Chapter 844
My Secretary is a Little Sweet
Translator: 549690339
Zheng Jing patted her hand and comforted her.âItâs okay. Your throat is hurt. It will take a few days to recover.â Donât be in such a hurry to speak, you definitely wonât become mute. Silly girl, youâre overthinking it. â
In fact, he was also afraid that Zheng Lunâs throat would be damaged, because yang Muyan had been disgusted by anyone with a nice voice ever since her own throat had been injured and her voice had become hoarse.
Zheng Lunâs voice was soft and gentle. It was very pleasant to the ears.
Yang Muyan had asked Gu qianyue to poison Zheng Lun to make her mute. The poison that she had given Gu qianyue was aimed at the throat and was extremely vicious.
Luckily, Mu Tong had checked Zheng Lunâs recovery and said that there was not much of a problem. Zheng Lun couldnât speak now because the wound in her throat hadnât recovered yet. She would be able to make a sound when it recovered.
âIf youâre still worried, I can ask doctor mu to take a look at you.â
Zheng Lun nodded her head and agreed.
She felt that it was safer to let Mu Tong check it again, otherwise it would be too late if something happened.
Zheng Jing really wanted to tell Zheng Lun that he had found her biological parents and that he could marry her in the future.
But seeing that Zheng Lun was still not in a good state, he held back his anger.
Mu Tong had told Zheng Lun to rest for the next few days, which would be good for her recovery.
He had to kill Gu qianyue first!
In the evening, Zheng Jing came back to the Zheng family from the hospital. Then he sent Gu qianyue a message and asked him to come to his house.
Half an hour later, Gu qianyue arrived in his car.
He looked very handsome, with fair skin, a medium build, and a slightly thin body. Today, he was wearing a light gray plaid shirt, casual pants of the same color, and coffee-colored casual shoes. He looked elegant and refined, like an ordinary artistic youth. No one could feel the darkness and viciousness in his heart at all.
Zheng Jing was sitting in the living room, making a pot of tea. The steam coming out of the cup blocked the air and sight.
âQian Yue is here? I heard that you like to drink iced oolong tea. Try this one I bought. â
His voice was the same as usual, neither overly enthusiastic nor overly cold, as if nothing had happened.
The lights in the living room were not turned on. The sun was gradually setting, and her vision was already blurry.
Gu qianyue saw Zheng Jing sitting on the sofa alone. He couldnât see Zheng Jingâs expression, but his instinct told him that something was wrong.
A cold glint flashed across his eyes before it disappeared.
âBrother Zheng Jing, why are you home alone? Whereâs uncle Zheng and Auntie PEI? Hadnât Lun come back from Germany? I havenât seen her for a few days. My mother has been talking about Lun for the past two days!â
According to criminal psychology, when a person felt guilty, they would talk more. Criminals would habitually talk more than before to divert other peopleâs attention and eliminate their own anxiety and uneasiness.
Zheng Jing was very experienced in dealing with criminals. He had deliberately created a depressing environment to give Gu qianyue a lot of psychological pressure, so that he would be confused.
As long as they had not received special training like Lu, any criminal would have strong psychological fluctuations.
Lu had no emotional fluctuations after killing people. Even a lie detector could not tell if she was telling the truth. She had always been a strong-willed person. After three years of special training in the killer organization, she had become very strong.
According to Jing Yichenâs investigation, Gu qianyue had never received any special training in this field. He was only good at using computers and was a little smart. But his disguise could be easily exposed by professional criminal Police.
For example, he was already on guard against Zheng Jing. He didnât even sit down opposite Zheng Jing or drink the tea that Zheng Jing had made for him.
Zheng Jingâs face was hidden in the shadow. He didnât answer Gu qianyueâs question, but said in a calm tone,ââWhat are you standing there for? come and sit down.â
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Jing Yichen had always wanted to kill Jing Yiran, but he had held back for more than twenty years.
Now that Gu qianyue was standing in front of him, Zheng Jing felt that he had to use all his strength to control himself so that he would not kill Gu qianyue.
He couldnât even bear it for a day!
Gu qianyue walked to Zheng Jing slowly, sat down on the sofa and asked him,ââBrother Zheng Jing, why didnât you turn on the lights? The sky is already so dark. â
Zheng Jing suddenly smiled. He took a sip of tea and then said casually,âWhy did you turn on the lights? Let me see your heart? Or should I let you see my expression?â
âWhat are you talking about? I donât understand.â
Gu qianyue furrowed his pretty eyebrows and asked with confusion.
âOh, really? Donât you understand this? Alright, Iâll tell you something you can understand. â
The last ray of the sunâs light had also completely disappeared, and the living room fell into darkness and dead silence.
Before Zheng Jing could say anything, Gu qianyue couldnât stand the pressure anymore. He got up and pressed the switch on the wall.
The light returned, and Zheng Jing was standing behind him.
âYouâre scared?â
âI ... I am. I have been afraid of the dark since I was a child. Donât laugh at me, brother Zheng Jing.â Gu qianyue only paused for a second, but soon recovered, as if he was really frightened by the darkness.
âI havenât even said anything yet, why are you so scared? Gu qianyue, I didnât know you were so timid. I thought you were powerful because you were so brutal, but it turns out youâre just a bully. â
Gu qianyue couldnât help but take a step back. His face was a little pale, but he didnât panic.âBrother Zheng Jing, what is wrong with you today? Why do you sound so strange?â
âOh, maybe I shouldnât call you Gu qianyue. I should call you ... Little hai.â
Gu qianyueâs pupils suddenly shrank!
How could this be!
How did Zheng Jing know his nickname?
Shouldnât all the people who know his name be dead by now?
Yes, all of them had been killed by him and yang Muyan.
Oh, no, no, no, there was still that damned Zheng Lun!
Did Zheng Lun remember what had happened in the past?
Gu qianyue panicked for a moment, but soon he realized that Zheng Jing could do nothing even if he knew his name. This could not prove anything!
He gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and said in a sad tone,ââBrother Zheng Jing, you know about my past? I thought I hid it well. The past was too painful, and I forced myself to forget it. â