After Divorce, My Ex-Wife Became My Creditor - Chapter 29 - Han Han Han Han Qian?

As Yan Qingqing was leaving work, she ran into Han Qian outside. Han Qian rubbed his stomach and whispered, “Is there food at the banquet?”

“Buffet.”

“Free, right?”

“You penny-pincher, go start the car!”

Yan Qingqing had a knack for conversation-efficient and straightforward, not one to fuss over details.

Having driven Wen Nuan’s Alfa Romeo before, Han Qian found switching to the larger Raptor a bit unsettling. The accelerator was sensitive; a light touch could send the speed soaring to around 80. Before getting in, Han Qian handed Yan Qingqing a file of little importance, hoping for a quieter ride.

But he underestimated Yan Qingqing’s sharp mind. Today, she wasn’t dressed like a temptress; instead, she wore a white floral-collared blouse, a sleek blue suit, cropped trousers paired with white heels about four or five centimeters high, and her burgundy hair casually tied up. Her subtle makeup transformed her into someone entirely different.

“Keep your eyes on the road, not me! Watch the lights!”

Such a cunning woman, yet she had a mouth that never stopped. When God opens a door for you, he surely closes a window. Han Qian sighed softly and focused on driving. After about ten minutes, Yan Qingqing spoke again.

“Han Qian, I think I get it. You still want to run a mall, just not selling clothes and such. But you see, the wholesale market and Building Materials Market across the street are only two-story buildings, and we’re on this side of the road. The wholesale market is the first choice for customers, and then they go to RT-Mart for snacks and groceries. They won’t choose our mall; the direction is wrong, and we can’t compete with RT-Mart’s prices.”

“I know, two stories are too few. The design is for a four-story building. I calculated, the height should be sufficient. We won’t have any conflict with RT-Mart or Fortune Street. I’m a novice driver, so please don’t distract me.”

“Are you really that confident? Han Qian, give me something solid, I’m begging you.”

“The Patriot Bazaar plan was entirely my work. I sold it for money. Is that answer enough?”

Yan Qingqing was stunned, tilting her head to look at Han Qian with suspicion. The Patriot Bazaar was formerly Changxiang Department Store, facing imminent closure due to competition from Rongyao Department Store and Old Department Store. Then Changxiang suddenly revamped, renaming itself Patriot Bazaar, not only saving the mall from shutting down but also earning praise from the government, which claimed Changxiang Group cared for the common people and wasn’t just chasing profits. Consequently, Patriot Bazaar’s applications were fast-tracked.

Han Qian planned it?

Yan Qingqing was somewhat skeptical. At that moment, Han Qian gave a self-deprecating laugh, looking at the red light ahead, and took a cigarette from his pocket, placing it between his lips with a scoff.

“Three years ago, in the fall, wasn’t Changxiang’s Legal Department busy with a case? Then suddenly, the case was suppressed and went unresolved. Want me to tell you the details?”

Click.

Yan Qingqing produced a lighter from somewhere and lit the cigarette at Han Qian’s lips, shaking her head slightly as she put the lighter away.

“I don’t want to know, and you shouldn’t tell me. I’m crazy, so I don’t want to provoke another lunatic. A woman shouldn’t easily be curious about a man.”

Han Qian opened the window, took a deep drag of the cigarette, and tossed the remainder out the window. He pressed down on the accelerator, and the Raptor roared like a wild beast as it surged forward. He remembered something: tonight, Wen Nuan would be at the banquet, and Lin Zongheng would be there too.

They’re going to meet!

The car stopped at the main entrance parking lot, and Han Qian opened the door and got out. Suddenly, a black Mercedes sports car drew a black arc and stopped beside the Raptor. The door opened, and Wen Nuan stepped out from the passenger seat, wearing the white fairy-style dress Han Qian had given her. In Wen Nuan’s eyes, Han Qian saw a mix of deep concern and anger.

She almost collided with Han Qian.

Han Qian had indeed gone to Rongyao; there weren’t many red Raptors in the city.

The driver’s side door opened, and a handsome man with slicked-back hair and chiseled features stepped out. He fastened his suit buttons and jogged around the front of the car, urgently asking.

