To marry into the family in place of his brother? Impossible!

The police acted quickly.

Sure enough, based on the time calculation, the car was quickly located.

Several police officers stood up, and police cars sped out of the police station with sirens blaring.

The rest is up to time.

Jiang Jinhuan breathed a sigh of relief; only then did the pain in his shoulder return.

Fortunately, it was just a superficial injury.

Jiang Jin Huan said, "Alright, it's all over, let's go back!"

Shen Qinghan said, "No, let's go to the hospital now!"

Seeing this, Jiang Jinhuan had no choice but to stop refusing.

After a series of hospital checkups, it was already past midnight.

These are all superficial injuries; some anti-inflammatory and analgesic medication will suffice.

"I told you it was nothing, you don't need to make such a fuss!"

Shen Qinghan said, "This is called being prepared for any eventuality. What if the internal organs are injured?"

Shen Qinghan's voice trembled slightly, as if she was about to cry.

Jiang Jinhuan was somewhat at a loss, and instinctively pulled Shen Qinghan into his arms. "I'm alright now, aren't I? Don't worry!"

Shen Qinghan nestled into Jiang Jinhuan's arms, her cheeks flushed red without her noticing.

"Come to my place today, it's closer to my house!"

Jiang Jinhuan checked his condition. If he went back now, he would inevitably make Luo Qingyi worry again.

Thinking of this, he nodded. It would be good to stay at Shen Qinghan's place for one night.

On the way, he sent Luo Qingyi a text message, telling her not to worry.

Of course, he didn't mention that he had been attacked.

Although Luo Qingyi was unwilling, she still told Jiang Jinhuan to take good care of himself.

Fortunately, Jiang Jinhuan also frequently travels for work, and has even worked through the night at Xingyao, so Luo Qingyi wasn't too worried.

She just earnestly told him to take a rest and not to overwork himself.

Jiang Jinhuan arrived at Shen Qinghan's house.

Shen Qinghan took out a brand new pair of men's slippers for him.

Jiang Jin Huan was surprised, and found that the slippers fit perfectly when he put them on.

Not only that, but even toiletries and underwear were provided.

Looking at these brand-new, unused items, Jiang Jinhuan asked疑惑地问道, "Qinghan, are these things for your boyfriend?"

Shen Qinghan blushed and said, "It was prepared for you. Have you forgotten what you promised me?"

Jiang Jinhuan thought for a moment and asked, "Is it about pretending to be your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, my mom will definitely be coming over. If we don't even have this, won't we be exposed?"

Jiang Jinhuan suddenly realized.

"So these are all prepared for you, you can use them without worry!"

Jiang Jin Huan didn't hold back either.

After taking a shower, he smelled the aroma of food.

Shen Qinghan was actually cooking in the kitchen.

He was somewhat lost in thought as he watched Shen Qinghan busy in the kitchen.

Jiang Jinhuan was wearing pajamas, but because one of his hands was not in a convenient position, he hadn't buttoned them up properly, revealing his muscular chest.

Shen Qinghan blushed slightly when she saw Jiang Jinhuan.

His gaze swept across Jiang Jinhuan's chest.

"Thank you, Sister Qinghan!" Jiang Jinhuan said gratefully.

"No need to thank me, it's my pleasure!"

Jiang Jinhuan coughed awkwardly, then walked around the room.

Suddenly he saw a photo; it was a graduation photo.

He spotted Shen Qinghan in the photo immediately. At that time, Shen Qinghan looked a little naive, but she was just as beautiful.

He reached out and picked up the photo frame, when suddenly a letter slipped out from inside.

Jiang Jinhuan was stunned for a moment.

He picked up the letter and saw a line of familiar handwriting.

It's Shen Qinghan's handwriting.

The envelope was pink, and the recipient's name was Chen Ran.

Jiang Jinhuan suddenly remembered something Chen Ran had said not long ago. It was something like Shen Qinghan had pursued Chen Ran, but Chen Ran hadn't responded, which was why Chen Ran had questioned him that day.

Therefore, Shen Qinghan and Chen Ran may have actually had something happen between them.

The envelope was beautiful, and Shen Qinghan treasured it so much, so she must still have feelings for Chen Ran.

Thinking about this, Jiang Jinhuan felt inexplicably annoyed.

So, were the clothes and shoes she was wearing really just for Shen Qinghan's acting?

There was nothing here the last time I came.

I bought everything today, even underwear. Are these for myself?

is it possible?

What if it was prepared for Chen Ran?

Considering the timing of Chen Ran's return, it seems these things were prepared after Chen Ran came back.

Jiang Jinhuan gently stuffed the envelope back into the box.

He took a deep breath, and his gaze became firm again.

Silent all night.

The next day, at Xingyao Group, in the president's office.

Song Qingci sat at her desk with an open document in front of her, but her gaze was not on the document.

Her gaze fell on the phone screen, where a screenshot was displayed—a screenshot of the post from the forum.

She has watched it many times.

Looking at these comments, a slight smile appeared on her lips.

She picked up the internal phone and dialed the administration department's number.

"How's the investigation into the post going?"

"Mr. Song, the poster used a proxy server, so we can't find their IP address. But judging from the posting time and content, they should be someone inside the company or someone closely related to the company."

Song Qingci was silent for two seconds: "Continue the investigation."

"clear."

After hanging up the phone, Song Qingci leaned back in her chair.

The scene from that night at the villa involuntarily resurfaced in her mind.

The images were so vivid, so clear that every detail was etched into her mind, like a red-hot iron, burning her until her whole body went limp.

He couldn't help but groan.

She never told anyone what happened that night.

But she knew one thing: she didn't hate it; in fact, she was somewhat infatuated with it.

That day's events were like opening Pandora's box; she knew she could never go back.

There was a knock on the door.

This startled Song Qingci awake.

Song Qingci quickly suppressed the tenderness on her face, regained her usual expression, and said, "Come in."

Sister Qian pushed open the door and came in, holding a document in her hand.

She walked to the desk and placed the documents in front of Song Qingci.

"President, this is the quarterly report submitted by the marketing department, and it needs your signature."

Song Qingci picked up the pen and signed his name.

Sister Qian picked up the documents but didn't leave.

"Is there anything else?" Song Qingci looked up.

Sister Qian hesitated for a moment, then said, "President, did you see that post on the forum?"

"I saw it."

"It says that Jiang Jinhuan has designs on you!"

"I know," Song Qingci interrupted her, her tone calm.

Looking at her boss's expression, Sister Qian suddenly felt that something was wrong.

If it really is a rumor, given Song Qingci's personality, she would be very angry, would immediately have the legal department handle it, and would issue a statement to clarify.

But she didn't; she was calm, unusually calm.

Even now, she hasn't taken any action, as if she's deliberately letting this situation develop unchecked.

Or perhaps he likes it when people say that.

"President, you're not angry?" Sister Qian asked tentatively.

Song Qingci tapped her fingers lightly twice on the table.

She looked at Sister Qian, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said something that almost made Sister Qian's jaw drop.

"Angry? Why are you angry?"