was such a mystery involved.” Ying Zijin turned around. “Use a helicopter and head to Ningchuan immediately.”
**
Ningchuan.
Fang family.
Ningchuan is a city located between Shanghai and Beijing. Although it is not an international metropolis, it is still a first-tier city.
The Fang family is the most prominent family in Ningchuan.
In terms of overall strength, they are no less than the Zhong and Ying families.
“Ms. Yuan, my wife and I are very grateful to you.” Fang Zhicheng poured a cup of tea. “If it weren’t for your help, we wouldn’t have been able to bring the person over so quickly.”
Madam Zhong's surname was Yuan.
"Master Fang, you're too kind." Madam Zhong took a sip of tea and smiled slightly. "It's my honor to be able to help you."
Upon hearing this, Fang Zhicheng laughed and said, "I heard that Ms. Yuan has already left the Zhong family. If you ask me, the Zhong family really has no vision. Why don't we let Ms. Yuan stay at the Fang family's place from now on?"
Ruthless and decisive.
Their Fang family needs someone like that.
"No need for that," Madam Zhong said reservedly, not accepting the offer. "We agreed that I would help you arrange the meeting, and you would help me deal with the Zhong family."
She truly never expected that Zhong Haiyan could be so heartless, disregarding their twenty years of marriage and insisting on divorcing her.
Because she was the one at fault, she left with nothing.
Her maternal family wasn't a prominent one; she was used to a life of luxury and couldn't adapt to a different lifestyle.
"Of course, of course." Fang Zhicheng smiled like an old fox. "However, I wonder if Ms. Yuan knows who Wen Fengmian is?"
(End of this chapter)
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