Chapter 53
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nThe knock was very sudden.
nEveryone looked in the direction subconsciously.
nGrandma Xu was sitting on a stool and holding tea.
nSince she had a supporter now, she was relaxed and raised her eyebrows to glance at Qin Ran and the rest sideways. When she heard the sound, she turned her head as well.
nShe saw the young police officer at first glance.
n“Excuse me, who is Miss Qin Ran?” The police officer glanced through the crowd and finally fixed her eyes on the girl wearing the uniform of First Middle School.
nThe girl had her face turned away, but her beautiful outline could still be seen.
nHer skin was very white, and she wore her school uniform properly. It was open, and her white shirt inside was stained with a few drops of blood, making thin outlines.
nWith so many people in the crowd, this girl was the most eye-catching, so the police officer’s eyes fell on her face subconsciously.
nIt wasn’t until the girl raised her eyes slightly and looked at her inquiringly that the police officer realized that she was Qin Ran.
n“Ms. Qin, Director Jiang has invited you to the lounge.” The police officer bowed slightly. “Please follow me.”
nQin Ran paused, one hand still in her pocket. She tilted her head slightly and narrowed her eyes, wondering who was looking for her.
nOut of the people she was familiar with… there didn’t seem to be anyone with the surname Jiang?
nLin Jinxuan gave her a questioning look. Qin Ran raised her chin and said quite casually, “It’s okay, I’ll take a look.”
nShe went out of the door.
nJiang Hui had been “exiled” from the capital, and if placed in ancient times, he was suitable for an imperial envoy equivalent to a special envoy.
nHe directly represented the highest oligarchy here.
nDeputy Shen definitely knew him, but he didn’t know that the “Director Jiang” the police officer was talking about was the same Jiang Hui that he knew.
nHe watched as Qin Ran followed the police officer and passed by him directly towards the lounge.
nDeputy Shen was very surprised. He couldn’t help but look at Qin Ran who had already left. He asked the police officer politely, “This Director Jiang is…”
nThe police officer glanced at him and, without speaking, turned and left.
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nIn the lounge.
nJiang Hui was nearly forty years old. But he was well maintained and looked as if he was in his early thirties.
nThe years left no trace on him.
nHe sat in a chair, reached out and poured two cups of tea. He glanced at the tall and slender figure standing by the door and chuckled. “Come sit here and drink tea. I’ve already sent someone to investigate it. You were so anxious that I thought something had happened.”
nCheng Juan’s business couldn’t be delayed.
nWho knew that after rushing here, it turned out to be a dispute between high school students.
nCheng Mu sat aside and nodded madly in his heart.
nIt was true, wasn’t it? This matter could have been settled with a phone call, but he just had to bring Jiang Hui here. How many matters had been delayed because of this?
nIn ancient times, their Master Juan was simply an incapable ruler.
nLu Zhaoying touched his ear studs and tilted his head. “Uncle Jiang, she’s not here yet?”
n“What’s the rush?” Jiang Hui was curious at this moment. What kind of little girl could make these two people so anxious?
nTwo figures could be seen outside the window.
nJiang Hui picked up the teacup and calmly said, “Look, isn’t she here already?”
nAfter that, his eyes didn’t shift away.
nCheng Juan’s expression was indifferent. His pair of peach blossom eyes were half-squinted and he had his hands around his chest, leaning lazily against the door frame with his slender figure.
nThe familiar figure appeared.
nCheng Juan stood straight subconsciously and his eyes fell on her.
nThe little girl followed behind a police officer with her head lowered slightly. She walked over slowly, her uniform loose and making her seem even skinnier and weaker.
nHer opened jacket revealed her white shirt inside.
nThere were bloodstains.
nCheng Juan was very sensitive to the five senses, and before she even came in, he could detect the strong bloody smell.
nHe leaned against the door, looked at her for a few seconds, and then said with a cold expression, “Right hand.”
nAs soon as Qin Ran looked up, she saw Cheng Juan standing by the door and looking at her.
nShe pursed her lips and glanced at him, then slowly drew out the hand in her pocket.
nAfter interacting with so many people, none of them had even noticed a problem with her hand.
nLu Zhaoying saw that Qin Ran was here and was slightly relieved, but the next second, he saw Qin Ran’s hand come out of her pocket.
nThe girl’s hands were thin and her nails were clean and moist.
nLu Zhaoying had told Cheng Juan more than once that it was the hands of a pianist.
nThe hand was stained with scarlet blood.
nSome parts were dried while other parts were still dripping.
nCheng Juan looked down, lowered his head, and gently opened her fingers with his hands. The two wounds stretched across the palm of her hand. The wound was very narrow and blood was still leaking out.
nCheng Juan was a doctor, so how could he not know how deep the wound was?
nHe looked at the hand for a while, his pupils turning dark. “Cheng Mu, drive the car over.”
nThe wound looked really bad. Cheng Mu glanced at it, his wooden face indifferent, but his lips pursed inadvertently.
nHe went to get the car in silence.
nLu Zhaoying returned to his senses and stared at the startling wound. He stood up suddenly. “What’s going on?”
nJiang Hui had been with the two of them for so long, yet in so many years, he had never seen Cheng Juan so angry before. He couldn’t even bear to look him straight.
nHe sat up straight inadvertently and glanced at the director who was sitting on the side, the teacup on the table.
nA “beep” sounded.
nAs soon as the director returned home, the police officer gave him a call almost immediately.
nDirector Jiang was coming to inspect their bureau!
nHe didn’t know Cheng Juan and Lu Zhaoying, but he knew Jiang Hui. Seeing how polite Jiang Hui was to Cheng Juan, he dropped his teacup and his heart leaped to his throat.
n“What’s the matter? You guys even carried private punishments?!” He immediately tilted his head and asked the police officer.
nThe police officer handed the confession over to Jiang Hui and repeated the situation.
nThe lounge was very quiet and no one spoke except him. The police officer’s voice gradually became softer.
nCheng Mu was still not back with the car. Lu Zhaoying was accustomed to domineering in Beijing, and Qin Ran had been drawn into his circle.
n“Ha—”
nA chuckle.
nThe police officer felt goosebumps.
nHe looked up cautiously.
n“We’ll settle it publicly and privately, tsk.” Lu Zhaoying yanked his collar. His eyes were cold as he walked outside, tilting his head and motioning to a police officer. “Where are they?”
nNobody in the whole city dared to say this in front of Master Cheng before!
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