C11 (1/2)

”Qianqian, you are my woman, only I can touch you. Everyone else, don't even think about it!” Jiang Yu avoided my question and gently caressed my face. Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and a berserk aura surged from his entire body.

He pushed me onto the passenger seat and left, ignoring the fallen Boss Wang.

We didn't talk much along the way. I looked out the window, feeling complicated.

Sure enough, my initial guess was not wrong. Jiang Yu is not an ordinary person.

I had never thought of investigating him before because I was too confident in myself to be mistaken.

But this time, I seem to have made a fatal mistake.

Jiang Yu sent me back to the big villa while he himself returned to his residence.

It was already late at night, but I couldn't figure it out no matter how I thought about it.

Who is Jiang Yu, and what is his purpose in approaching me?

After thinking about it, I decided to investigate him, so I called Tang Yue.

”Hello …” Who is it … ”Big night …” Tang Yue's voice sounded like she had just woken up. I frowned and coughed twice.

”Old... Old... Boss … Why are you calling me at this time? ”

”Help me investigate a person. I want to know everything about him.”

”Who exactly is it? Do they know that our boss is gathering so many people?” Tang Yue showed great interest in me investigating that person.

”Jiang Yu.”

”Him?” Tang Yue was very surprised.

I can understand Tang Yue's feelings at this moment, because in her eyes, Jiang Yu and I have always been male and female friends, but only I know that the relationship between Jiang Yu and I is nothing more than a deal to be made between the two of us.

”Before tomorrow morning, I want to get all the information I can on Jiang Yu.”

After saying that, I hung up the phone decisively.

I sat on the couch, wide awake.

When I thought about how Director Wang was still lying on the roadside after getting beaten up so badly, I felt a headache. This Jiang Yu, who normally saw him being so honest, I never expected that he would actually be so impulsive one day.

I opened a bottle of eighty-two-year-old Lafite from my home's red wine cabinet and got a small glass, hoping to get some alcohol to help me sleep.

But when he laid on the bed, the image of Jiang Yu's enchanter face appeared in his mind.

A sleepless night.

I woke up early the next morning, and the itinerary on the tablet reminded me that I had more important things to do today.

First, today's first plan is to visit the market.

It was, so to speak, my daily commando inspection to investigate the daily situation of the shop in the absence of frequent visits from my superiors.

Before I left, I made myself a sandwich and chose a low-key outfit.