Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

Fu Chiyan took out a bullet, and Yue Zefu stepped forward and handed him a handkerchief. The blood stains on the bullet were wiped off with the clean handkerchief. Fu Chiyan held the bullet between his index and middle fingers and lifted it up to examine it.

The Nambu-style 8mm bullet is a pistol bullet commonly used by foreign invaders.

There is almost no need to think too much, it is Shinsuke Nakata's man.

The foreign invaders' methods were endless and extremely cruel. They invaded other countries' territories but did not dare to face the warlords in a fair and open battle.

Instead, he took great pains to sneak into Rucheng and assassinate people around Fu Chiyan to vent his anger.

It’s not enough. Nakata will not let it go. The people of his nation are very selfish and stingy, and they will take even stronger revenge.

Fu Chiyan never intended to help Nakata find someone seriously, but he did take the benefits anyway, so it's no wonder that Nakata was angry.

The deceased member of the Fu family was shot dead the moment he got out of the car and closed the door, and blood was left on the car window.

Fu Chiyan's jaw moved, but the movement of gritting his teeth was not obvious. "Yue Ze, send a telegram to Cao Mu in Huaidu."

"Yes."

The troop deployment map that Jiang Qing had given him before came in handy. Fu Chiyan wrapped the bullets in a handkerchief and handed it to Yue Ze, then got in the car. Just as the car drove a hundred meters away, a loud explosion was heard.

Yueze stepped on the brakes in a hurry, and both people in the car leaned forward for a moment.

He then turned the car around and drove back, and saw smoke everywhere. The source of the explosion and fire was the car of the dead Fu family members.

Most of the people around also dispersed because of Fu Chiyan's departure, but there were still a few people who stayed where they were. At this moment, they were lying on the ground. Those who were close to the car had been blown beyond recognition, and those who were far away were blown away by the blast wave and their lives were unknown.

"Fuck, Commander Fu, the person Nakata wanted to blow up was you..."

Yue Ze could feel the heat wave coming towards him even while sitting in the car. There was fire reflected in his pupils, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes.

It was a time bomb. Nakata's men miscalculated by a few minutes. Fu Chiyan had already left in a car. It was a pity for the innocent people who were implicated.

Fu Chiyan was furious at this time. He could understand that Nakata was angry because the person was let go, but he could not understand why he was provoked again and again and even used such despicable means to try to eliminate him.

"Go back to the military headquarters."

His voice was deep, and the storm hidden in it seemed like it was about to pour down.

*

Jiang Qing couldn't get through to Fu Chiyan on the phone, and she felt inexplicably anxious. She put the receiver back impatiently. The housekeeper wanted to say something, but in the end she just pursed her lips.

"I'll go up and rest."

Jiang Qing dismissed the housekeeper and went upstairs by herself, but she did not return to her room. Instead, she went to Fu Jizhong's study.

Ever since Fu Chiyan returned to China and took over Fu Jizhong's power, he no longer used his study room. Instead, he sent someone to seal it up. Even though he was inheriting his father's business, some things were still taboo.

Fu Jizhong's study was locked. Jiang Qing touched the bottom of the rosewood flower stand with a waist and three curved legs beside the door, and a key fell into his hand.

The study had been locked since Fu Jizhong's death and no one had cleaned it. There was a thin layer of dust on it. Jiang Qing closed the door quietly and walked to the desk where Fu Jizhong loved to watch her write. She turned around and a piece of the wooden floor under the corner of the desk suddenly opened, revealing a hollow secret compartment inside.

It was stuffed with countless gold and silver coins.

Jiang Qing took out the silver bills and some gold, then closed the secret compartment. Ignoring the dust rising around him, he sat down at the fine mahogany desk and fumbled with the secret button to open the drawer on one side.

is a picture frame.

Jiang Qing took out the photo frame, looked at it, and smiled subconsciously.

The photo shows a man and a woman with handsome faces. The man on the right has a fashionable side-parted slicked-back hair, revealing handsome facial features. He is wearing a well-ironed western suit. His right hand is clenched into a fist, as if he is nervous. His left hand is loosely supported on the side of the woman on the left, as if he wants to get closer but dares not.

The woman on the left has hand-pushed wavy hair, a maple leaf hairpin in the left side of her hair, and a fitted cheongsam. Her left hand, which is stringed with sandalwood beads, is clutching a handbag. She smiles gently, and her face is about 70% similar to Jiang Qing.

It is Fu Jizhong and his white moonlight, Jiang Qing's aunt Jiang Xiangru.

