The prison guard had received professional training. Facing Lan Yanyan's out - of - control state, she silently watched Lan Yanyan hysterically cry with her head in her hands. Yet, she still showed a bit of humanity by handing over some facial tissues.
Not far away, Jiang Cong and Bo Yan sitting in the car witnessed the whole exciting scene at the prison gate.
"Hey, I've really never seen someone crying and shouting to stay in prison. This Lan Yanyan must be up to something," Bo Yan exclaimed, with the flames of gossip flickering on his dark face.
Jiang Cong casually leaned on the passenger seat. After seeing a black Maybach approaching from afar, the corner of his mouth curled up. "Shan Liang is here."
Bo Yan subconsciously sat up straight, his sharp eyes as keen as a falcon's fixed on the movement outside the car window.
Lan Yanyan was immersed in her own thoughts and didn't notice someone approaching.
When she finally came to her senses, she met Shan Liang's gloomy and annoyed gaze.
Lan Yanyan shrank back and immediately stood up from the ground, constantly apologizing to Shan Liang. "Sorry, I... I didn't mean it... Don't be angry."
Hearing this, Shan Liang secretly hated Lan Yanyan for being so stupid.
To avoid attracting more people's attention, he roughly stuffed Lan Yanyan into the passenger seat and sped away.
"I wonder why the relationship between Shan Liang and Lan Yanyan seems so special?" Bo Yan rubbed the stubble on his chin, insinuatingly saying.
A dark look flashed across Jiang Cong's black eyes. He gave Bo Yan a look that said "you're not too stupid" and affirmed Bo Yan's speculation. "I'm afraid this Shan Liang has even more unknown secrets."
From their interaction just now, it was obvious that they had known each other for a long time.
Moreover, Lan Yanyan instinctively feared Shan Liang, and her eyes revealed fear, admiration, and infatuation.
Shan Liang, who thought everything would go smoothly as planned, would surely be shocked by this sudden change. What kind of reaction would he have?
Jiang Cong was looking forward to it.
"Go to Shan Liang's company tomorrow on the pretext of investigation," Jiang Cong said and then opened the car door and got out.
Bo Yan was still digesting the information in Jiang Cong's words. Hearing the noise, he stuck his head out of the window and shouted loudly, "Jiang Cong, don't you need me to drive you home?"
Jiang Cong didn't look back but just waved his hand casually.
The weather was getting cooler. The setting sun brought a touch of desolation.
After walking a certain distance, Jiang Cong took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Hey, I need you to do me a favor," Jiang Cong leaned against a thick tree trunk, his slender fingers seemingly grasping the setting sun in the sky.
"What could possibly require you, Professor Jiang, to condescend to ask me for help? Just say it. As long as I can do it." The voice on the other end of the phone promised enthusiastically.
Jiang Cong seemed to think of the little one getting angry and let out a soft laugh. "Help me tutor someone's schoolwork and supervise them by the way."
"What?!"
A shrill and incredulous voice came through.
Jiang Cong, as if he had expected it, held the phone away from his ear. After waiting for the other person to express his amazement, Jiang Cong continued, "I trust you. I'll send you the address later. I hope you won't let me down."
Lan Heng was ruthlessly hung up on by Jiang Cong. Thinking of his instructions, he felt like crying.
What on earth did he do in his past life to be tortured like this by Jiang Cong?
He just couldn't find any reason to refuse.
This made Lan Heng very frustrated.
Jiang Cong acted quickly. A few minutes later, the basic information and home address of Chen Er were sent to Lan Heng's phone.
This completely cut off Lan Heng's chance to refuse.
"Who is it?" Chen Er had just recovered from a serious illness and was as energetic as before. She was even eager to jump around to show that she was fully recovered.
Hearing Chen Er's energetic voice, Jiang Cong knew that she had recovered from her illness.
"It's me." Jiang Cong simply said one word, and Chen Er knew who was on the other end of the phone.
"Did you change your phone number?" Chen Er brought the phone in front of her. After confirming that it was an unfamiliar number, she asked, "What's up? I've already asked for leave from Teacher Xia!"
Jiang Cong's mood inexplicably improved the moment Chen Er answered the phone. If someone who knew him well passed by at this moment, they would surely be surprised.
Because Jiang Cong's eyes were unusually gentle.
"It's nothing much. I just want to tell you some good news," Jiang Cong began to play coy.
Chen Er's curiosity was piqued. She urged Jiang Cong to continue. "Hurry up! What good news! I knew I didn't misjudge you. You still know how to give me some benefits."
Jiang Cong opened his thin lips and passed on the "good news" to the interested Chen Er.
Chen Er: "..." Thank you and your whole family!
Chen Er angrily flipped the table and roared, "Jiang Cong! What kind of grudge do we have? Why are you trying to set me up like this! Ah!"
If it weren't for the space and conditions, Chen Er would probably turn into a roaring emperor and grab Jiang Cong by the collar to express her current bad mood.
Jiang Cong sat down on a bench in the park. Because of the hazy night, some young couples walked hand in hand on the cobblestone path and passed by him intermittently.
"Because I don't like girls who are not good at studying," Jiang Cong blurted out this sentence before he even thought.
Chen Er's anger was instantly extinguished. She obediently replied in a low voice, "Okay, I'll reluctantly agree to it, but! I don't have the money to pay for a tutor. You figure it out yourself!"
After saying that, she hung up the phone in a hurry.
Chen Er touched her pounding heart. Somehow, a feeling of sweetness and peace she had never felt before welled up in her heart.
Was this the feeling of being cared about and remembered?
On the other side, Jiang Cong listened to the busy tone on the phone and habitually turned off the screen.
Then he turned into a cruel exploiter and squeezed Lan Heng, who was on the verge of losing his temper. "I'll pay you for being a tutor. Ten yuan an hour."
Lan Heng had already mentally prepared himself to accept the fact that he had to be a tutor.
Now seeing the text message from Jiang Cong, he felt a lump in his throat. "You're such an exploiter! Do you think I'm cheap labor? If it's so cheap, why don't you do it yourself!"
Despite his complaints, after strongly expressing his deep dissatisfaction with Jiang Cong, Lan Heng resignedly searched the Internet for senior - three teaching materials to prepare for his tutoring life that was about to start the next day.
As the night deepened, everyone was busy in their own way.
After Lan Yanyan was taken back to the apartment by Shan Liang, she cowered in the corner like a frightened bird. Watching Shan Liang pour himself glass after glass of wine, she finally couldn't hold back her concern and said bravely, "Stop drinking. It's bad for your health. You..."