Obsessive Tycoon and His Swan Girl

Chapter 20: Chapter 20 Sorry… for letting you die so disgracefully Chapter 20: Chapter 20 Sorry… for letting you die so disgracefully JZ: Don’t mess with the Night Alliance.

Yang Feiliu Can’t Fly: Okk, I was actually just going to pick up some good wine to drink, accidentally picked up a tiny bit too much, it’s not a big problem.

Jiang Zhe looked at the photos she sent over. Although the goods were valuable, they were not particularly rare, so he didn’t say much more and let her be.

Downstairs, Fen Ye was speaking to Qin Jingchen in a low voice, “Jingchen, our goods have been targeted, we’ve lost several hundred million. There’s a traitor inside. The person has been urgently brought over.”

“Let’s see him.” The sound of Qin Jingchen’s Buddha Beads didn’t stop, maintaining a regular rhythm.

Fen Ye could tell that his emotional fluctuations weren’t as great as the second Jiang Zhe appeared.

The Lincoln quickly drove out and stopped in a dimly lit underground parking lot.

Qin Jingchen got out of the car.

A struggling person was being restrained by several people, being held down forcefully.

“I’m sorry, Qin Ye…” The person lowered his head.

Fen Ye rushed over, kicking him in the chest: “I really didn’t expect it, the traitor was right beside us.”

“I’m sorry.” As if that person could only say I’m sorry.

“What’s the use of being sorry? Can you compensate for the loss?”

“I’m sorry, I will work like an ox or horse to repay.”

Fen Ye sneered, “You dare to work like an ox or horse, but we don’t dare to use an ox or horse like you. Besides, how will you compensate for the injured brothers? Don’t tell me that the other side offered too much, and you couldn’t refuse.”

Qin Jingchen stood aside, his Buddha Beads calmly and rhythmically sounding, without any hesitation.

The person’s face turned pale, Fen Ye’s punches and kicks were not much, but just the symbolic presence of Qin Jingchen made his heart feel oppressively painful, he didn’t dare to say sorry anymore.

“Finish it.” Qin Jingchen said with his eyes down, not even lifting his eyelids.

A wave of despair spread through the person; he was all too clear about what those four words meant.

But under the pressure of Qin Jingchen’s aura, his throat couldn’t make a sound.

Fen Ye lit a cigarette and made a gesture.

Everything proceeded without a sound.

Qin Jingchen’s eyes remained downcast, the light flickering in the dark, the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye appearing and disappearing.

All of a sudden, the restrained person broke free from his captors and charged at Fen Ye with unimaginable speed.

Fen Ye was slightly stunned, clearly not expecting this unforeseen turn of events.

Qin Jingchen raised his hand, a cold glint faintly visible on his dagger that now bore traces of blood.

His expression unchanged, the harsh aura flashed momentarily before returning to calmness like water, as if nothing had happened.

Fen Ye knew he detested the smell of blood and took the dagger from his hand, whispering, “I’ll handle it.”

Qin Jingchen let go, bent down to crouch, his brows finally knitting slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with the corpse before him.

He took out a clean handkerchief and wiped away the blood from the person’s lips, his tone slightly regretful, “Sorry… I made you die too disgracefully.”

The subordinate who hadn’t restrained the person was enveloped by Qin Jingchen’s presence, his breathing even halted.

A moment later, the Lincoln returned to where it had been parked.

Qin Jingchen continued to calmly fiddle with his Buddha Beads, as if nothing had changed.

…

La Xiu opened the door, escorting Xiao Meng out.

“I recommend coming by a few more times recently. It’s not a big issue, but it’s not small either.”

“Sure.” Jiang Zhe had no objections.

Xiao Meng said in a low voice, “Thank you, Dr. La.”

“Let me take you downstairs.”

The three of them went downstairs, passed through the lobby, and La Xiu was about to say he would take them back to school when he saw the familiar Lincoln.

Is Qin Jingchen still here?

Was it Qin Jingchen who just sent someone over, and now he’s picking someone up again?

What kind of marriage engagement did Jiang Zhe set up, for Qin Jingchen to be so attentive?

Jiang Zhe walked over with Xiao Meng, opened the car door, and got in.

The first thing Jiang Zhe noticed was the scent of sandalwood in the car, which was much more intense than when she arrived. She glanced at Qin Jingchen, his expression was usual, and his demeanor was calm like water, as if he could embrace everything in the world.

“When will you come next?” Qin Jingchen asked.

“The day after tomorrow night.”

As the car drove off, Jiang Zhe said, “Just stop at the intersection in front of the school.”

She was going to accompany Xiao Meng to the temporary housing that had been arranged.

Fen Ye didn’t understand, “The distance to one intersection, it’s neither far nor near. Are you going to buy something? Jingchen and I have plenty of time, we can just wait for you.”

“Tonight, Xiao Meng and I will stay outside temporarily.”

“What happened? Why stay outside?” Fen Ye asked.

“Fen Ye!” Qin Jingchen stopped him, then turned to look at Jiang Zhe and asked, “Is it safe?”

“The public security in Jincheng shouldn’t be so outrageous yet,” Jiang Zhe said nonchalantly, moving her wrist slightly.

Qin Jingchen noticed her as if she was itching for some action, and found it slightly amusing. He lingered on her fair wrist for a few seconds before looking away.

In the midst of their conversation, they had arrived at their destination.

Jiang Zhe and Xiao Meng got out of the car.

The house was in a new complex, with closed management, card access entry, and two security guards on duty at the card access point twenty-four hours a day.

Jiang Zhe saw this, and Qin Jingchen saw it as well.

“Let’s go,” Jiang Zhe said to Xiao Meng.

Fen Ye then realized that they had gone to see a psychologist, which certainly implicated some psychological issue; staying in a dorm with many people could be inconvenient.

Xiao Meng was fascinated. When she opened the door, her mood soared, “Xiaozhe, it’s been so long since we lived together. But is it really okay not to stay at school?”

“I’ve already discussed it with Teacher Luo.”

“Oh. Then I’ll tidy up a bit and boil some water for you.”

In the dormitory, Jiang Zhe and Xiao Meng were absent, creating an empty echo. Xia Enci, while eating canned food and making a phone call, said, “Oh, when are you guys moving back? It’s so boring without you. It used to be different because even if you weren’t here, I was used to being alone. But now that I’ve gotten used to you being around, it just feels off. Alright, see you tomorrow morning.”

“Yilian, want something to eat?” Xia Enci asked.

Bai Yilian glanced at what she was holding and shook her head, “I’ve brushed my teeth, not eating. You go ahead.”

“Alright, then.”

“By the way, Jiang Zhe and Xiao Meng, are they not coming back to live here?”

“It’s temporary. They’ll be back after a while.”

“Why is that?”

“Something came up,” Xia Enci said vaguely, munching on her food.

…

The unnamed class had been noisy since the morning self-study session, becoming rowdy and tumultuous.

“The test papers from yesterday’s quiz are going to be handed out—everyone, come get your test papers!” class president Si Qing announced, carrying a large stack of test papers.

The class continued to be noisy.

Si Qing, with his gentlemanly manner, couldn’t suppress the chaos.

It was only when Song Xingyu stood on the platform and knocked hard on the desk twice, “Enough!”

The noise stopped.

Everyone was surprised, looking at him. It was usually Song Xingyu who was the most boisterous, what was with him today?