[R18] Lianqing(NP) – “Lian Qing (NP)” Chapter 259 [English]

【Brother Line】Situation

As Jiang Dongxian expected, Wu Ting would indeed never recognize him again, but it was not because of he, but because of Wu Yuan.

Since he came back that day, he locked himself in the room and couldn’t come out. He stayed there for four or five days. He huddled in the corner of the room. His clothes stinked, his hair was messy, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

Moreover, the lights were not turned on in the room, and the blackout curtains were tightly drawn. He had not slept for four days in a row. He cried and fell down, and continued to cry after falling down. His eyes were horribly red, and his spirit was in a state of collapse at any time.

He’s mother Fang Li was knocking on the door frantically, but He acted as if he couldn’t hear her at all and just stared blankly ahead.

“Sister Qinglin…Sister Qinglin…”

He called Fang Qinglin’s name over and over again, and Fang Li outside the door finally couldn’t help but call for security.

The door was knocked open and the sudden light made him close his eyes. Fang Li was so frightened that she covered her mouth.

“Son!!!”

Fang Li rushed in and knelt in front of Wu Ting. She was a timid woman, a distant relative of the Fang family. Her greatest achievement in life was marrying Wu Ting’s father and giving birth to Wu Ting. Now that her most precious son had become like this, she was so frightened that she could not speak coherently.

“Son, it’s mother, it’s mother, son!”

Wu Ting looked up at she blankly, and after a long time he realized that it was his mother in front of him and suddenly burst into tears. Fang Li held he’s head and cried, and both mother and son burst into tears.

Wu Yuan looked at it from the outside, with some unbearable eyes, but more importantly, he hated the fact that iron cannot become steel.

“Why are you crying? Give him a bath, take a nap and come find me in the study.”

After saying that, Wu Yuan walked away. Wu Ting had cried so much that he had no energy at all. Fang Li helped him into the bathroom, gave him a bath, blow-dried his hair, and shaved his beard. Wu Ting finally looked like a man.

The long-term mental stress made him tremble even in his sleep. Fang Li kept patting him on the back until he calmed down a little.

She knew that the only thing she could count on was this son. Wu Ting’s father had always disliked her for coming from a small family, but he was still kind to Wu Ting.

So she kept saying comforting words to Wu Ting. Wu Ting huddled up and fell asleep under her comfort after a long time.

He woke up at dusk. The short rest made the dark circles under his eyes disappear a little, but his whole body was still like a frightened bird, his eyes were wandering and his steps were weak.

Pushing open the study door, Wu Yuan was already waiting for him by the window with his hands behind his back. He walked over with his head lowered, making Wu Yuan frown.

“What a submissive person you are, raise your head!”

Hearing this, Wu Ting slowly raised his head, but his fingers were still trembling.

“Tell me, what happened again this time?”

Listening to Wu Yuan’s angry but helpless voice, Wu Ting suddenly knelt on the ground, and the sound of his knees hitting the ground was very obvious.

Wu Yuan was a little serious now. Wu Ting loved to get into trouble, but he had never knelt down for him.

After a moment of silence, Wu Ting slowly raised his head, his teeth chattering.

“Dad…it’s…it was me who killed Sister Qinglin…”

After he finished speaking, he talked about everything intermittently, including AIDS and the grievances with Ji Qing and Jiang Dongyue, all at once.

Wu Yuan’s expression remained unchanged, but the hands behind his back were already shaking with anger, and Fang Li, who was eavesdropping outside the door, had already fallen to the ground.

The next ten minutes of silence were the most difficult time in Wu Ting’s life. He looked down at the floor and felt like the world was spinning. He even felt that as soon as Wu Yuan opened his mouth, he would suffocate.

However, what surprised him was that Wu Yuan did not scold him, but instead glanced at the door.

“Xiao Li, come in.”

——After decades of marriage, Wu Yuan has not called Fang Li Xiaoli for a long time.

