NOVPUBChapter 344: 336, she brought this on herself_3
Chapter 344: 336, she brought this on herself_3
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What Beijing never lacks are paparazzi reporters, especially the ones who specifically target the aristocratic elite.
The news of An Man’s arrest had spread around by mid-afternoon.
An Zhonghui nearly fainted when he received the news and immediately returned to his mansion.
Enraged, he entered the living room, to discover that An Chong and the others were all present.
“What is going on?” he asked furiously.
As he recalled the way his colleagues were looking at him, and the gossip behind his back, he felt utterly humiliated.
In his entire life, he had never been so embarrassed.
Zhou Qi, crying, ranted, “Zhonghui, you must help Aman, it’s all because of that bastard, Jian Qing.”
An Zhonghui frowned, “What does this have to do with Jian Qing?”
When An Yun arrived, he conveyed the story precisely as he knew it. The last thing they needed at this sensitive time was for his grandmother to stir up additional trouble.
After hearing An Yun’s words, An Zhonghui was furious, “What nonsense!”
Let alone the fact that the old man An was protecting Jian Qing, she didn’t dare to antagonize Jian Qing simply by relying on Quan Jingwu.
Now, she has invited trouble for herself, causing the An family to lose all their respect.
“Zhonghui, Aman knows she was wrong; you have to think of a way to bail her out first,” Zhou Qi, wiping her tears, said.
An Zhonghui, fuming, snapped back, “How can I bail her out? The issue has escalated so much; even Dad has spoken. What can I do?”
An Man was now accused of hiring an assassin for a murder, a huge crime with substantial evidence. How could he bail her out?
“Grandfather, Quan Jingwu said that whoever bails out Aunt Aman is against him,” An Yu, who had maintained silent until now, timidly spoke up.
Her words immediately provoked Zhou Qi’s discontent glare.
“Nobody should interfere in this matter, Achong, especially you, to prevent idle gossip,” An Zhonghui looked at An Chong and advised.
Both of them held significant positions in politics; they couldn’t arbitrarily interfere in the matter. Otherwise, if Quan Jingwu hindrances from behind, they would intentionally court discouragement.
“I understand,” An Chong nodded.
“Contact the police station to smoothen the relationship and try to reduce An Man’s suffering as much as possible,” An Zhonghui said, “And hire a lawyer to follow the normal procedure.”
“Grandfather, I’ve already found someone, but Quan Jingwu seems to have instructed the police station not to compromise, and Zeng Hang just sent a lawyer’s letter.”
Zeng Hang, one of the think tanks, the dedicated lawyer for JK International, is famous in the legal circles for his brilliant argument skills and has never lost a case.
Quan Jingwu sending him obviously intended to completely cut off An Man’s retreat.
An Zhonghui’s face turned a dark green when he heard the news.
After a while, he finally spoke, “Let’s leave it. No one should interfere in this matter.”
Confronting Quan Jingwu directly would only harm them without providing any benefits.
“Achong, try to suppress the reports out there. Once the matter escalates, it will affect all of us in the An family.”
“I understand,” An Chong nodded knowingly.
There are many people in Beijing eyeing the An family. If they give others a handle, being slandered for this incident could have detrimental consequences.
Zhou Qi said in a pale voice, “Zhonghui, are you just going to ignore Aman?”
“How can I help? An Man is facing a murder charge. To help her, Jian Qing herself will have to be willing to drop the case,” An Zhonghui said, his face showing impatience.
Giving An Man a break is miraculous considering Jian Qing’s vicious nature.
Having been scolded by her husband, Zhou Qi finally quieted down and lowered her head to wipe her tears.
For a while, the An family was in chaos.
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After leaving An’s mansion, Quan Jingwu didn’t return to the office. He ordered Shen Hao to send important documents to Shijin Haoting.
Pleasantly put, he needed to heal and spend time with his wife.
Jian Qing, engrossed in watching TV on the couch while he, at her side, was processing stacks of documents.
“Knock knock knock!”
The knock on the door came unexpectedly.
Jian Qing’s eyes flashed, wondering who it could be at this time?
“I’ll get it.”
The man’s handsome big hand stopped her, and he rose to answer the door himself.
“Hello, your delivery is here.”
The door opened, and a young man’s voice rang out.
Quan Jingwu held a pen and signed with a flourish.
Then, closing the door, he returned, cradling a box in his arms.
