"Um."
Nie Qingru's expression relaxed, as if he had heard the only piece of news that was pleasing to him.
"Empress." Shadow looked at her and hesitated to speak: "Master Zhai..."
Nie Qingru turned her head away. Her cold and pale face was already covered with traces of time. If there was still a trace of warmth in her eyes, which were driven only by profit, it would probably be now: "Stop."
She raised her hand to stop Shadow from continuing.
"I know what you want to say. I owe his family."
"…yes."
Shadow lowered his head.
Nie Qingru sat in the living room for a while, probably taking a break, and then he thought of a solution: "Keep an eye on Beijing."
Shadow raised his head: "What do you mean?"
"Didn't the little wolf want to use this opportunity to slap me in the face? It's just right, I'll let her know that things in the world are not so easy to go as planned."
Nie Qingru gently touched the velvet gloves on her fingertips, her thin lips raised, still looking a bit like the graceful and elegant girl she was in her youth.
It's just that the look is too cold.
"It's time to use the nails we have planted in Jing City."
**
The smooth progress of the negotiations with Country C was beyond Beijing's expectations, but everyone was very happy after the successful cooperation was reached.
Even Jiang Zongjim drank a lot of alcohol. He was drunk at the celebration banquet and was sent back to the staff dormitory.
"Uncle Jiang, I'll leave first."
The person who sent him back was Bo Jingxing. After placing him on the sofa, he prepared to change his shoes and leave.
Who knew that I would hear a man sobbing behind me
Bo Jingxing was stunned, and turned around to see that the man lying on the sofa had sat up at some point, his shadow projected onto the wall, hunched over and bent in pain like a frustrated man.
"I did it." Bo Jingxing didn't expect to encounter such a thing, and hesitated whether to leave. Then he heard Jiang Zongjin's drunken murmur: "Ji Qing, I did it."
Seasonal…
Bo Jingxing seemed to have heard this name somewhere before. His hand holding the car keys paused, and then he remembered the scene when he heard this name in Independent Island.
Qiao Nian’s mother
Jiang Zongjin was still mumbling, with sobs of pain, very suppressed and as if he had been holding back for a long time before he could vent his emotions: "But you are gone."
"…With you gone, I haven't been able to take good care of our daughter."
"Thinking of her..."
When Jiang Zongjim said this, his voice dropped a tone, and he felt grief, guilt, and an indescribable discomfort.
"She's too tired."
Bo Jingxing completely let go of the hand that was hooked on the key, and remembered what he had said to Qiao Nian that night in Independent Island.
His conscience seemed to be tortured to death, and on this night he was unable to face the words he had said that he had thought he would not regret.
Bo Jing took action, walked over again, got a glass of water for Jiang Zongjin and handed it to him, silently comforting him: "Uncle Jiang, have a drink of water."
He wanted to stay and take care of Jiang Zongjin.
Although he felt that Jiang Zongjim didn't need his care, it was better to do something than to never be able to make up for what he had done wrong.
Bo Jingxing took care of Jiang Zongji and helped him drink some water. Seeing that he fell asleep drunk, he went into the room and got the bed and quilt.
Looking at the shabby and almost self-deprecating furniture in the room, he walked out to smoke a cigarette, sighed and dialed Ye Wangchuan's phone number.
The other side didn't answer the first time.
He persevered and hit him a few more times.
Ye Wangchuan finally answered: "Speak."
It's quite cold.
(End of this chapter)