She could barely hold the phone.
"I know, I asked you about something, don't tell my brother."
After hanging up the phone, she took a deep breath and calmly told Daodao while changing her clothes: "Daodao, book a ticket to Jinghai. It must be tonight, the nearest flight."
Daodao was packing things outside.
Hearing this, she hurried in and said, "Sister Qiang, are you going back to Jinghai? You are not well yet, and you have to film tomorrow..."
"I have something urgent and I have to go back to Jinghai. As for the crew, ask the director for leave and tell me I'm not recovered yet. I'll be back tomorrow."
"But……"
Before Daodao finished speaking, he saw that Yan Qiang had already picked up her bag and was about to walk out.
"Sister Qiang!"
She quickly followed, "Sister Qiang, wait for me, I'll come with you."
"I'll just go by myself. Don't tell Sister Xun about my private matters."
Yan Qiang put on a mask and hat, and called a car to go to the airport without letting Daodao follow her.
Daodao had no choice but to buy the nearest flight ticket for Yan Qiang.
Yan Qiang hurriedly finally caught up.
Leaning on the chair, feeling the plane rising, she watched the tall buildings in the city getting smaller and smaller in her eyes, until they were covered by clouds and could no longer be seen.
Is this shooting yourself in the foot?
Yan Qiang lowered her eyes.
She underestimated Ruan Yin's status in Huo Qi's heart.
He just wanted to take the opportunity to hit Ruan Yin, but unexpectedly, the arrow he shot circled around and finally hit her between the eyebrows.
A two hour flight.
When Yan Qiang arrived at Jinghai, it was already early in the morning.
The early autumn night wind was threatening the drizzle, and she couldn't help but gather her thin clothes.
Yan Qiang hailed a taxi: "Go to Jingyuan."
The lights were still brightly lit in Jinghai late at night, and it was raining in autumn, but there were few vehicles and few pedestrians on the road.
Yan Qiang sat by the window.
The rain streaks drew long water stains on the car window, one after another, and even the scenery outside the window was divided.
Drive to Jingyuan.
Taxis could not enter, so Yan Qiang got out of the car at the door and walked inside in the rain.
When Huo Qi was in Jinghai, most of them lived here.
The villa was dark.
She rang the doorbell.
Uncle Zhou, the housekeeper, came to open the door and saw Yan Qiang standing at the door covered in moisture. He was stunned for a moment: "Miss Yan? Did Miss Yan come here in the rain? Why didn't you drive?"
"Is Huo Qi here?" Yan Qiang asked.
"this……"
Uncle Zhou glanced at Yan Qiang with a troubled expression, "Miss Yan, sir, if you come here, please go back."
look.
He had known she would come.
He didn't need to speak, he only needed to wave his hand to stop a Yan family project, and she would come over in a storm.
"He didn't come back?"
"Yes, sir, he hasn't been back for a few days."
"Then I'll wait for him here."
She took two steps back and stood directly in the rain.
Uncle Zhou had a complex look on his face: "In case Mr. Yan is not in Jinghai tonight, Miss Yan should call Mr. Yan. If there is any misunderstanding, it will be resolved. Why wait in the rain."
"I'll wait until he comes back."
Yan Qiang stood stubbornly in the rain, refusing to leave no matter how Uncle Zhou tried to persuade her.
She can't leave.
Huo Qi just wanted to punish her and vent his anger on Ruan Yin's behalf.
If she leaves, Huo Qi will treat the Yan family even harder!
He was forcing her to admit her mistake!
Uncle Zhou couldn't disobey Huo Qi's order, but he couldn't bear Yan Qiang, a little girl, to be soaked in the rain like this, so he had to take out an umbrella from the house, open it, and hand it to Yan Qiang.
Yan Qiang didn't answer.
"Thank you, Uncle Zhou, but no, it's late at night, you can go and rest."
"Why bother."
Yan Qiang smiled but remained silent.
Because she had no choice.
The rain on the autumn night was getting heavier and heavier, bringing with it a biting chill. Yan Qiang was already soaked to the skin, and the cold made her tremble.
I had just had a high fever in the morning, and now I was being drenched by the cold rain. The illness that I had just suppressed swept over me again, and even the seams in my bones were filled with cold air.
She bit her lip and insisted.
In a daze, she seemed to hear the sound of a car.
But before she could turn around, her vision went dark and she fainted.
...
When Yan Qiang woke up, she looked at the familiar bedroom and quickly realized where she was.
"How many days have passed since we last saw each other, have you resorted to all kinds of cruel tricks?"
A cool voice came from the bedside.
Yan Qiang turned her head and saw Huo Qi sitting on the edge of the bed with a cold face and mocking eyes, "Why didn't I know you were so delicate?"
A bitter plot?
Just take it as such.
"How could you be willing to see me if I didn't use the bitter trick?" Yan Qiang said.
Huo Qi snorted and looked down at her, "Miss Yan, whose hands and eyes are as bright as the sky, even dares to take advantage of the Huo family, does she need to see me?"
Yan Qiang froze.
Thinking about Yan Ce's phone call last night, she reached out from the quilt and tugged on Huo Qi's sleeve.
"If I say it's not me, do you believe it?"
She looked at Huo Qi, a light flashing in her water-like eyes.
Feeling the warmth as her fingertips brushed against his wrist, Huo Qi lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the thin, white wrist.
This scene looks so familiar!
pity.
Huo Qi pulled back his sleeves mercilessly, and the ridicule in his dark eyes swept towards her like a winter ice knife.
"Believe you? Why?"
He suddenly leaned forward, pinched her chin, and stared into her eyes. The feeling of oppression hit her instantly, "Why do you kick me away when you get tired of saying that? Or what you said, you and Huo Shiqing are just like each other. No, you still want to marry me?"
Yan Qiang's face turned pale in an instant.
"I was..."
"It was already over then!"
Huo Qi didn't want to hear what she said, so he exerted force on his fingertips and moved the hand pinching her cheeks downwards, pinching her jawbone, and gradually moved it to her neck.
He looked at the person on the bed indifferently, "Do you know? Sometimes I really want to strangle you to death! How can someone be as ruthless and ruthless as you? Break up when you say break up, fall in love with him when you say you fall in love with him, etc. He is dead, I just threw a stick to you, and you come to me shamelessly. Where is your arrogance, where is your integrity? Now you want me to trust you? What can you do to make me trust you?"
Yan Qiang had difficulty breathing.
She grabbed the quilt hard and raised her head. It was difficult to even breathe, let alone talk.
Suffocating.
When she couldn't breathe, Huo Qi finally let go.
He straightened up, stepped away, and looked at Yan Qiang who was breathing heavily, his eyes as indifferent as looking at a weed.
Yan Qiang spent the rest of her life with lingering fears.
She sat up with her sore arms, panting and leaning on the bed, with a flash of water at the end of her eyes.
What is she longing for!
Ever since she said those unpleasant words to Huo Qi, she shouldn't have expected Huo Qi to have even the slightest bit of tenderness for her.
"You're right, I did it all."
She raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, and looked into Huo Qi's cold eyes. Her voice was slightly hoarse because she had been pinched across her throat, "I took the photo, and I bought the hot search on Weibo. You I feel sorry for her and just want to vent her anger on me."
She took a breath, her voice sour and choked, "Don't embarrass the Yan family."
