Without the obstruction of Jiang Cong's father, his transfer report was approved soon.
Bo Yan was rather reluctant to see such an important figure leave. "Do you really have to go?"
He looked like a resentful woman abandoned by her husband, complaining about Jiang Cong's heartlessness.
Jiang Cong chose to ignore him. After simply handing over his current work, he left without a trace and headed back to Beicheng.
At Beicheng Airport.
Chen Er arrived at the hall early and was eagerly waiting for Jiang Cong.
Lan Heng stood aside and couldn't help but say sourly, "That guy is really lucky. Even after being away for so long, there's someone who misses him so much. Unlike me."
Lan Heng originally wanted to arouse Chen Er's sympathy for himself, but she absent - mindedly echoed, "Yes, you're right."
Lan Heng got angry. He reached out his hand angrily, pinched Chen Er's face and kneaded it into various shapes. "Tell me, do you admit your mistake?"
Chen Er pretended to be unable to bear the pain and pleaded with Lan Heng in a flattering tone, "I was wrong. I was wrong. Please forgive me. It was a slip of the tongue."
"Humph, that's more like it." Lan Heng arrogantly blew his bangs and loosened his grip on Chen Er's face.
Taking the opportunity, Chen Er quickly twisted Lan Heng's arm, making a "cracking" sound.
Lan Heng tried to resist, but was firmly suppressed by Chen Er with dexterous strength. The pain from his arm invaded his nerves wave after wave. Without any dignity, he bowed his head to Chen Er. "Sorry, boss. I talked too much. Please... Ah! Don't... don't twist. I was wrong. I was wrong!"
Chen Er was quite satisfied with Lan Heng's pig - like screams.
She suddenly let go of Lan Heng's arm, turned her head and delivered a fatal blow to Lan Heng. "I was once the runner - up in the national Sanda competition. Do you know why I wasn't the first?"
Lan Heng timidly shook his head.
Chen Er smiled slightly, leaned close to Lan Heng's ear and shattered his world view. "Because I was only thirteen years old that year. The first - place winner had to accept all kinds of interviews. I thought it was annoying, so I just gave up the first place."
Lan Heng: "..." What an extraordinary woman! So unconventional!
Lan Heng couldn't help but worry about Jiang Cong's future. He even began to imagine the scene where Jiang Cong was unilaterally suppressed and severely taught by Chen Er.
Although, for now, there was no substantial relationship between Chen Er and Jiang Cong.
But Lan Heng firmly believed that, with his years of keen gossip - detecting ability, Jiang Cong must have feelings for Chen Er, and Chen Er clearly also had some special feelings for Jiang Cong, something between male - female affection.
All their bantering was seen by Jiang Cong not far away.
Half of Jiang Cong's face was in the dark, and his expression was unclear. A few minutes later, the jealous Jiang Cong lifted his feet and walked towards where Chen Er was.
A black windbreaker made Jiang Cong's figure look even taller. His hair was neatly groomed, showing the charm of a mature man. As soon as Jiang Cong appeared, Chen Er's eyes were involuntarily fixed on him.
"I'm back." Jiang Cong walked straight up to Chen Er without looking sideways, looking down at the petite Chen Er in front of him.
A shadow fell on the top of Chen Er's head. She looked up and could only reach the man's chin.
Chen Er couldn't help but admire that Jiang Cong was truly a favorite of God. Every part of his face could be called a gift, like a masterpiece of nature.
"Long time no see." Chen Er murmured softly, looking into Jiang Cong's eyes.
It seemed that in this huge airport, only they two existed.
Lan Heng was unwilling to be a background character. He coughed loudly, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere between the two.
"Shut up." Jiang Cong's cold gaze shot at Lan Heng like arrows.
Lan Heng stiffened his neck. "You heartless guy who values women over friends! I've taken care of this little girl for you for so long, and this is how you treat me? Jiang Cong, do you have a conscience?"
"No." Jiang Cong replied casually, completely crushing Lan Heng's self - esteem.
Lan Heng was defeated.
"Let's go. It's almost noon. What do you want to eat?" Jiang Cong turned his head and gently asked.
Chen Er rolled her eyes a few times, trying to think of delicious food nearby in her mind and got deeply entangled.
Jiang Cong saw through Chen Er's tangled thoughts and said in time, exuding the aura of a rich man, "We can try different foods slowly in the future. Don't be so tangled."
Chen Er immediately had starry eyes, but it was for the delicious food. Jiang Cong was unceremoniously ranked second in her mind.
Jiang Cong sighed helplessly in his heart. It seemed that the little girl was really oblivious. His journey to win her heart was still long.
However, he had plenty of patience and could wait for Chen Er to grow up slowly.
But...
Jiang Cong glanced at Chen Er walking beside him, smiling innocently. A dark look flashed in his eyes. All the details that Jiang Cong had deliberately ignored emerged after he returned to Beicheng.
What was the relationship between Chen Er, her sister Chen Huan, and the class teacher Wei Fuping?
Jiang Cong needed time to investigate clearly.
The truth behind this might be deeply buried, and perhaps only Chen Er knew it.
The death of Wei Fuping was Jiang Cong's current entry point.
No one was happier about Jiang Cong's return than Director Wang and Yang Heng.
Director Wang was afraid that after Jiang Cong returned to Beijing and saw the prosperous capital, he would not want to come back to this small Beicheng where there was neither much money nor power.
So Director Wang had been waiting day and night, with several blisters on his lips. Finally, he got the news that Jiang Cong was coming back.
As for Yang Heng, he simply wanted to follow Jiang Cong and learn more case - handling skills from him so that he could handle cases independently and better in the future.
"Professor Jiang, it's really great that you're back. You can take a week off first. If there's something in the police station, I'll inform you." Director Wang said considerately, looking at Jiang Cong more and more kindly.
Jiang Cong nodded without hesitation. "Director Wang, can I check the cause of death and relevant certificates of a person?"
Director Wang let out a surprised "oh" and immediately thought of a criminal case. He asked impatiently, "Is there another case? What's going on?"
Jiang Cong replied ambiguously, "No. It's a personal matter. If it's not convenient, I..."
He didn't want to tell Director Wang the real reason. It was also a way to protect Chen Er.
Before Jiang Cong could finish, Director Wang turned around, took out the key to the archive room from the drawer with trust and handed it to Jiang Cong. "Don't be so polite. We're all a family. I trust you very much. Just tell me directly if you have anything in the future."
Jiang Cong took the key without saying a word and nodded silently.
Hopefully, it was all just his over - thinking.