Jiang Chiyan spoke with absolute certainty.
He was a lawyer, meticulous and rigorous.
When the police took his statement, he did not reveal the slightest flaw, either.
After the police left.
Jiang Chiyan stood alone at the end of the hospital corridor and made a call.
Number: 186****3521.
Contact note: Lu Yanzhi (psychologist).
The moment the call went through, Lu Yanzhi answered. "What?"
Jiang Chiyan dispensed with pleasantries and went straight to the point. "Are you at the hospital?"
Lu Yanzhi slurped a mouthful of instant noodles. "Yeah."
Jiang Chiyan said, "Come out for a minute. I'm in the fourth-floor corridor."
Lu Yanzhi said, "Fuck! My office is right on the fifth floor. Don't you have legs??"
Jiang Chiyan said, "Sorry, I'm a clean freak. I don't go into dumps."
Lu Yanzhi's office was full of instant noodle containers.
He could not be bothered to clean them up.
Lu Yanzhi came out reluctantly. "Jiang Chiyan, if you weren't my childhood friend, I'd shove you into a flowerpot and show you what a vegetative person really is!!"
Jiang Chiyan asked, "Has Xiao Cheng come to you for counseling?"
Many actors and celebrities had their own psychological counselors.
Jiang Chiyan had introduced Lu Yanzhi to Xiao Cheng six years ago.
Xiao Cheng's brutality and bloodlust today had made Jiang Chiyan feel that something was wrong.
He told Lu Yanzhi about Xiao Cheng's abnormal behavior.
Lu Yanzhi knitted his brows. "I've hypnotized Xiao Cheng a few times before."
"He has one untouchable point."
"Once it's touched, he becomes obsessive, extreme, violent, and murderous."
"He's too guarded. I was afraid of causing neurological damage, so I never dared to force my way in to find out what that untouchable point was."
"But judging by what you've told me, I'm afraid that untouchable point..."
"Is you."
The corners of Jiang Chiyan's lips moved.
Before he could speak, Lu Yanzhi waved a hand. "Chiyan, I can't tell you any more about Xiao Cheng's condition."
"There are rules in our profession."
Jiang Chiyan nodded in understanding.
He did not ask any more questions.
After leaving the hospital, Jiang Chiyan received a call.
"Hello, I'm Su Jing's faculty adviser. Are you her guardian?"
"I am," Jiang Chiyan said, putting on his headset.
Jiang Chiyan had attended all of Su Jing's parent-teacher meetings in her final year of high school.
After she entered university, she had also put Jiang Chiyan's number on her guardian information form.
Still, Jiang Chiyan was a little surprised that a faculty adviser would call a university student's guardian.
"Su Jing... something has happened. If you're available, please come over now," the adviser said with some difficulty.
Jiang Chiyan's expression darkened.
It was a fifty-minute drive from the hospital to Su Jing's university, but Jiang Chiyan got there in thirty.
Su Jing's university was also his alma mater.
Knowing his way around, Jiang Chiyan headed straight for the administration building.
He had only just reached the door of the adviser's office when he heard Su Jing's voice.
"I never stole anything from you!"
"I'm interning at Xiao Cheng Studio. That autographed T-shirt was mine to begin with!!"
"Even if you revoke my recommendation for postgraduate admission, I still didn't steal anything!"
"If you revoke it, I'll buy ten trending topics a day and keep you trending every single day!"
"Let everyone online see how the finance bureau director's daughter bullies people!"
"And Tu Wei, you're the one who came here to falsely accuse me. What the hell are you crying for? Playing the victim??"
"Your hair looks like a toilet lid and already attracts flies. Now you're crying, too? Stay away from me!"
Su Jing was like a submachine gun.
Every bullet in her burst hit a vital spot.
Jiang Chiyan nearly laughed aloud as he listened.
Inside, Tu Wei's eyes were red, and she was so angry she nearly fainted.
She looked at the middle-aged man beside her, her father's secretary. "Uncle Sun, look... this is how she always bullies me in the dorm!"
Secretary Sun glanced at Su Jing.
Everything she wore put together cost less than a thousand yuan.
She probably had no powerful connections.
Secretary Sun looked at the faculty adviser and lowered his voice to exert pressure. "Mr. Li, giving a demerit to a student who steals and has such poor character wouldn't be excessive, would it?"
