nucmednet Chapter 1068 Lord Jing's Journey is Safe
Chapter 1068 Lord Jing's Journey is Safe
At the Governor's Genting High Estate, the summit controversy was finally quelled through the collective efforts of everyone.
As night deepened, the daytime hustle and bustle of the manor faded away, leaving only the sound of the evening breeze and the rustling of leaves.
Ji Yang harbored a deep sense of resentment—at that dinner at the Ritz-Carlton,
They flattered Chairman Feng so highly, hoping to use his influence to find a good match.
As a result, not only did he fail to find anyone he liked, but he was also nearly choked to death by Deng Zhouyi and Gu Ze.
Unwilling to give up, she secretly drove around to Yunding Mountain Manor.
Her sleek night clothes accentuated her agile figure as she arrived at the manor gate.
With a light touch of her toes, she leaped up and nimbly flipped inside, her movements as clean as a night owl.
Using the dense vegetation as cover, she wandered around and soon found her way to the building where Teng Zijing lived, looking up at the window that was faintly lit.
With a slight lift of the wrist, a small device on the wrist "whooshed" out a thin steel wire, which precisely wrapped around the balcony railing.
Ji Yang tugged on the steel wire to make sure it was secure, then climbed up like a swallow, quietly pushed open the half-closed glass door, and slipped into the bedroom.
Judging from the light, only a bedside lamp was on in the room, and Teng Zijing was fast asleep, breathing evenly.
Ji Yang rubbed his hands together, a hint of excitement on his face, and tiptoed to the edge of the large bed.
He leaned down to examine Teng Zijing's sleeping face, reaching out to trace his features.
"Ugh!" Ji Yang's wrist was suddenly gripped tightly, and in the instant he was stunned, he was thrown to the side.
She was startled, but she was not to be outdone. Using the momentum, she flipped over and kicked Teng Zijing in the face.
Teng Zijing was prepared. He flipped over and stood up easily, dodging the kick. Then he swept a long leg towards Ji Yang on the bed.
Ji Yang leaped into the air, spun around, and delivered a flying kick straight for Teng Zijing's face, but Teng Zijing dodged it.
He casually wrapped his arms around her waist and held her legs, then lifted her up in his arms.
"Bang!" Ji Yang punched him in the cheek, but Teng Zijing reacted quickly, releasing his grip and putting the man on the ground.
Although it was said to be a release, the force was not much lighter. Ji Yang rolled over and fell to the ground from Teng Zijing's arms.
Ji Yang cried out in pain, clutching her waist and wailing, "Teng Zijing, are you even a man? Are you trying to kill me?"
The noise in the bedroom woke up Tiger outside the door, and it barked incessantly.
Soon, Deng Zhouyi led Lu Feng and the others in with a "bang," and turned on the overhead light with a "snap," instantly filling the room with bright light.
Everyone immediately noticed Ji Yang, who was dressed in black. The clothes accentuated her sleek and perfect curves, making her truly eye-catching.
Seeing people barge in, she casually struck a playful pose on the ground: "Hi, everyone, good evening!"
Teng Zijing stood to the side, his pajamas open at the neckline, revealing his well-defined abdominal muscles, his face still showing a coldness of being disturbed.
"Get out, all of you!" Deng Zhouyi quickly pushed his brothers out the door.
"Tiger, come here!"
Lu Feng and the others realized what was happening, suppressed their laughter, turned around and ran. Tiger, hearing the call, also wagged its tail and darted out. The door was closed again.
"Have you seen enough? If you have, please leave." Teng Zijing said coldly, pointing to the balcony.
Ji Yang stood up angrily, hands on his hips: "I'm not leaving, let's see what you can do to me?"
Without wasting words, Teng Zijing turned around, opened the door, and called out, "Tiger!"
Tiger darted in with a "whoosh," staring at Ji Yang with his round eyes.
"Go!" Teng Zijing gave a cold command, and Hu Zi immediately pounced on Ji Yang. Although he meant no harm, it was still quite frightening.
"Teng Zijing, you're not human!"
Ji Yang screamed and ran faster than a rabbit, rushing across the balcony and leaping down.
The curtains were lifted by the night wind and fluttered wildly. When I looked again, there was no one on the balcony.
Teng Zijing walked to the balcony, watching the dark figure flash by below, his brows furrowing in a frown.
He turned around and closed the glass door, shutting out the chaotic noise that filled the room.
The following day, on the tarmac near the Hong Kong Police Headquarters, rotor blades stirred up the air, creating a gust of wind.
Xing Zhongxing, Wu Lan, and other members of the public security team, dressed in uniforms, stood solemnly on both sides, maintaining tight control.
Under escort, Chang Miaomiao and Chang Haihe boarded the helicopter with steady steps.
Lu Feng and the others followed closely behind, lining up to board the plane in turn, their movements swift and fluid.
Tiger sat crouching at Teng Zijing's feet, its tail idly sweeping the ground.
Deng Zhouyi stayed close by his side the whole time, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily.
With obvious reluctance on his face, Ji Yang took short, hesitant steps and walked up to Teng Zijing.
Putting aside last night's farce, as if it had never happened, her tone carried a hint of reluctance:
"This collaboration with you was actually quite pleasant, but I wonder if there will be opportunities to work together again in the future?"
Teng Zijing took half a step back, his tone flat but tinged with a hint of sarcasm:
“I didn’t find it pleasant anywhere. Thank you for your guidance these past few days. I still have a chance to go home.”
