bullyxtreme Chapter 209 Jiang Qin's expression was solemn.
Chapter 209 Jiang Qin's expression was solemn.
Jiang Qin paused, her gaze almost instinctively glancing towards the doorway.
One of the main reasons she chose to live in the suburbs was because the suburbs offered better privacy. After all, she had faked her death and had less contact with outsiders, which was a good thing for her.
Apart from the house she currently lives in, the other houses in this area are quite far apart.
And since she's near a mountain, there's no road leading there, so it's even less likely that a car would come to her side.
Inside the small room outside, Carlos, who heard the sound of wheels, undoubtedly thought of the same thing.
The young man stood up from his seat, his blue eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of coldness suddenly appeared on his usually sunny and kind face.
Jiang Qin wanted to go back to her bedroom to rest, and Aunt Zhou, who had a strong sense of boundaries, would not stay in the study where her employer worked.
She quickly followed, carrying a plate in her hand, and bumped into Jiang Qin, who had stopped in the corridor and was looking outside.
"Miss, what's wrong?"
The sound of the wheels stopped, but Aunt Zhou didn't hear anything.
Jiang Qin glanced back at Aunt Zhou, her face showing some tension. "A car is coming. I don't know if it's taken the wrong road..."
Before he could finish speaking, his phone vibrated; it was a message popping up in the group chat with the three of them.
The person who sent the message was none other than Carlos, who was currently outside and the closest of the three people in the group chat to the car.
Sister, we have an uninvited guest.
Carlos has Han Chinese ancestry, speaks Chinese, and likes to use idioms when he speaks Chinese.
Jiang Qin took out her phone and scanned the words "uninvited guest," her feelings instantly becoming complicated.
I quickly typed a reply.
In the front yard, in a small, detached room resembling a guard post, Carlos glanced at Jiang Qin's reply, then at the car parked at the door, before pushing open the door and going out.
The small room has one-way glass, so if there is no noise inside, people outside cannot tell whether there is anyone inside.
Inside the car, He Xu was looking around at the buildings in the courtyard, wondering how to communicate with the people inside, and he wasn't sure if the woman Huo Sili was looking for was home.
While he was still pondering, the door to the small room was suddenly pushed open from the inside. He Xu raised an eyebrow and quickly adjusted his expression.
Having retired from the criminal life for many years, I still need to be polite when I'm out and about.
He Xu rolled down the car window and prepared to smile at Carlos.
But before the smile could fully appear, it froze on her face when she saw the other person's face clearly halfway through.
This face...
"Who are you looking for?" Just as my thoughts drifted, the voice of the young man across from me rang out.
He Xu snapped out of his daze and said, "Oh, no, it's nothing, I just went the wrong way."
"You've gone to the wrong place?" Carlos's English accent betrayed a clear distrust.
"Nowhere else leads, how could I have gotten here by mistake? Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"
He Xu: "..."
He smiled and said, "Brother, you've definitely gone the wrong way."
If the person who came out wasn't Carlos, He Xu might have continued to ask questions.
But it was Carlos who appeared, and He Xu felt there was no need to ask any further questions.
This face is exactly the same as one of the enemies he fled from many years ago.
This kid is something else, so if that woman really lives here...
After hesitating for two seconds, He Xu got out of the car, opened the trunk, and took out a bouquet of flowers under Carlos's confused and wary gaze.
"Here's the thing, I actually deliver flowers for a florist. A lady ordered a bouquet of flowers, saying it was to be delivered here to a friend. I'm not sure if she gave the wrong address. Could you sign for it for me, brother?"
As He Xu spoke, he pulled out the pen from his breast pocket in a very professional manner, quickly pressed the button, and handed it over along with the pre-prepared receipt.
A hint of suspicion flashed in Carlos's eyes.
But he grasped the key words.
There was a "lady".
There were two people living inside: his employer's sister and Aunt Zhou.
Aunt Zhou buying flowers... it's not impossible.
Carlos glanced at the flowers offered to him; they weren't roses or anything like that. He reached out and took them.
I glanced at the machine-printed order address, and it was indeed this address. I quickly signed the form.
He Xu was about to leave when his arm was grabbed.
"Wait a minute, if you're the one who delivered the flowers, why did you look so guilty just now?"
He Xu remained calm and composed: "You're tall and a bit fierce, I suspect you have a gun and are about to jump on my head."
Carlos: "..."
He Xu turned the car around and drove away.
Halfway through the drive, he couldn't help but admire his own ingenuity—luckily, when he passed a flower shop earlier, he had thought of this way to resolve the special situation.
Otherwise, he really wouldn't have known how to deal with it in such a short time, since he didn't have anything on him at the moment.