Fang Li wiped her tears and got up, opened the door, walked to Wu Ting and helped him up. Wu Ting sat numbly on the sofa, holding her knees tightly with her hands.

“Xiao Li, we will arrange for Ah Ting to go abroad tomorrow.”

Wu Ting raised his head when he heard this. What… does this mean?

Wu Yuan looked back with unprecedented caution in his eyes.

“Ating, dad just wants to ask you, how long do you think dad can be the dean?”

Wu Ting’s eyes wandered everywhere, and finally looked at Wu Yuan in shock.

In ten years, or at most ten years, Wu Yuan will slowly come down in the form of horizontal transfers. If he does not advance, he will retreat. This is something that no one can avoid.

“Ating, dad knows the Zhang family better than you do, and he also knows Zhang Jizong better than you do. Do you know how many years dad has been their deputy for so many years?”

Now that we have reached this point, Wu Ting is not smart, but he grew up in this kind of atmosphere. How could he not understand what Wu Yuan meant.

Wu Yuan has the leverage in their hands, and the Wu family cannot afford Zhang Jizong’s revenge.

“But…but…Dad…Dad…Stepzong brother, he will kill people, he will really kill people this time!”

Wu Yuan turned around and walked up to Wu Ting, held Wu Ting’s head with one hand and held him against him, while gently patting the back of his neck with his hand.

“A Ting, dad has protected you for so many years, why don’t you protect dad this time, okay? Even for your mother, don’t say another word.”

After so many years, this was the first time Wu Yuan spoke like this as a father. Wu Ting looked at He’s already white hair and nodded in confusion.

After a moment, he let go of Wu Yuan, raised his head and said something tremblingly.

“Then…it’s better not to go abroad…the stepfather will be suspicious…”

Wu Yuan frowned, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. Also, Zhang Jizong was suspicious by nature, and going abroad hastily at this time would arouse his suspicion.

The first thing to do now is whether Zhang Jizong will believe Jiang Dongyue and Ji Qing’s words.

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At the same time, Ji Tingqin was waiting outside Ai’s house. As expected, Ai Xianguo rejected his visit.

He thought for a while, turned around and walked towards the parking place. The driver opened the door for him, and the car quickly drove away from Ai’s house.

Ai Xianguo’s wife watched the car disappear from the window, then turned around and sat next to Ai Xianguo.

“Lao Ai, if you let Ting Qin go, aren’t you afraid that the child will be disappointed?”

Ai Xianguo was particularly relaxed in front of his wife, put down his tea cup and snorted coldly.

“Han Xin? At first I tried to persuade him, but he didn’t listen. I already found someone for Ren Ren, and now he’s here again. Do you really think that everything in our Ai family must go along with him?”

His wife gently stroked his arm with a smile on her lips.

“Okay, Shunshunqi, you have watched Tingqin grow up, don’t you know what his character is? Even if you give him the best position, he will not abandon you.”

Ai Xianguo sighed and patted his wife’s hand.

“Ayin, it’s not that I don’t want to help him, it’s that the trap this time is too big. It would be okay if Zhang Jizong wakes up. If he doesn’t wake up, even ten of me can’t save him.”

“Let’s see, this is also a test for Ting Qin. Whether it is a blessing or a curse depends on him.”

After saying that, Ai Xianguo stood up and walked to the study with his hands behind his back, sighing as he walked. His wife looked at him from behind, with worries in his eyes.

She knows Ai Xianguo’s feelings for Ji Tingqin best. He is half son and half confidant. He probably feels uncomfortable at this time.

Two hours later, Ji Tingqin returned to Ji’s house.

He walked up to the fourth floor and pushed open Ji Qing’s room door. He took off his coat and put it on the hanger next to the door. As soon as he looked up, he saw Ji Qing sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in a daze.

The weather was hot, she only wore a pair of small underwear and a small suspender belt, her soft hair was still half wet, her slender arms hugged her knees, and her chin was gently placed on them.

“Qingqing?”