"Pfft-"
Deng Zhouyi couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Ji Yang immediately glared at Teng Zijing, her tone fierce: "Teng Zijing, what do you mean? Am I that bad?"
She then turned her anger on Deng Zhouyi, shoving him and saying, "What are you laughing at? Is it that funny?"
"Alright, stop fooling around." Zheng Nanyan stepped forward and extended her hand to Teng Zijing. "Brother Jing, have a safe journey."
"Thank you so much, Officer Zheng, for your care over the past few days." Teng Zijing shook hands with her.
Deng Zhouyi also waved goodbye, then turned and followed Teng Zijing toward the helicopter.
Tiger jumped up with a "whoosh" and followed him onto the plane.
Zheng Nanyan stood still and waved to the slowly rising helicopter.
The buzzing of the propellers grew louder and louder as the aircraft gradually rose higher, eventually becoming a tiny dot and disappearing into the thick clouds.
Ji Yang pouted, stomped her foot in frustration, and thought of Teng Zijing setting his dog on a chase.
She said angrily, "Hey hey hey! I couldn't even keep a single man! Auntie, I need to ask for leave to go to Kunming to find someone to date!"
Zheng Nanyan rolled her eyes at her, her tone leaving no room for argument: "You've already exceeded your vacation allowance this quarter."
"Go back to the bureau and get back to work." With that, he turned and got into his car, the engine roaring as it drove away.
"What are you looking at?"
Ji Yang turned around and glared at the team members who hadn't moved yet, and said sternly, "Hurry up and retreat!"
He turned his head away, angrily opened the car door and got into the police car. The convoy drove away from the tarmac one by one, leaving only the wind stirred up by the rotor blades still swirling in place.
With his hands in his pockets and a touch of nonchalant arrogance, Teng Zijing swaggered into the private villa of Kuncheng Fengteng International.
Deng Zhouyi followed closely behind, and the two entered the living room one after the other. They saw the old man still sitting at the tea table, fiddling with his tea ceremony.
"Grandpa, I've accomplished my mission and brought Xiaobao home," Teng Zijing said loudly, his tone carrying his usual arrogance.
Deng Min, who was wiping the table, looked up and saw them. Her face instantly lit up with a bright smile. She quickly put down the rag and came to greet them: "Young Master is back."
“Aunt Deng,” Teng Zijing nodded in response.
Deng Min turned to look at her son, her eyes full of concern: "Ayi, did your trip go smoothly?"
"Mom, everything's going well." Deng Zhouyi nodded with a smile, then looked around. "Where's Aunt Ling?"
"Mr. Teng sent someone to pick up Qianqian's parents, and Aunt Ling arranged for them to stay at the Xingteng Hotel."
Deng Min's eyes shone with anticipation, and her voice was filled with undisguised joy, "We're just waiting for you two to come back so we can have our wedding!"
Upon hearing this, Deng Zhouyi smiled, scratched his head, and looked on with anticipation in his eyes.
Teng Zijing raised an eyebrow, unusually refraining from making any jokes, and simply sat down opposite the old man.
Unconsciously tapping the armrest with her fingertips, the atmosphere in the living room suddenly became lighter.
Deng Zhouyi leaned close to his mother's ear and whispered, "Mom, let's go into the kitchen to talk. Master Jing needs to talk to the old man."
Deng Min understood, nodded, and picked up a rag to wipe the coffee table beside her.
The mother and son tiptoed toward the kitchen, leaving the living room space for the grandmother and grandson.
Teng Zijing took a cigarette from the pack, put it between his lips, and flicked on his lighter with a "whoosh."
The flame licked the cigarette, he took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring. The pent-up frustration in his chest seemed to dissipate somewhat with the white smoke.
The old man sat in his armchair, tapped his fingers on the armrest, and got up to pour Teng Zijing a cup of tea.
He pushed it in front of him and asked in a deep voice, "This trip by the Governor of Hong Kong doesn't look too good, does it?"
“Grandpa,” Teng Zijing looked up, his tone becoming more serious, “the person upstairs can’t be moved for the time being.”
This time, they successfully apprehended the Chang father and daughter, who then revealed the person who had been secretly plotting against me.
However, given the other party's special status, for the sake of the overall situation, we have to put this on hold for now.
The old man nodded slowly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes: "No rush, the time just hasn't come yet."
"Dare to have designs on my grandson? Hmph, you're just waiting to see what happens."
"Li Yanshan suffered in silence regarding the corruption issues uncovered internally this time."
They can't touch them, and they're being suppressed by them. The interests of the senior executives and high-ranking officials of CY Sunac are too intertwined, and they're afraid they won't be able to explain themselves to them.
Li Yanshan had run into a tough opponent and was in a difficult position, inevitably facing meetings, self-criticisms, and written reports.
Teng Zijing exhaled a smoke ring, the tobacco glowing and shimmering between his fingertips. "Fortunately, the bidding project that Jiang Chengyu won was completed beautifully."
They managed to hold the fort for him, and now, no one can easily remove him from his position as Party Secretary.
He picked up the iced tea on the table, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, the bottom of the cup making a soft sound as it hit the table.
"Just wait, tomorrow's headlines in Kunming will be quite a spectacle." His tone was somewhat nonchalant.
But a hint of understanding lingered in his eyes—when the storm rises, someone will always be swept into the whirlpool.
The tobacco had piled up in the ashtray, and the air in the living room was a little tense, yet it also exuded a calm and unwavering confidence.