Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Ning Qing didn’t know that even though Qin Ran had blocked her number, she had never blocked Lin Jinxuan’s number.
During Beijing’s turbulence, the Lin family had fallen apart, and only Lin Jinxuan’s personal business had remained intact.
This was because Qin Ran had reminded him of the upcoming wave. It had been very cryptic, but Lin Jinxuan naturally figured it out. Because of her help, his and Feng Ci’s company had managed to avoid disaster.
Lin Jinxuan had pondered about it for a long time before finally figuring it out. She had helped him probably because of two reasons: because he cooperated with Feng Ci and because he had helped her before.
Ruan Hao watched Lin Jinxuan silently hold his phone and whispered to him, “Hey, Uncle Feng and the others will be fine, right?”
In the eyes of Ruan Hao and the others, the Feng family was a colossus that no one could shake.
After all, Feng Loucheng’s resume and position were telling, and he also had many cases in his hands.
Although they didn’t know Feng Loucheng privately, they had witnessed his smooth sail in the circle in the past two years.
“I don’t know.” Lin Jinxuan put his cell phone back into his pocket. He hadn’t seen Qin Ran for several years. Of course, he didn’t know the relationship between Feng Loucheng and Qin Ran, much less with Pan Mingyue.
He had understood a long time ago that he was tens of thousands of miles away from Qin Ran’s circle of friends.
Although he wasn’t sure what was going on with Feng Loucheng, he didn’t dare to ask Qin Ran. He could only sigh.
…
In the neighboring city.
Pan Mingyue took Luo Qian back to the hotel. They were on a business trip here and had to wait until the case was followed up before they could leave.
Luo Qian originally wanted to ask her about the three people just now, but when he noticed how silent she was, he didn’t ask further. He returned to his room with the room card silently.
He stayed on the sixth floor while Pan Mingyue stayed on the seventh.
The corridors of the entire hotel were carpeted, and the lights weren’t brightly lit. There was no noise around, so it was very quiet.
Pan Mingyue’s room number was 711.
She took the room card from her pocket and looked up to see someone leaning on the door of room 711.
Holding his phone in one hand and his other hand stuck in his pocket, Lu Zhaoying looked up at her unexpectedly. “The one providing support for me… is you?”
Pan Mingyue paused, then walked over with a calm expression. She raised her hand and swiped the room card.
The doorway was narrow, and she could feel the oppressive breath hovering over her head, lingering there.
“Sorry, I didn’t know it was you.” Lu Zhaoying was silent for a moment.
He reached out and held the door open for her.
“You…” Pan Mingyue was about to ask how his injury was but didn’t expect him to speak at the same time.
Lu Zhaoying looked a little tired. “Go on.”
Pan Mingyue was still in a state of confusion and didn’t ask further. “This is the information I compiled today.”
She handed him the notebook in her hand.
While they were talking, someone rang the doorbell outside. The sound insulation wasn’t very good, so Luo Qian’s voice could be heard from the outside.
“By the way, Team Leader, I suddenly remembered,” Luo Qian said excitedly, not noticing Lu Zhaoying. “The person you picked up today, wasn’t it Inspector Feng’s son? I’ve seen him before on the cover of the financial newspaper. He’s Feng Ci, right? He was my previous senior. I was wondering why they were so… familiar.”
1
Luo Qian trailed off and was stunned to see Lu Zhaoying. “Leader Lu?”
“I came to get the information.” Lu Zhaoying looked away and politely nodded towards him. He was tall and almost blocked the light source in the room.
He only stayed less than two minutes before leaving.
Staring at Lu Zhaoying’s back, Luo Qian couldn’t help but rub his chin. “The Lu family must be rich.”
Luo Qian was from a good family and could naturally tell Lu Zhaoying’s wealth from his clothing.
Without speaking, Pan Mingyue only reacted when the phone in her pocket rang. She picked up a call from the Inspection Institute.
“You want me to temporarily replace the deputy?” She was shocked to receive such an order. “What happened?”
This matter was still confidential, so Pan Mingyue had no way of finding out.
She frowned inevitably and dialed a call to Feng Loucheng, but he didn’t pick up.
With her extremely keen sixth sense, she straightforwardly instructed, “We’ll finish handling things over tonight. Then, we’ll directly return to Beijing.”
…
The next day, on Saturday.
There was still no news from Feng Loucheng all night.
Both Feng Ci and Madam Feng stayed up all night, and none of them went to see the concert that they had promised to see.
When Lin Jinxuan and Ruan Hao came, Feng Ci was about to go to the Inspection Institute to find Section Chief Jiang.
“Let me drive.” Lin Jinxuan noticed Feng Ci’s unbearable fatigue.
Feng Ci didn’t reject, so Lin Jinxuan drove directly to the Inspection Institute.
On the way, Ruan Hao was less talkative than usual and silently sat in the co-pilot’s seat.
After half an hour, the car stopped at the gates.
As soon as they arrived at the entrance, they were stopped by the security guards. At the same time, a black car was also stopped.
Only those from the Inspection Institute could enter.
One person got out of the passenger seat.
Only a few meters away, Ruan Hao could clearly see the person’s side profile. He exclaimed directly, “Hey, shit! Isn’t that the girl from yesterday? She’s working at the headquarters of the Inspection Institute at such a young age?”
Lin Jinxuan also glanced over. He directly picked up his phone, opened the official website of the Inspection Institute, and searched—Pan Mingyue.
The displayed content made him feel a little dumbfounded:
Section Chief of Disciplinary Inspection Department (Level 2), Pan Mingyue.