Fu Jizhong brought her home, not only because she was young, but also for a very important reason: his white moonlight Jiang Xiangru was her aunt.

Survival in troubled times is a matter of fate.

The person Fu Jizhong was unable to marry died in the war. When he became successful and looked back for her, she was no longer there. By chance, he met Jiang Xiangru's niece. Isn't this destined by heaven?

Now Fu Chiyan and Jiang Qing are entangled, and it seems like fate that Fu Chiyan falls in love with Jiang Qing.

Jiang Qing took apart the photo frame and found a pass on the back of the photo.

"Xiao Qi, if I leave the Fu family and Shengyulou is still helping refugees, will the mission still be considered a success?"

[Should... count, right? ]

Xiao Qi scratched his head. In fact, he didn't quite understand the criteria for judging these tasks...

"Then if I leave the Fu family to save more people, and Shengyu Tower is likely to be forced to close due to the war, can the mission be successful?"

[You can try it, Qingqing, because the main purpose of the mission is to let Jiang Qing continue the mission she spontaneously formed, and save people who are as homeless as she was in this era. ]

Jiang Qing nodded, picked up the pass and put it in the pocket of his sweater, then put the photo frame back together, got up and left Fu Jizhong's study.

In the evening, Jiang Qing knocked out the servant who brought food into the room, put her on the bed, changed into the servant's clothes, took the luggage she had packed earlier and left the room. It was windy at night, so Jiang Qing put on an extra scarf to cover half of her face.

Fortunately, there are occasional cold snaps now and then, so this scarf won’t look too out of place.

"where to?"

The guard at the door of Fu's house saw Jiang Qing walking out and asked casually.

"Miss Jiang wants to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from Liuhuazhai. Why don't you go and make some arrangements a day in advance and ask the chef to come to her house tomorrow and take the clothes she needs altered to have altered."

Jiang Qing lowered his voice and tried to use a relaxed tone.

Fortunately, the guard just nodded, exchanged a few words of greeting, and let Jiang Qing leave.

When they reached the intersection, Jiang Qing took a rickshaw and went all the way to the back door of Shengyu Tower.

There was no one in the backyard at this time. Jiang Qing went to the room where Lian Zhong had been recuperating, changed into a new cheongsam, fixed her hair in front of the mirror, and hurriedly left Shengyu Tower.

"Go to the military headquarters."

Jiang Qing handed over the copper coin. She had just asked the rickshaw driver to wait outside the back door.

The rickshaw driver lifted the pole and started rickshawing again.

When they were about ten meters away from the military headquarters gate, the rickshaw driver stopped and said, "Miss, you are not allowed to approach this side. Please walk for a while."

After paying the money, Jiang Qing thanked him, took a deep breath, and walked towards the heavily guarded military headquarters.

She was betting that Fu Chiyan was not in the military.

"Who?"

The guard subconsciously raised his rifle when he saw someone approaching, but immediately put it down after seeing Jiang Qing's face clearly.

"Miss Jiang!"

"Fu Chiyan asked me to come here and told me to go to the prison to identify someone."

Many soldiers in the military heard that Jiang Qing was under house arrest by Fu Chiyan that day. For a moment, they were a little confused when they saw Jiang Qing appear in the military.

Jiang Qing usually came here in the Fu family's car, and this was the first time the soldier saw her walking towards him from not far away, so he was a little hesitant.

Jiang Qing smiled slightly, and his shoulders shuddered unintentionally, "It's still quite cold at night."

The soldier's face suddenly became serious. "Miss Jiang, please come in. I'll have someone take you to the prison." Then he thought of something. "But the commander doesn't seem to be here. Are you sure you want to go by yourself?"

"Well, I'll leave after I finish reading it."

The soldier nodded and called another subordinate to take Jiang Qing to the prison.

The environment in the prison is really terrible. Because of the constant sight of blood, the entire space is filled with the smell of blood, mixed with various unknown smells, which is stuffy and unpleasant.

Mu Qiu was locked up in a room alone.

“Ms. Jiang, this is Mu Qiu you want to see.”

"Thank you, can you open the cell for me?"

"Please wait."

Jiang Qing nodded, and the moment the soldier opened the cell, the handkerchief that Jiang Qing had been holding in his hand suddenly hit his face. Because Jiang Qing was caught off guard, the soldier stepped back and fainted.

Jiang Qing quickly pushed open the cell door. Mu Qiu was sitting in the corner. He was thin and looked a little exhausted because he had not eaten for a long time.

"....Sister Jiang? Why are you here?"