“Nuan.”

Han Qian’s expression instantly turned grim. From this intimate address, he already knew the man’s identity. Lin Zongheng looked Wen Nuan up and down and then noticed Wen Nuan’s angry gaze fixed on the man in front of her.

Lin Zongheng immediately shouted.

“Are you blind? When you open the car door, don’t you check if there’s a car? If a lousy driver hits you, you deserve it.”

Lin Zongheng wanted to stand up for Wen Nuan. As the future chairman of Changxiang Group, how could he not understand his opponent? Wen Nuan knew this red Raptor belonged to Yan Qingqing, and so did Lin Zongheng. He wouldn’t think Han Qian was a high-level executive because Yan Qingqing wouldn’t allow anyone else to touch her car, especially not a man. Yan Qingqing had a significant backing.

Han Qian ignored Lin Zongheng, grinning at Wen Nuan. At this moment, the Raptor’s passenger door swung open, and a mocking voice came through.

“Oh? I wondered who was strutting around in front of our Qian. Turns out it’s Lin Zongheng! My apologies. Want to have a little collision? See if your lousy Mercedes is tougher or my red beauty is sturdier?”

Our?

Qian?

Cold sweat trickled down Han Qian’s forehead. He noticed Wen Nuan’s expression had changed. The worry was gone, replaced by eyes full of anger and fury, glaring at Han Qian. Wen Nuan gritted her teeth and spoke in a low voice.

“Whose?”

To prevent a conflict between Han Qian and Lin Zongheng, Wen Nuan hadn’t mentioned Han Qian’s name. But Yan Qingqing had already walked up to Han Qian, linking arms with him, smiling.

“Of course, Han Qian is ours. What? Vice President Wen knows Han Qian?”

Han Han Han Han Han Qian?

Lin Zongheng’s face showed astonishment. He recalled Wen Nuan’s hurried exit from the car and remembered the guy who had boasted on the phone the day before. Various images flashed in Lin Zongheng’s mind, and anger surged. Was this the guy who had beaten him to it?

Lin Zongheng swung his fist straight at Han Qian’s face, thinking that dealing with a troublemaker like him wouldn’t cause much trouble.

“Lin Zongheng!”

Seeing Lin Zongheng make a move, Wen Nuan shouted angrily. But by then, the fist was already close to Han Qian, and before he could react, it landed on his face. In pain, Han Qian didn’t hesitate and kicked Lin Zongheng in the stomach. Who cares about titles like president? We’re all just people with one head and two legs. Why should I be afraid of you?

Wen Nuan stopped Lin Zongheng from retaliating, while Yan Qingqing had already taken off her high heels and raised them high, ready to smash his head if he dared to advance. Han Qian was now part of her company and someone she needed to pay attention to. She also recalled hearing about Han Qian’s name before.

Wen Nuan stood in front of Lin Zongheng, facing away from Han Qian, with a stern expression.

“President Lin, do you really want people to laugh at Changxiang? Look around, where do you think we are!”

“But Nuan, he…”

“This is between me and him.”

Lin Zongheng took a deep breath, dusted off his clothes, and gave Han Qian a cold stare before heading towards the main entrance of the Wijing Hotel. Wen Nuan turned to look at Han Qian, noticing his slightly swollen right cheek, glanced at Yan Qingqing, and then walked away.

Han Qian’s gaze was icy, fixated on Lin Zongheng’s retreating figure, unable to snap out of it for a long time. Yan Qingqing put on her high heels and laughed sweetly.

“The name Han Qian sounded familiar when I heard it. Turns out you’re the man who suddenly married Vice President Wen three years ago. That wasn’t a secret in the upper circles. Tsk, tsk, tsk! An ex-husband meeting an old flame-how interesting. Your ex-wife is quite interesting too, not speaking to you for fear I’d guess your relationship? Tsk, tsk, tsk, silly enough to be annoying.”

Han Qian slowly turned his head, his face ashen. Yan Qingqing immediately raised her hand and spoke with a hint of grievance.

“Hey, hey, hey? I’ve been helping you all along.”