Chapter 128: One hundred and twenty-eight, recording
Yang Xin’er’s face was ashen as she threw her cell phone onto the table, "Two good-for-nothings! They can’t even handle a child." It infuriated her!
But she knew getting angry now was pointless; if Song Yan Ning hadn’t returned to Yang City, she could have sent someone to deal with her, but Song Yan Ning had already returned to Yang City, and she had no way to start.
Taking a deep breath, Yang Xin’er picked up the phone and dialed out, "Hello! May I speak to Brother Qian?" The people she sent to deal with Song Yan Ning were Brother Qian’s men, and she wanted to ask about the situation of those two men; she absolutely couldn’t let this matter leak out, otherwise, even if the Song family could protect her, her reputation would be ruined.
"He’s here, hold on a moment." The person on the other end turned to Brother Qian, who was playing a drinking game, and handed him the phone, "Brother Qian, some chick is looking for you."
Brother Qian chuckled and took the phone, "Who’s looking for me?"
"Brother Qian, it’s Yang Xin’er. I wanted to ask if the two men you sent have contacted you?" Yang Xin’er started. She had met Brother Qian during her student days, and they had a fling back then, but she had cut ties with him after marrying Yifeng.
That day, as she was rummaging through her things, she stumbled upon a photo from her student days and suddenly remembered Brother Qian. She tried calling him and discovered that, though many years had passed, his number hadn’t changed.
After talking for a long while, she learned that he now had some clout in Beijing, involved in shady businesses, so she thought to have Brother Qian deal with Song Yan Ning. To avoid owing Brother Qian any favors, besides giving him five hundred thousand, she also promised to pay each of the two men who went to kidnap Song Yan Ning one hundred thousand each.
"Don’t you have their phone numbers?" Brother Qian picked up a beer from the table and gulped it down. He might have liked Yang Xin’er once, but now he had money and power, what kind of woman couldn’t he have? Why would he care about a woman who had been married and had a child? If it wasn’t for the fact she was now Mrs. Song, he wouldn’t bother with her at all.
"Their phones are unreachable." Thinking of what Song Yan Ning had said before, Yang Xin’er felt increasingly anxious, sensing that something was about to happen.