Chapter 28 (2/2)

Noting no reaction, Su Qing let her guard down and continued, “I heard from my manager that the abductors were not after his money or his life. They just broke his left arm, slashed his face, and put him in a tank of water, scaring him to the extent that he peed his pants. Then they left. His abductors were real pros, leaving no evidence behind. They also timed it such that the police arrived just seconds before he would have drowned. His life was never in danger, but he was scared out of his mind. He said nothing when questioned by the police but muttered continuously that he was wrong and would never make the same mistake again. The hospital reported that etomidate had been used. It’s an anesthetic commonly used in surgery.”

Jiang Jiusheng remained silent, deep in thought.

Jian Chengzhong—the typical rich bully, arrogant and seemingly above the law—had made many enemies in the industry, so it was expected that he would meet his nemesis someday. But it was too much of a coincidence. Jiang Jiusheng’s left arm had been dislocated, and Jian Chengzhong’s left arm had been injured; Jiang Jiusheng had suffered a cut on her face, while Jian Chengzhong had also had his face slashed. All done in stealth with not a single shred of evidence.

How eerie! Although Su Qing was not superstitious by nature, even she found it unsettling.

“Sheng, even I am beginning to suspect that you really are a jinx,” Su Qing quipped.

Jiang Jiusheng maintained her usual stance of neither agreeing nor refuting.

Su Qing tried to console Jiang Jiusheng, saying that the people who had been “jinxed” had indeed intended to harm her and therefore deserved to be punished, much like ridding society of evil.

A strong gust of wind signaled impending bad weather. The fall sky appeared heavy with dark clouds, shutting out the sunshine and making the muggy air increasingly suffocating.

Jiang Jiusheng put on a light jacket and went to the hospital’s rooftop on the 15th floor. Looking down, she could see the hustle and bustle of city life, braving the cool winds of fall.

She called Yuwen Chongfeng, and the call was answered very quickly, the recipient asking in a lazy drawl, “What?”

“Was it you?”

The gusty wind had caused her voice to break.

“Jian Chengzhong?”

“Yep.” Leaning against the railing, Jiang Jiusheng looked up at the overcast sky, the strong wind drying her eyes, and asked flatly, “Did you set him up?”

Hearing a woman’s voice in the background, she realized that she had probably interrupted her boss’s amorous exploits.

With a command to be quiet from Yuwen Chongfeng, the woman obeyed. Yuwen Chongfeng rose to his feet and walked away before continuing, “Who told you?”

“Su Qing.”

“That guy has too much time on his hands.” He then corrected himself, “Oh, but she’s not a guy.”

Jiang Jiusheng was speechless. So Yuwen Chongfeng knew that Su Qing was female.

“It wasn’t me.” He said. Pausing, he confirmed, “Not Xie Dang, either.”

With a sound of acknowledgment, Jiang Jiusheng hung up.

Yuwen Chongfeng said nothing for a moment. That woman was always hanging up on him.

“Master Feng,” said the voice of the submissive, gentle, and understanding woman in the room.

“Go on home,” he commanded, having suddenly lost interest.

Feeling slighted, the woman whined, “But I just got here.”

“I’ve had enough. Get it?”

The pretty young lady turned pale and pouted reluctantly. “All right, I’m leaving.” After taking a few steps, she turned around and asked hesitantly, “Master Feng, do you dislike me? You don’t even touch—”