Su Jing's expression turned cold.
A demerit on her record would affect both her job prospects and her chances of entering the civil service.
Fuck!
What a fucking vicious move!!
Mr. Li remained silent for a long moment, saying nothing.
Su Jing was this year's Student Union president. She was no fool.
If she dared to confront an official's daughter like this, she must have something up her sleeve.
Seeing that Mr. Li said nothing, Secretary Sun turned back to Su Jing. "Miss Su, admit that you stole it, apologize publicly to Tu Wei, and show some sincerity. We're not unreasonable."
"What kind of sincerity?" Su Jing sneered.
Secretary Sun said, "Wrongdoing deserves punishment. As for your recommendation for postgraduate admission, you should..."
Su Jing scoffed. "There are thirty recommendation spots, and Tu Wei ranks thirty-first. If you want me to make room for her, why not just say so?"
Secretary Sun's face darkened. "Don't throw our goodwill back in our faces. I hear you're a wild girl with no parents to keep you in line, and a man has been keeping you since high school? If that gets out..."
Before Secretary Sun could finish, a pleasant male voice suddenly interrupted him.
"And what if it gets out?" Jiang Chiyan strode in on his long legs.
Secretary Sun's expression changed.
He stepped forward, his smile creasing his entire face. "L-Lawyer Jiang, what brings you here?"
Among the wealthy young men of the Demon Capital, there was someone no one could afford to offend: Jiang Chiyan.
Secretary Sun had once seen his superior fawn over Jiang Chiyan, not even daring to breathe too loudly in his presence.
So he was afraid of Jiang Chiyan.
Terribly afraid.
Jiang Chiyan reached out and rested a hand on Su Jing's shoulder. "You're very interested in the fact that I support my younger sister?"
"Brother..."
Su Jing's eyes stung a little.
Jiang Chiyan smiled. "Silly girl, you didn't call me when someone was bullying you. Why call me now?"
Beside them, Secretary Sun went rigid all over. "Lawyer Jiang... Su Jing... is your younger sister? But isn't her surname..."
Jiang Chiyan acted as though he had not heard him.
He did not even lift his eyelids.
He gave a lazy yawn and remarked, "If only being an idiot were covered by health insurance."
Secretary Sun's face alternated between green and white.
Jiang Chiyan turned and asked Tu Wei, "You just said Su Jing stole that T-shirt autographed by Xiao Cheng from you?"
Tu Wei's face flushed red, and she stiffened her neck. "Yes! She took it while I was out of the dorm!"
There weren't any surveillance cameras in the dorm anyway.
There was no evidence!!
Jiang Chiyan smiled and made a WeChat call to Xiao Cheng. "Are you busy?"
Xiao Cheng had just finished an interview. "No."
Jiang Chiyan earnestly sought his permission. "May I put you on speaker?"
Without a second thought, Xiao Cheng answered obediently, "Sure."
Jiang Chiyan turned on the speaker and held the phone out to Su Jing. "Your idol."
Su Jing and Jiang Chiyan understood each other perfectly.
She grabbed the phone.
"Brother Cheng, I want another twenty of those autographed T-shirts from last time!"
"...Send me the address. I'll sign them and mail them to you."
"Brother Cheng, I couldn't get tickets for your second concert tour!"
"...Floor seats. Would five be enough? Ten?"
"Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng, um... the merchandise for your last movie is out of production, but I still want some!"
"...I'll have my assistant arrange it. Tell your brother what you want."
Su Jing's eyes sparkled. "Brother Cheng, I love you so..."
"What did you say?" Jiang Chiyan narrowed his eyes.
Su Jing instantly backed down. "I mean, um... Brother Cheng, thank you so much."
Jiang Chiyan took the phone, exchanged a few words with Xiao Cheng, then hurriedly hung up.
With so many people around, he neither flirted recklessly nor said anything jealous.
Xiao Cheng, who had served as their handy tool only to be hung up on, thought for a moment, then tapped open the Baidu app on his phone.
He typed into the search bar: How do I win over my husband's younger sister?
(Husband's younger sister: the younger sister of one's husband.)
After typing it, he deleted it again, one character at a time.
His face burned fiercely.
What was he thinking??