nycdaug Chapter 1309 Let’s Talk About Your Sister First
Chapter 1309 Let’s Talk About Your Sister First
"What do you want to talk about?" Jiang Mubai's voice was as cold as ice, as if it had no warmth at all.
"Let's meet and talk. I know a place where you can tell you all the truth." Qin Yuanqing's voice was a little tempting, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, luring its prey to take the bait.
Jiang Mubai hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed. She wanted to see what Qin Yuanqing was up to.
The agreed location was a hidden private club. When Jiang Mubai arrived, Qin Yuanqing was already waiting there. He was still well-dressed, with a hypocritical smile on his face, which was disgusting.
"Miss Jiang, long time no see." Qin Yuanqing stood up and pulled out a chair for Jiang Mubai in a gentlemanly manner.
Jiang Mubai ignored his hypocritical politeness, sat down directly, and stared at him coldly: "Tell me, what do you want to do?"
Qin Yuanqing was not annoyed. He slowly poured himself a glass of red wine and gently swirled the glass. The red liquid looked particularly seductive under the light.
"Don't be so anxious, Miss Jiang. Let's talk about your sister, Jiang Muxue first." Qin Yuanqing raised a meaningful smile.
Jiang Mubai's heart sank suddenly, and a chill ran from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh.
"You...what do you want to say?" Jiang Mubai's voice trembled a little.
Qin Yuanqing put down his wine glass, leaned forward slightly, and stared at Jiang Mubai with burning eyes: "I know, you have always wanted to know the cause of your sister's death, right?"
Jiang Mubai didn't say anything, but just stared at Qin Yuanqing, his eyes full of vigilance and hostility.
"I can tell you the truth, but you also have to do me a favor." Qin Yuanqing finally stated his purpose.
"What help?" Jiang Mubai's voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded.
"It's very simple, help me deal with Cheng Yunchuan." A hint of viciousness flashed in Qin Yuanqing's eyes.
Jiang Mubai sneered: "You can't deal with him, so you come to me? Do you think I will help you?"
"I know you won't agree easily, so I prepared a gift. I believe you will be interested." Qin Yuanqing said, taking out a USB flash drive from his arms, putting it on the table, and slowly pushing it in front of Jiang Mubai.
"Inside is the last video of your sister before her death, which records the truth of her death." Qin Yuanqing's voice was low and bewitching, like the whisper of a devil, luring Jiang Mubai into the abyss.
Jiang Mubai looked at the USB flash drive in front of her, her heart was full of struggle. She wanted to know the truth about her sister's death, but she didn't want to be involved with someone like Qin Yuanqing.
"What? You don't dare to look? Or are you afraid of knowing the truth?" Qin Yuanqing's tone was filled with sarcasm.
Jiang Mubai's breathing became rapid. She grabbed the USB drive and held it tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white.
"Deal." Jiang Mubai's voice was cold, without a trace of emotion.
Qin Yuanqing smiled with satisfaction. He knew that Jiang Mubai had taken the bait.
After leaving the club, Jiang Mubai immediately returned home, inserted the USB drive into the computer, and the video began to play. In the video, Jiang Muxue was tied up in an abandoned warehouse, covered in wounds and dying.
A blurry figure appeared in the picture. The voice was processed so it was impossible to tell who it was. He approached Jiang Muxue step by step, holding a dagger that flashed with cold light in his hand.
"Please... let me go." Jiang Muxue's voice was weak and desperate.
"Let you go? You killed my sister, why should I let you go?" The figure's voice was full of hatred.
The dagger fell and blood splattered.
Jiang Mubai covered her mouth to prevent herself from making any sound. Tears blurred her eyes. She felt as if her heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
After the video ended, Jiang Mubai slumped in the chair, trembling all over. She finally knew the cause of her sister's death, but she fell into deeper pain and despair.
At this time, the cell phone rang. It was Cheng Yunchuan calling.
"Mu Bai, where are you? I made your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs and will wait for you to come back and eat them together." Cheng Yunchuan's voice was gentle and doting.
Jiang Mubai took a deep breath and tried to control his emotions: "I... I have something to do, I will be back later."
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" Cheng Yunchuan keenly noticed the strangeness in Jiang Mubai's tone.
"No...it's okay, just a little tired." Jiang Mubai didn't want to make Cheng Yunchuan worry.
"Then come back early, I'll wait for you." Cheng Yunchuan's voice was still gentle.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Mubai looked at the dark night sky outside the window, feeling confused and helpless. She didn't know how to face Cheng Yunchuan, nor how to face the next challenge.
Jiang Mubai curled up on the sofa, and the cold touch of the USB drive seemed to spread to her heart.
The desperate look in her sister's eyes before her death flashed repeatedly in her mind, like a blunt knife cutting her heart again and again. The house was dead silent, with only the whistling sound of the wind outside the window like the sobbing of a ghost.
The phone vibrated again, and the three words Cheng Yunchuan flashed on the screen. Jiang Mubai hesitated for a moment, and finally pressed the answer button.
"Mu Bai, why haven't you come back yet? The sweet and sour pork ribs are getting cold." There was a subtle hint of worry in Cheng Yunchuan's voice.
"I... I'm not going back tonight." Jiang Mubai's voice was hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and Cheng Yunchuan's voice became low: "What happened?"
Jiang Mubai bit his lips tightly, trying to hold back the tears that were about to burst out: "Nothing, just... a little tired, I want to be alone for a while."
"Mubai." Cheng Yunchuan wanted to say something but was interrupted by Jiang Mubai.
"That's all. I'm hanging up first." Jiang Mubai hung up the phone in a hurry, threw the phone aside, and let the tears flow freely.
On the other side, Cheng Yunchuan held the phone with a frown on his face. Jiang Mubai's strange behavior made him feel uneasy. He had a premonition that something was happening and he was kept in the dark.
At the same time, in the office on the top floor of the Qin Group Building, Qin Yuanqing was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the night view of the city, with a sinister smile on his lips.
"Jiang Mubai, you finally fell into my trap." He whispered to himself, with a determined light in his eyes.
He knew that Jiang Mubai would not easily agree to help him deal with Cheng Yunchuan, so he threw out the bait, the last video of Jiang Muxue before her death. He knew that for Jiang Mubai, nothing was more important than his sister's death.
Cheng Yunchuan, on the other hand, faced unprecedented challenges within the Qin Group. Ever since he was parachuted in as the vice president of the Qin Group, he had been ostracized and suppressed by the old employees of the company. Qin Yuanqing also tripped him up everywhere, making it difficult for him to move forward.
"Vice President Cheng, this document needs your signature." The secretary placed a document on Cheng Yunchuan's desk.