But just now, the other person seemed to be the opposite—he saw that the man had a holster on his waist with a gun inside.
And based on his experience, he judged that the gun was quite powerful.
It's just so strange, why would that person be there as a security guard?
Or is it that the other person is one of the owners of that house, and just had a fight with his girlfriend or wife, and temporarily went to the small room to reflect on his actions? That's why he's feeling so stifled in that small room?
The car turned another corner and stopped. He Xu frowned, unable to understand.
So he stopped thinking about it for the time being and instead quickly contacted someone to check the ownership of the house.
The housing prices here are much cheaper than in the city center, but to be able to live in this kind of house here, your salary is definitely not low, and this state is quite strict in managing people entering the country.
Judging from the surveillance footage, that woman appears to be an outsider.
So, if the other party really lives here, they must have legal work here, or have had it before, in order to apply for a visa, cross the border, and come to live here.
Since there is job information, there is a lot more information that can be found.
And then there was that man's reaction...
They signed for it so quickly, without much hesitation.
It seems there was indeed a woman living in the house.
The information provided is most likely valid.
Meanwhile, at the entrance of the Western-style building courtyard.
Carlos stared at the flowers nestled in his arms for a long time, his mind filled with the suspicious signs of the Asian man from earlier, and the car he had driven.
Then it was confirmed again that the car the other party was driving was quite ordinary, not a very expensive car, and its appearance was also unremarkable, with no special features whatsoever.
In addition, the other person looked quite young. Asians generally don't look old, and that person did seem to be about the same age as him. Perhaps he really was a college student taking time out to earn a living.
However, the other person's attire seemed a bit too formal.
This was what puzzled him then and now, but this doubt was quickly dispelled.
That's right. It's about being presentable and valuing the word. Dressing like that seems quite normal.
It's because he's used to a relaxed lifestyle that he's started to view things through a biased lens.
Then there's no problem.
Carlos carefully examined the flower in his arms, used his smart search to check, and confirmed that the flower was not harmful to the pregnant woman before turning around and going into the house.
Jiang Qin returned to her room, where Aunt Zhou was preparing lunch.
"Xiao Jin?"
Hearing the noise, they looked over.
Carlos's full name is very long, but his Chinese name follows his mother's surname, Jin.
"Hey, you bought flowers?"
Carlos's expression changed.
Their eyes met, startling them.
"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" Aunt Zhou asked, puzzled.
Carlos: "A man just delivered the goods. He said it was a gift from a lady to a friend. I saw that the address on the receipt was indeed this place, so I signed for it, thinking it was for you, Aunt Zhou."
Aunt Zhou protested, "I didn't buy it!"
Carlos's expression was complicated and somewhat tense. "Then..."
Aunt Zhou washed her hands and came over, remembering what Jiang Qin had said about Huo Sili in the study earlier.
Now I became more alert and carefully examined the flowers again.
I was afraid it was flowers sent by that jerk. I wanted to cut them up with scissors and throw them in the trash, but then I thought better of it and put them down.
That's true, perhaps the young lady bought it?
"Miss is tired and resting. Let's wait until she wakes up and then see what's going on."
Carlos was somewhat annoyed, but there was no better way at the moment.
Jiang Qin didn't sleep for long, and she didn't know if it was because she was thinking about the car when she lay down, so she didn't sleep very soundly.
All I can say is that when I woke up again I wasn't as sleepy, but my mental state was still not very good.
After getting up and washing her face with cold water to refresh herself, Jiang Qin came out and saw Carlos leaning against the entrance of the hall, lost in thought.
"what happened?"
"Sister, you're awake." Upon seeing Jiang Qin, Carlos's blue eyes, which had been filled with regret, lit up almost immediately.
He walked over quickly and told Jiang Qin about what had happened earlier.
It was almost lunchtime, and Aunt Zhou was cooking in the kitchen with the door closed, the range hood making a bit of noise.
Jiang Qin listened with a serious expression.
Now that it was confirmed that the flower's origin was unknown, Carlos's expression became even more solemn. From Jiang Qin's perspective, a hint of coldness flashed in the man's eyes.
"Can you describe what that Asian man looks like? How tall is he? What color clothes is he wearing? Is he fair-skinned?"
Meanwhile, on his way back to the branch office, He Xu's phone kept ringing.
A quick glance while stuck in traffic revealed that several detective agencies had sent over their information.
Entering the city, another traffic jam appeared, and it looked like we'd be stuck for at least twenty minutes.
He Xu opened the chat interface, his brain automatically translated the English message into Chinese, and then his pupils suddenly contracted.
【Mr. He, we've found the lady who rented the room. Her name is Jiang Qin, and she's Han Chinese.】