"I mean, the name Maomao is quite nice, and it's quite common! You don't look very young, so why do you have such a big daughter?" Jiang Henhan approached her step by step, chatting casually.
Unexpectedly, Qing Wu was so strict that she sent him away just because it was inconvenient to tell her about family matters.
He was not discouraged, "As far as I know, Duan's main focus was finance when it first went public. Your father was very prestigious in the financial world at that time. Why did he suddenly get into real estate later?"
Qing Wu frowned. She was still in college when Duan went public. She also asked her father about it five or six years ago, but his father always spoke evasively and remained tight-lipped.
"...I remember that in the financial world at that time, your father, Yuanyang's Director Fu, and a man named Xu Tianjue were three pillars..."
Qing Wu paused, her thoughts were complicated, and she always had a strange feeling every time she heard that name. Jiang Henhan observed her and asked, seemingly unintentionally, "Do you also know Xu Tianjue?"
"I haven't heard much about it." Qingwu avoided his probing eyes and felt bored. She didn't know what he wanted to do by asking questions. She turned to look out the window and saw the villa in front of her. She felt relieved and said, "Mr. Driver
, please turn left.”
After a while, the car stopped, she hurriedly thanked her, covered Maomao's head with her clothes, and ran into the rain.
Jiang Henhan stared intently at her eagerly escaping figure. After a long while, he closed the car door and said, "Reverse the car."
Xiao Zhao hesitated and said, "Miss Duan is a smart person at first glance. She has been avoiding your questions."
"Avoidance is a normal reaction. She was a college student five years ago. I have experienced the old guy Duan Fei's city. He will never let her know too much." Jiang Henhan rubbed his temples, his eyes sharp.
"Why don't we use Duan Qingwu to take Ling Yansen's route? Aren't they a couple?"
"A few people from the Ling family are indeed the key to this case, but Duan Fei and Xu Tianjue were business rivals back then. After Xu Tianjue's death, Duan Fei changed finance into real estate. Don't you think it's strange? No matter what, the real culprit has been at large for so long.
, it’s time to be punished by law!”
After finally running to the door, she found nothing beside her. Qingwu almost stopped crying as she leaned against the carved door. Her bag was left in Ling Yansen's car, and Mrs. Wu was not there. How could she get in without the key?
The rain kept falling, and Ling Yansen didn't know when she would be back. She had to squat down and comfort Maomao, who was about to cry. She took out her cell phone and called her friend Lin Wei, but she was not in the service area! She must have been on a business trip again.
Qingwu wanted to cry but had no tears. She was filled with misery. She hated Ling Yansen more and more, and the more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she became. Maomao's body had not recovered yet, and she was exposed to the rain again. She was afraid that it would relapse. What should she do?
My fingertips rubbed back and forth over the three words on the screen, but I couldn't press them down. What's the point of calling him? Maybe he was having an affair with Man Yin at the moment!
She stood up suddenly, ran into the rain, and waited frozen on the roadside. Ten minutes later, a Lotus car finally stopped. Qingwu hugged Maomao and got into the car. The owner of the car was an aunt in her fifties, with a kind face and kind eyes.
He kindly handed her a towel to wipe with.
Qingwu nodded and thanked her again, "Please take me to Binjiang Forest Garden."
"Coincidentally, my home is in the villa area behind Binjiang Forest Garden. We are on the way." The wife said with a smile. Although her glory has passed, Qingwu could see that she must have been extremely beautiful when she was young.
Once the conversation started, the atmosphere became much more natural. Qingwu chatted with her, completely unaware that she and this old lady whom she had met by chance would meet again in the future.