Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 1320: 1319 I don’t want ten million

“I won’t go back with you.”

Whether it was because she was standing behind Wen Jin that Jing Xiaocha gained some courage, or it was Zhang Jinlei’s slap that sparked her fire, was uncertain.

Even though one side of her cheek was swollen and burning painfully, she glared angrily and stubbornly at Zhang Jinlei in front of her.

“If you won’t go back, fine, then you’ll never see your mother again.”

Zhang Jinlei not only threatened with his words but also warned Jing Xiaocha with his eyes.

Wen Jin’s eyes darkened, just as he was about to speak, but then Zhang Jinlei asked him, “President Wen, is it true that there’s ten million for providing a tip?”

Hearing his words, Jing Xiaocha beside them stared at him in astonishment: “Zhang Jinlei, you…”

“What about me?” Zhang Jinlei spoke with scorn and pride. He had originally planned to take Jing Xiaocha back, but now that Jing Xiaocha had fallen into the hands of Wen Jin, she would definitely report him.

Rather than becoming a criminal, it was better to provide the tip himself. In doing so, he could also get ten million and then abscond, with nobody able to find him.

With this thought, a greedy gleam emerged in Zhang Jinlei’s eyes again.

Wen Jin looked at Zhang Jinlei and then turned to Jing Xiaocha behind him, asking indifferently, “Is what you said on the phone true?”

Jing Xiaocha pursed her lips and said softly, “It’s true.”

“President Wen, she’s just a little girl and knows nothing. She’s trying to trick you out of your money, you must not believe her.”

“Ah Jin!”

As Zhang Jinlei finished speaking, a voice came from the roadside. Wen Jin turned to look; it was Lu Zhiyan who had arrived with two police officers.

It’s said that a guilty conscience needs no accuser, and Zhang Jinlei, a thug who had done many bad deeds, immediately shrank back at the sight of the police.

Wen Jin released Jing Xiaocha’s hand from behind him and hooked the corner of his mouth into a slight smile, saying to Lu Zhiyan, who was striding over, “Zhixing, this man wants to provide a tip, but his words may not be true.”

Lu Zhiyan’s sharp gaze swept over Zhang Jinlei, looking at Jing Xiaocha behind Wen Jin, “Was it them who called you this morning?”

His words were addressed to Wen Jin.

But Jing Xiaocha behind him took the initiative to say, “The call this morning, it was from me.”

“Officer, she doesn’t know anything. I’m the one who really knows. As long as you give me ten million, I promise to tell you everything.”

“We’ll talk back at the police station.”

Lu Zhiyan glanced around and saw that people had already gathered.

Zhang Jinlei, for the sake of ten million, cooperated and followed Lu Zhiyan onto the police car. Wen Jin looked at the half of Jing Xiaocha’s face that was swollen and said faintly, “Zhixing, I’ll first take this young girl to buy some ice to soothe her face, and then come over later.”

Lu Zhiyan understood, “Okay, we’ll wait for you at the station.”

“Let’s go, my car is over there.”

Lu Zhiyan’s car was parked by the roadside, while Wen Jin’s car was in the parking lot. Hearing his words, Jing Xiaocha blinked in surprise.

She followed him to the parking lot and came to his car.

“Get in the car.”

Wen Jin told her, then walked around the car, opened the driver’s door, and got into the car.

Jing Xiaocha hesitated before opening the passenger door.

After getting in the car, she didn’t fasten her seatbelt, but instead turned to Wen Jin in the driver’s seat and asked:

“Are you really President Wen of Wen’s Pharmaceutical Factory?”

“Hmm.”

Wen Jin appeared indifferent and calm as he pointed to the seat belt, preparing to start the car.

“President Wen, please don’t drive yet, I’ll just speak here.”

Jing Xiaocha pursed her lips, raising a finger: “Don’t worry, what I’m going to say is true, and besides, I don’t need that ten million from you. Just lend me three hundred thousand and that will be enough.”

Wen Jin’s eyes narrowed slightly, a scrutinous look fleeting across them as he observed Jing Xiaocha.

Jing Xiaocha met his gaze with frankness, her delicate brows and eyes filled with defiance: “I want to borrow three hundred thousand to pay for my mother’s medical treatment and for my first semester’s tuition fees abroad. I will repay you all.”

“We’ll talk about this elsewhere.”

Wen Jin glanced outside the car window and calmly uttered a sentence, then lowered his head to start the car and drive away.

Jing Xiaocha, not understanding why, swayed slightly because she hadn’t fastened her seatbelt.

“You can talk now. As long as the clues you provide are real and they help to solve the case, that ten million will be completely yours.”

Wen Jin spoke in a subdued voice as he watched Jing Xiaocha from the rearview mirror.

Jing Xiaocha nodded, “The person who tampered with your products is my sister-in-law. She’s a janitor at the People’s Hospital.”

“Your sister-in-law, is she the wife of that man just now?”

Wen Jin turned his head, looking at Jing Xiaocha with a slight frown.

“Yes. Oh, I forgot to say, my name is Jing Xiaocha, and the man earlier is called Zhang Jinlei, the son of my stepfather. He’s lazy and good for nothing, always up to petty theft. Half a month ago, I accidentally overheard him talking on the phone…”

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Twenty minutes later, Jing Xiaocha sat in the office at Wen’s Pharmaceutical Factory.

“This is ice. Use it to apply to your face for now.” Wen Jin entered from outside and handed Jing Xiaocha a bag of ice.

Jing Xiaocha took the bag and smiled gratefully at him: “Thank you, President Wen.”

President Wen sat down on the couch beside her and watched as Jing Xiaocha pressed the ice bag against her swollen cheek. Then he took out his phone and called Lu Zhiyan.

“Hello, Ah Jin.”

Lu Zhiyan had been waiting for his call and as soon as the phone connected, his voice came through.

Wen Jin’s lips curved into a pleasant smile. “Jing Xiaocha has spilled everything about the despicable things Zhang Jinlei has done. Zhixing, should I bring her to the police station, or should I email you the details?”

“Bring her to the police station. Zhang Jinlei is making a fuss claiming he wants to provide clues; he’s still thinking about that ten million. Hurry up and come over, I’ll deal with him first.”

Lu Zhiyan sounded cheerful upon hearing there was new information.

“Alright, I’ll bring her with me.”

Seeing him end the call, Jing Xiaocha immediately stood up. She was about to remove the ice bag when Wen Jin spoke up to stop her: “Keep it on a little longer. We’ll go to the police station after.”

“President Wen, wouldn’t taking one less minute delay mean solving the case sooner?” Jing Xiaocha looked at Wen Jin, puzzled as to why he wasn’t more anxious.

Wen Jin did not answer her question. Instead, he stood up, returned to his desk, and began working on his computer.

Jing Xiaocha opened her mouth to speak but seeing that Wen Jin remained silent, she didn’t dare to say more. She held the ice bag against her face and looked around with rolling eyes, taking in the not overly lavish but very tasteful office.

After surveying the office, her gaze landed on the man working behind the desk.

Watching his fingers fly nimbly across the keyboard, perhaps because he hadn’t drawn the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window, his left face seemed to be coated in a layer of faint golden light, with the nose as a dividing line, shrouding the right side of his handsome face in shadow.

The features of his face appeared sharply defined and angular as they were split in two, yet inexplicably, Jing Xiaocha felt that this man didn’t fit her idea of a stoic boss or a CEO type.