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Chapter 101 Did I make a mistake in arranging a marriage?
Jiang He looked at the boss with gratitude, her eyes filled with tears, and her heart filled with lingering fear.

If she hadn't hit the chef with the vase in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable; she couldn't even imagine what kind of misfortune she and her unborn child would have suffered.

A while later, the police arrived at the scene. They were dressed in neat uniforms and looked serious.

The police first carefully questioned Jiang He about what had happened. Jiang He, while sobbing, recounted in detail how the chef had retaliated against her.

The police officers took careful notes and comforted Jiang He from time to time, telling her not to be afraid. Afterwards, the police investigated the scene and collected relevant evidence.

They stated that they would do everything in their power to hunt down the chef and bring him to justice.

After that terrifying night, Jiang He suffered severe psychological trauma. She dared not return to that room, as if the chef's terrifying figure lurked in every corner.

The boss kindly changed her to a different room. The new room was clean and tidy, but Jiang He couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard she lay on the bed.

The image of the chef's ferocious face and the image of him wielding a wooden stick kept flashing through her mind, and her body trembled from time to time due to fear.

She knew this matter wouldn't end easily; the chef's revenge plunged her already difficult life into a deep crisis once again.

But she also knew she couldn't be defeated like this. For the sake of the child in her womb, and to find Lin Yanqing, she had to be strong. She told herself to face everything bravely and not let fear consume her.

In the days that followed, Jiang He recuperated in a small hotel, the bruises and pain on her arm constantly reminding her of that terrible night. She followed the police investigation closely every day, hoping to bring the chef to justice as soon as possible and free herself from this trauma.

Deep down, her longing for Lin Yanqing grew stronger. She yearned to find him as soon as possible and find a sense of security by his side, as if Lin Yanqing was her only salvation in this dark world.

Jiang He finally got a day off. As dawn broke, she set off as usual, carrying a faint but unwavering hope, to inquire about Lin Yanqing at various schools.

The city seemed to be lazily yawning, the streets gradually waking up in the morning light, vehicles starting to shuttle back and forth sparsely, and the pace of pedestrians gradually quickening, but her mind was completely occupied by searching for Lin Yanqing, and she was oblivious to the gradually bustling noise around her.

Before she knew it, Jiang He arrived at the gate of Tsinghua and Peking Universities.

She had never been to this school before. The campus was shaded by tall trees, which stood like loyal guardians, protecting this temple of knowledge.

The students, brimming with youthful energy, were either hurrying towards the teaching buildings with their backpacks or chatting and laughing in small groups. The entire campus was filled with vibrant vitality and hope. Jiang He took a deep breath, preparing to muster her courage and enter the campus to inquire about Lin Yanqing from those young faces.

Just then, a black luxury car slowly pulled up in front of the school.

The car's gleaming surface reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight, making it seem somewhat out of place with its surroundings. Jiang He glanced at it casually, and her gaze was instantly fixed, unable to look away.

The woman who stepped out of the car was Jiang Man, who was heavily pregnant. Her face was beaming with a happy smile, like a flower blooming in spring, and she radiated a gentle glow that was nourished by love.

The person who got out of the driver's seat was Qin Yishen. His movements were gentle and careful as he tenderly supported Jiang Man, his eyes full of concern and love, as if Jiang Man were the most precious treasure in the world.

Jiang He felt a sudden dizziness, as if the entire world was twisting and distorting in that instant. Her eyes widened, unable to believe what she was seeing. Jiang Man had actually been admitted to university, was so loving with Qin Yishen, and even had a child together. In her memory, the trajectory of her previous life was completely different.

"Could it be... that I made a mistake in arranging this marriage?"

Jiang He murmured to herself, her voice trembling, tears welling up uncontrollably in her eyes.

Her heart was filled with mixed emotions, like a spilled spice bottle. Resentment was like spicy wasabi, stinging her heart; envy was like sour lemon, making her smile bitterly; and confusion was like a thick fog, tightly enveloping her and leaving her directionless.

Jiang He stood there blankly, her feet feeling as heavy as lead, unable to move an inch.

She watched helplessly as Jiang Man and Qin Yishen walked intimately into the campus. Their close-knit figures seemed like an invisible barrier, isolating her from another world.

She felt like someone cruelly abandoned by fate; all her past efforts and sacrifices seemed meaningless at this moment, as fragile as bubbles, ready to burst at any moment. After an unknown amount of time, Jiang He finally came to her senses.

Her eyes were vacant, and she dragged her heavy steps as she left the gates of Tsinghua and Peking Universities. She wandered aimlessly through the streets, the bustling crowds rushing past her, yet she felt as if she were in another time and space.

The pain in her heart surged like a raging tide, wave after wave crashing against her inner defenses. She recalled the cold looks and difficulties she had suffered in the Lin family, and the countless disappointments and setbacks she had experienced in her search for Lin Yanqing. What was the point of all this? Was fate so unfair to her? As she walked, Jiang He came to a park.

The park was shaded by green trees and lush with flowers and plants, with the occasional clear chirping of birds, but she had no heart to appreciate the beautiful scenery.

She found a secluded corner and slowly sat down. She hugged her knees, burying her head deeply between them, as if this would isolate her from the world.

Finally, she could no longer hold back and burst into tears. Her cries echoed through the park; they were her angry protest against the injustice of fate and a catharsis of her inner pain.

After crying for a long time, Jiang He gradually calmed down. She raised her head and looked at the sky. Sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves onto her face, creating dappled patterns.

A resolute glint flashed in her eyes, and she silently vowed that no matter how fate played its tricks on her, she would not give up. She had to find Lin Yanqing; she had to find out what was really going on.

She refused to believe that fate would defeat her so easily; she was determined to fight for a future for herself and the child in her womb, even if that future was fraught with difficulties.

Jiang He stood up, gently wiped away her tears, took a deep breath, and rallied herself.

She knew she couldn't wallow in pain and confusion any longer; she had to take action. After leaving the park, Jiang He continued her search for Lin Yanqing.

Every time she passed a school, she would go in without hesitation to inquire, not letting go of any possible clues.

Although the doubts and pain still lingered in her heart, her eyes held a new firmness—an unyielding struggle against fate and a steadfast belief in the future.

As night fell, the city was illuminated by dazzling lights, resembling a sea of ​​light. Jiang He dragged her exhausted body back to the small inn.

"Lin Yanqing, where are you?!"