317 Mission

Jing Yan’s intuition told him that things were not as simple as they seemed. He turned to He Miao and said, “I’ll send you home first to tell Uncle He about today’s success.”

He Miao was not a fool. She saw Jing Yan’s abnormal behavior at a glance. Frowning, she asked, “What exactly happened? Do you know something? Jing Yan, tell me, don’t hide it from me.”

Chen Zhao stood outside the car. Seeing the group of people following behind him, he reminded them uneasily, “President Jing, some people are coming this way. Shall we leave first or should I go and deal with them?”

Jing Yan calmly glanced at the leader of the group and said, “You send Miaomiao home first. I’ll take care of things here.”

“Alright,” he said. Chen Zhao nodded in agreement. He went around to open the door for him, then got into the front passenger seat and told the driver to drive back.

“Stop!” He Miao shouted for them to stop. She pushed open the car door and got out of the car despite Chen Zhao’s attempts to stop her. When she saw Jing Yan surrounded by a group of people, she felt extremely uneasy.

Flustered, she rushed over and pushed away a few burly men. She squeezed to Jing Yan’s side with great difficulty. Just as she was about to reach out and block his way, she was caught off guard by Mo Ran’s pair of eyes, which seemed to be smiling yet not smiling.

“Miss He, we can finally meet and have a good talk.” Mo Ran handed the sunglasses she had just taken off to her assistant, Lin Fei, but her eyes never left He Miao. “Let’s sit down in the lounge and have a chat.”

He Miao looked up at Jing Yan with uncertainty, only to see a helpless expression on his face. He grabbed her hand and flicked her forehead as if punishing her. “Didn’t I tell you to go home first? Why did you get out of the car?”

“I’m worried about you.” He Miao muttered under her breath and glared at him. She then turned to Mo Ran and nodded. “Sure. How can I continue to decline Miss Mo’s kind offer?”

Mo Tan laughed in a gentle and refined manner. Her beautiful eyes peeked at Jing Yan carefully. “I wonder if President Jing is willing to move?”

Jing Yan put away the helpless smile on his face and glanced at her expressionlessly. “If Miaomiao wants to go, I’ll definitely accompany her.”

“President Jing and Miss He are so loving.” Mo Ran covered her mouth and chuckled. She took the initiative to walk to He Miao’s side, held her arm, and chatted with her casually. They met many media reporters on the way, and when they saw Mo Ran and He Miao together, they quickly raised their cameras to take pictures.

At this time, the backstage of the press conference was in a mess. People from all sides had gathered here just to take a picture of the scene that belonged only to them.

Someone had actually tried to kill He Wei backstage. She was in a terrible state. This made her, who was already at the heart of the storm, the focus of the entire internet news. Everyone’s eyes could not help but stare at her, and the attention was once again raised to the peak.

Mo Ran brought the two of them to her own lounge. She could still hear the noise in the corridor when she closed the door.

She pursed her lips and smiled. After asking Lin Fei to pour a cup of hot tea for the two of them, she leaned back on the chair and looked up at Lin Fei indifferently. “Go outside and check on the situation with Miss He Wei next door. We don’t need you here for the time being.”

“Oh.” Lin Fei walked out of the lounge unwillingly. She was already unhappy that she had to serve Mo Ran like a horse for the entire day. Now that Mo Ran was ordering her around in front of a woman who had a relationship with Xia Yan, she naturally looked angry.

Mo Ran did not seem to care, as if she did not even see this person. She calmly sipped the hot tea in her cup and smiled. “President Jing, President He, I’ve taken the liberty to invite you here for no other reason than to complete a mission.”

“What mission?” He Miao knew that the company she was representing was Chen Zheng, and this mission was probably for Chen Zheng. The only place in Chen Zheng that he had any interaction with was Xia Yan.

As expected, Mo Ran’s next sentence was related to Xia Yan. “I’d like to ask for your help to hide this from the Xia family’s eyes and ears and allow someone to visit Ms. Xia at the hospital.”

He Miao’s eyes turned cold. She frowned and refused, “I can’t do that. Please tell President Chen that Yanyan said she doesn’t want to see him for the time being.”

He thought that Mo Ran would give up on this unrealistic idea after hearing such a firm rejection, but she did not expect her to just smile, put down her teacup, and said helplessly, “No, I just said that there was someone who wanted to meet her. I didn’t say that this person was President Chen.”

“Not him? Who could it be?” He Miao asked in surprise. “Who is it?”

“It’s Chen Xiang.” Mo Ran watched He Miao’s expression intently. She noticed that He Miao had regained her composure after a moment of surprise. She asked curiously, “You know about Chen Xiang?”

“I know,” He Miao nodded slightly.

Back then, she had asked Xia Yan to bring her to a product promotion party and had seen Chen Xiang once. The young lady was petite and looked cheerful and generous, but no one would have thought that she had an incurable disease and could die at any time.