Chapter 132: Chapter 125: Zhan Qipei is Victimized
“What are you doing? Why did you co back so late?”
Qiao Jing was montarily stunned when she heard the man say this.
That’s weird? Why did she feel as if she were like a husband who hadn’t returned ho all night, neglecting a wife who was waiting at ho?
“Oh, I had a surgery tonight.”
“Which hospital? I’ll co to pick you up.”
“No need to bother, I don’t even know when the surgery will be over? I’m here with Zhou Fu, and he can drive back later. If it’s really late, I might just stay at the hospital.”
Not coming ho all night?!
Zhan Qipei was agitated.
After all, which man could tolerate his wife not coming ho all night?
“Just tell the address, I’m going to the hospital now.”
Even though Zhou Fu didn’t have those kind of feelings for Qiao Jing, he was worried about her being at Lu Zijin’s hospital; every ti Lu Zijin saw his wife, his eyes glued onto her as if stuck, making it impossible to block his gaze.
Even if Qiao Jing wasn’t at Lu Zijin’s hospital, just based on her personal charm and stunning beauty, it was still a very dangerous situation.
Thus, he absolutely couldn’t allow Qiao Jing to stay out overnight.
“Really, there’s no need—”
This ti Qiao Jing hadn’t finished speaking when she was interrupted by Zhan Qipei.
“If you won’t tell , I’ll search for you in every hospital one by one.”
Qiao Jing “…”
Why was this man so clingy?
He hadn’t been like this before, right?
Thinking back, it seed that ever since she had treated Zhan Yuanshan, Zhan Qipei had beco like this.
She didn’t know what the man really intended to do.
Before Lan Yinyin appeared, she thought he deliberately clung to her to get back at her.
But even after Lan Yinyin appeared, Zhan Qipei was still the sa.
Qiao Jing carefully analyzed it, and Zhan Qipei probably never believed from the start that Lan Yinyin was the person who had saved him back then; the reason he hadn’t exposed Lan Yinyin was probably because he wanted to investigate the people behind her through her.
If she wasn’t mistaken, Zhan Qipei probably suspected that his assassination in the cornfield over two months ago was related to the people behind Lan Yinyin.
So, did the man still suspect that she was the one who had saved him, and his current behavior still constituted getting back at her, clinging to her?
The persistent kind?
Ultimately, Qiao Jing couldn’t stand the man’s persistence and just had to tell him which hospital she was at.
At seven in the evening, Zhan Qipei put on his coat, ready to go and pick up Qiao Jing.
As he opened the door, he saw Lan Yinyin lifting her hand, about to knock.
“What is it?” Zhan Qipei asked coldly.
Lan Yinyin nodded, “It’s about the assassination in the cornfield two months ago, I have so clues, you might want to know.”
Zhan Qipei’s cold eyes narrowed slightly, as deep as the ocean.
“Hmm, tell .”
“That—It’s not sothing that can be explained in a word or two, may I co in?”
Lan Yinyin carried a delicate thermos in her hand, “I’ve ground this coffee myself, just brewed it.”
Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes subtly scanned the thermos without a trace of emotion.
“Co in.”
He was curious, Lan Yinyin running over at this ti to bring up the incident in the cornfield, along with freshly brewed coffee.
Could there be poison in that coffee?
Zhan Qipei looked at his watch, 7:02 PM.
Qiao Jing said the surgery would start at seven in the evening, and it was estimated to last more than two hours, which was enough ti.
He first wanted to see what Lan Yinyin was up to.
Just as Zhan Qipei was thinking this, Lan Yinyin suddenly slipped and fell towards him.
He had seen Lan Yinyin’s tactics countless tis before, no different from those wealthy ladies who take the opportunity to throw themselves into soone’s arms.
Zhan Qipei stepped to the side, quietly watching as Lan Yinyin slid past him and then fell to the ground.
Zhan Qipei slightly frowned, lifted his arm, and looked at his hand where a scratch had drawn blood.
Did she have a hidden weapon on her?
Was she trying to attack him?
Zhan Qipei looked at Lan Yinyin with a wary expression.
Lan Yinyin, in pain, got up from the ground, “I’m sorry, I didn’t an to.”
As she spoke, Lan Yinyin removed the ring she was wearing as an ornant on her finger.
Zhan Qipei then realized it was the ring that had scratched his hand.
He thought that soone as ticulously thoughtful as Lan Yinyin wouldn’t resort to such a clumsy thod of assassination.
“It’s fine,” Zhan Qipei said indifferently, the scratch on the back of his hand was superficial and didn’t affect him much.
“Cough cough—” Lan Yinyin cleared her throat awkwardly, looking toward Zhan Qipei’s hand, “Well, your hand is bleeding a little. Do you have a first aid kit at ho? Let clean it up for you. If the wound gets infected, it would be my fault.”
After she finished speaking, Lan Yinyin reached out to grab Zhan Qipei’s hand.
Zhan Qipei sat down in front of the sofa, his deanor emitting a ‘keep away’ aura.
With this attitude, Zhan Qipei was effectively rejecting her offer.
Lan Yinyin frowned, knowing she shouldn’t touch the man if he didn’t allow it. Anyway, she had already investigated; Qiao Jing wouldn’t be back from the hospital any ti soon tonight, and she had made full preparations. She was determined to succeed with this man tonight.
Thinking this, Lan Yinyin was no longer in a hurry; she unscrewed a thermos, found two cups, and poured coffee into them.
“Whoosh—”
Zhan Qipei, with his dark and unreadable eyes, watched the coffee in the cup without a trace.
Having poured, Lan Yinyin placed one cup in front of Zhan Qipei and took a sip from the other cup herself.
Zhan Qipei was observing every move of Lan Yinyin; the cups were from his house, so there was no chance of poisoning them.
Perhaps he was overthinking it; maybe there was nothing wrong with the coffee?
“Hurry up, I need to leave soon,” Zhan Qipei said, cutting straight to the point.
Lan Yinyin set down her cup, pretending to recall sothing, “Actually, I don’t rember clearly, and I don’t know if it counts as a clue? I only rember the person who tried to assassinate you was wearing a special bracelet on his wrist, with a number on it, but I couldn’t see it clearly. I’ll look for clues in the ground after the surgery, but when I got there, those two assassins were already gone.”
“A special bracelet…” Zhan Qipei fell into thought, Lan Yinyin didn’t seem to be lying.
Initially, he thought the two assassins were hitn hired by soone from behind. But the league’s hitn didn’t wear special bracelets.
Wait!
Zhan Qipei suddenly rembered sothing; he recalled an organization abroad where all mbers wore bracelets and used numbers instead of their nas.
What exactly the organization was, he couldn’t rember clearly at the mont.
Zhan Qipei took out his phone and sent a ssage to Tang Yan.
“Look into the organization of assassins that wear numbered bracelets.”
Just after Zhan Qipei sent the ssage, he heard Lan Yinyin’s voice beside him.
“President Zhan, I specially prepared this coffee for you, it will get cold soon. Try it out, it still tastes quite nice.”
Zhan Qipei’s gaze fell once more on the coffee. After a two-second silence, he picked it up, brought it to his lips, and then sneakily glanced at Lan Yinyin from the corner of his eye.
Lan Yinyin didn’t react much, she looked quite composed.
This coffee wasn’t a problem.
Suddenly, sothing felt wrong with his body.
“Clatter—” The cup fell to the ground.
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