[R18] Lianqing(NP) – “Lian Qing (NP)” Chapter 201 [English]

Chapter 199 The truth

Ji Tingqin’s question was too formal, and Ji Qing felt a little uneasy.

She vaguely felt that Fang Qinglin’s death had something to do with Zhou Fucheng’s incident, but now only Zhou Fucheng and she knew about it, and it would be different if she said it.

It’s not a matter of whether she trusts Ji Tingqin or not, but she feels that she should keep the secret between herself and Zhou Fucheng.

So after thinking about it, she still didn’t say it, and just shook her head slightly.

Although Ji Tingqin had doubts, he believed in her, so he didn’t say anything. The two went to bed and hugged each other to sleep. Ji Qing was young after all. Although he had something on his mind, he quickly fell asleep under Ji Tingqin’s comfort.

At the same time, Zhang Jizong was sitting on the sofa smoking.

No lights were turned on in Nuo Da’s living room, and the crystal chandelier above reflected light in the moonlight. The only light source was the cigarette butt, which illuminated He’s face that was deformed due to drug abuse, making it even more enchanting.

There was a glass of red wine in front of him, which contained nearly 3g of methamphetamine.

1-1 Recently, he increased the amount, and the original amount was no longer enough. He forgot about the pain.

Picking up the wine glass and taking a sip, Zhang Jizong tried hard to recall every intimacy he had with Fang Qinglin during this period.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could only think of it once. On the day she was forced to return to China, he really smoked too much, but he remembered that he was wearing a condom, so he must have worn it.

He had a splitting headache thinking about it, but he didn’t know that he actually took out the condom from his trouser pocket while trembling, but Fang Qinglin sneered and slapped his hand away.

“At this time, your mother is still pretending to be a good person with me. Zhang Jizong, you, mother, are just a lunatic.

“Brother Stepzong…”

There was a knock on the door. Zhang Jizong recognized Wu Ting’s voice and put out the cigarette and fired four.

“Come in.”

Wu Ting opened the door and came in, then put a cardboard box in his hand on the table.

“Brother Jizong, these are the main relics of Sister Qinglin.”

Zhang Jizong nodded, and then suddenly asked.

“Wu Ting, have you slept with Qinglin during this time?”

Wu Ting’s back suddenly stiffened, and his palms and vest were covered in sweat.

“Ji…Jizong…how dare I…I haven’t been intimate with Sister Qinglin since you spread the news of the engagement. I really…really…

Zhang Jizong took another cigarette and lit it.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Wu Ting still held his hands, stiffened his body, bowed, and turned around to leave.

Swallowing his saliva and opening the door, Wu Ting’s expression changed from trying to be calm to crying, with the corners of his mouth twitching.

He squeezed his hands tightly, and after closing the door, his whole body immediately softened along the door, and he was shouting hysterically in his heart.

“Qing Lin… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

Thinking of he, tears streamed down his face, and his whole body was trembling.

“I’m sorry…I really don’t know who passed it to me…I really don’t know…Sister Qinglin.”

He cried silently but fiercely, his saliva and nose flowing together. In the end, he was lying on the ground, and the crumpled checklist in his trousers also rolled out with his movements.

A week later, Fang Qinglin’s memorial service was held at the Xinjing Hospital Funeral Home.

Most of the people in the circle came. Ji Qing wore a black dress and stood with Jiang Dongyue. She lowered her head and whispered to each other while the superiors were delivering speeches.

“Is this the end of the matter?

Jiang Dongyue shook his head.

“I don’t know, but with your brother here, nothing should happen.”

Ji Qing nodded, feeling a little relieved.

“By the way, where is Xiyun? Her father is here, so why isn’t she?”

Jiang Dongyue still shook his head.

“I heard that her father seemed to have sent her back to her original province. I haven’t heard from her for a long time, and I can’t get through the phone.”

Ji Qing didn’t think much about it. Feng Xiyun had never been able to fit into the circle. Maybe it would be good to go back.

The two of them stood like this and went through most of the process. Ji Qing represented the Ji family, and Jiang Dongyue represented the Jiang family. After all, Fang Qinglin was just a junior and could not bear the humiliation of people like Ji Tingqin and others.

Bow.

There was a buffet after the body was bid farewell. It was very quiet, and only subtle whispers could be heard. Ji Qing stood next to the dining table, holding a glass of wine, and suddenly a shadow fell next to him.

One – Zhou Fucheng.

The two of them picked up their wine glasses and clinked them in tacit understanding, and Ji Qing lowered her voice again.

“Where’s Brother Mi Shen? Get a haircut.

“Inside.”

Ji Qing nodded. Zhou Jianshen’s mother and Fang Qinglin’s mother were best friends, and the two families had even planned to get married. At this moment, Zhou Jianshen must be talking to the two elders of the Fang family inside.

After the two of them finished drinking, they left the restaurant together and came to the corridor. Zhou Fucheng wanted to say something, but Ji Qing suddenly covered his lips with his fingers.

The photo she has been burned, so it is best not to say anything at this time, no matter what time or place, don’t say a word; w will not give any chance of leakage, “let this matter rot in my heart forever.”

Zhou Fucheng naturally understood what she meant, so he smiled and nodded, telling her not to worry.

At this time, Zhang Jizong was still standing in the dining hall, constantly thinking about the figures who had just left and the sound of Zhou Fucheng’s leather shoes in his mind.

“Ta…ta…”

He closed his eyes, just as the two women behind him were covering their mouths and whispering.

“Did you see that person just now, just he…”

“It’s so big when you see it…”

Hearing this sentence, Zhang Jizong opened his eyes suddenly and felt as if he was overwhelmed.

“I saw it…”

(Unlike he, your hair must be very long.)

The voice of the woman behind him overlapped with that of the prostitute, and the footsteps of Zhou Fucheng overlapped with the footsteps of the leader that night.

France…Celebrating the holidays…Ji Qing…

“People’s sixth sense is so accurate sometimes.