The other side.
Qiao Nian opened the passenger door, got in calmly, fastened her seat belt, and returned the coat to him: "There's no need for this if there's heating in the car."
"Put it there." Ye Wangchuan also got on the car from the other side and pointed to a location.
Qiao Nian casually put his coat where he said, and sat lazily in his seat with his eyes closed. There was a light purple spot under his eyelids.
She had very long eyelashes, and when she normally lowered her eyelashes it was difficult for others to notice the fatigue under her eyelids. Only when she relaxed and was as defenseless as she was now could they see the faint marks.
Ye Wangchuan subconsciously adjusted the heater to a comfortable temperature, then closed the car window to block out the noise outside, and asked her in a low voice: "Didn't you get enough rest these days?"
"Yeah." Qiao Nian's eyes were still closed, and she pursed her red lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Zhou Zheng's matter has not yet come to a final conclusion, so I can't sleep well."
There was a trace of heartache in Ye Wangchuan's eyes. He was in no mood to mention the boy who had just approached him. His jaw was clenched. He put his coat back on her and comforted her softly: "What are you worried about? With the old man here, nothing will happen this time."
Mr. Ye’s status and position put him in a close watch on Zhou Zheng’s case. Even if the Zhou family spends money to build connections, I’m afraid no one would dare to offend them.
What's more, this case also involves Master Cheng and the Jiu Institute. Anyone who knows a little bit about the matter will understand how deep the water is here.
Only a fool would wade into this muddy water.
Therefore, the first-instance judgment in Zhou Zheng's case will basically be upheld and it is unlikely to be overturned.
Qiao Nian said "yeah", but it was unclear whether he heard it or not.
Seeing that she looked tired and sleepy, Ye Wangchuan didn't want her to be too tired, so he didn't continue the topic. Instead, he started the car and asked her, "Where are we going? Are we going back?"
Qiao Nian then opened his eyes: "Rhine."
She pressed her forehead, remembered what she had promised, and said to someone, "I still have to go back and write a song."
She hasn't touched music for a long time.
Although I promised Nie Mi to help write a new song, to be honest, I'm afraid I still need to find some inspiration before I really start, otherwise I really won't be able to write it.
"Yeah." Ye Wangchuan turned the steering wheel and drove towards home. Cen Bo's lips curled up slightly, and he said in a pretty arc: "I'll make hot pot for you tonight."
Qiao Nian raised the corners of his eyes, finally showing some interest. He raised his hand to push down his baseball cap and slumped down in the passenger seat more relaxedly.
**
After Zhou Zheng's first-instance judgment came out, the Zhou family not only approached Ye Wangchuan to discuss the conditions for a private settlement, but also learned an important piece of news from other people.
They rushed from Beijing to the ring road overnight.
Then, early the next morning, I packed my bags and knocked on the door of an ordinary resettlement apartment building around the city.
"Who is it?"
The person inside responded.
Father Zhou tried his best to look amiable, raising the corners of his mouth hypocritically and forcing a smile.
The rusty iron door opened, and a middle-aged woman's face peeked out from inside.
The middle-aged woman looked very plain, wearing a knitted sweater. Seeing so many people standing at her door, she frowned, a little surprised and alert: "Who are you looking for?"
"Excuse me, are you Aunt Chen?" Father Zhou's expression became more and more friendly. He did not despise the poor appearance of the middle-aged woman and stretched out his hand to shake her hand.
But when Aunt Chen heard him asking her, she immediately shook her head and tried to close the door: "Sorry, you got the wrong person."
(End of this chapter)