Secretary Jiang throws out the divorce papers, and President Huo loses control with red eyes.

Chapter 211 Horstley Takes Everything In

"Sister, do you know that person?"

In the courtyard of a villa in the suburbs, Carlos, having carefully described He Xu's situation to Jiang Qin, cautiously looked at her.

Jiang Qin looked very serious.

After a long pause, she nodded. "I guess so."

But it's uncertain if it's him.

Carlos pursed his lips slightly, about to say something, when Aunt Zhou finished cooking the dishes in the kitchen.

The kitchen door opened, and someone came out carrying a tray.

"Miss, would you like to wash your hands and eat first?"

Just then, her stomach growled, and Jiang Qin looked away to glance at Aunt Zhou.

"it is good."

He turned back and glanced at Carlos, who was much taller than him, and said, "Let's eat first. I'll handle this."

Carlos opened his mouth, then closed it, his eyes filled with renewed regret, his emotions more intense than before.

If flowers shouldn't be accepted, at the very least, the person who accepted them should have been caught.

Jiang Qin's worries were so obvious that Carlos was almost certain that the person was no good.

The three of them ate in silence, the atmosphere a little strange.

Aunt Zhou glanced at Carlos, then at Jiang Qin, but didn't say anything.

They ate quietly.

After the meal, Aunt Zhou went to clean up the dishes, Carlos went out to work, and Jiang Qin dialed Song Xinye's number.

Song Xinye was busy. After coming here, they kept in touch, but not often. It was only occasionally, and most of the time, it was the other party who took the initiative to ask about her situation before they would talk about their recent lives.

Therefore, when Jiang Qin called, Song Xinye raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised.

Then came the seriousness and tension. He was in the middle of a meeting with a group of senior executives when his phone rang. He glanced at the contact name, grabbed it immediately, and quickly swiped to answer.

The men sitting on either side of the cold, hard marble office desk were quite surprised to see this.

However, no one dared to say anything, and those who did speak up wisely kept their mouths shut.

"Hey, Qinqin, what's wrong?"

"Brother Song, could you please arrange for a few reliable bodyguards to come over? I can pay to hire them—it seems like Huo Sili's men have spotted me."

Hearing that Huo Sili's men seemed to have discovered me, Song Xinye frowned.

However, upon hearing Jiang Qin's words, Song Xinye gave a good-natured smile. "Qinqin, why are you being so polite with me? Taking care of you is what I should do. If it weren't for Grandma and you, Song Xinye wouldn't exist today."

"Alright, don't worry, I'll handle this. I'll arrange for the people to go directly from here. It'll take a little over an hour. I haven't seen you in a while, so I'll go over there after get off work today."

Jiang Qin paused slightly, her heart enveloped in warmth. However, due to her heightened emotional state during pregnancy, her eyes immediately welled up with tears at Song Xinye's words, "If it weren't for Grandma and you, Song Xinye would no longer exist."

The call didn't last long. After Jiang Qin thanked him, Song Xinye took over the conversation himself.

He said he would make arrangements now, so that's how it is for now. Not long after it ended, a message came over.

The arrangements have been made.

Jiang Qin went out and told Carlos about it, then returned to her study to continue painting.

Carlos showed no outward change upon hearing the news, but the fleeting complexity in his eyes betrayed him.

More than an hour later, several tall and burly men arrived.

Carlos and the group of people who should have called him "uncle" stared at each other wide-eyed.

Everyone: "..."

"Carlos? This, this is the legitimate job you found?"

Carlos gave a forced, insincere smile.

He put his index finger to his lips and said, "Shh."

Several burly men: "..."

Jiang Qin, who was in the study, was unaware of the commotion in the courtyard, but she trusted the people Song Xinye had arranged.

Thinking that Carlos has a good personality, he probably won't have any problems getting along with the others.

To my surprise, when I came out of the study in the evening and went to the front yard to get to know people, I saw several grown men who seemed to know Carlos very well, as if...

family.

Jiang Qin found the idea a bit strange, but compared to other colleagues who couldn't stand each other, this scenario was undoubtedly quite good, at least they got along harmoniously.

After glancing at his phone, Song Xinye said they were almost there.

Jiang Qin walked towards the door, intending to greet Song Xinye.

During her time traveling from China to abroad, Song Xinye helped her a lot. Their past friendship deepened during this period of contact, especially since Song Xinye had been saved by her grandmother, Xiao Yuxiu, and had stayed at her house.

Jiang Qin naturally came to regard Song Xinye as family, especially since they were in a foreign country with mostly unfamiliar surroundings, which made their relationship even closer.

"Sister." Noticing Jiang Qin coming out of the house, Carlos habitually called out to her.

Jiang Qin nodded and got to know the six burly men sent by Song Xinye, memorizing their names.

Then, during this time, it was noticed that the men were carrying guns, and not just one, but more than one handgun.

Her courtyard wasn't particularly large, and with Carlos there were seven people in total. Coupled with electronic surveillance, it was practically under tight security.

The sense of security is so overwhelming that it's almost too much of a show.

However, this was abroad, and in the suburbs, so Jiang Qin didn't want to put herself in danger.

So what if she's all showy? She doesn't care anymore.

Jiang Qin naturally anticipated that Song Xinye's car would, by sheer bad luck, run into Huo Sili's car on its way there.

Horstley had convinced himself not to go.

But in the afternoon, his heart felt like it was being bitten by some insect. He couldn't control his desire to see Jiang Qin. If he kept holding it in, he felt like he was going to go crazy.

So, after finishing his business, he still asked He Xu to drive him over.

Of course, he didn't ask for much; he simply wanted to catch a glimpse of Jiang Qin from afar.

Even if I can't see Jiang Qin, I still want to see the environment where she lives, and know if she is doing well and if she is happy.

But little did anyone know that on this very journey, while stuck in traffic, Horstley vaguely spotted a familiar face in the back seat of the car to his side.

He certainly remembered that man.

At that time, he had eaten with his Qinqin.

That day, Yuan Lianqing secretly took photos of the two of them and sent them to him, hoping to make him misunderstand. And he was indeed extremely jealous.

He went to find her, but he didn't get what he wanted. Instead, he saw that she and the other person seemed to have a very good relationship.

The routes of the two cars gradually overlapped.

Horst's face grew increasingly dark.

He Xu, who was in the driver's seat, did not notice anything unusual about Huo Sili in the back seat until they started driving and realized that the car in front of them was taking the exact same route.

He Xu's expression became complicated.

He had just been to the place where Jiang Qin rented an apartment today. He naturally remembered that area. The surrounding houses didn't follow this route, so the conclusion was easy to reach—

This car is heading to where my wife is.

So, what does that mean? Does your wife... have a new lover?

He Xu hadn't drunk any water, but thinking about this almost made him choke on his own saliva.

"Cough cough...! Hmm."

He quickly cleared his throat, trying to cover it up, when suddenly, a voice unexpectedly came from behind him—

"parking!"

His tone was chilling.

This is the suburbs; apart from the car in front, there are no other cars behind.

The regulations here are not as strict as in China. He Xu pulled the car over to the side of the road and unlocked it.

Huo Sili pushed open the door and walked forward step by step with a dark face.

He Xu didn't chase after them, but a somewhat daring image popped into his mind—

To be honest, looking at President Huo like that, he really does look quite pitiful.

However... thinking about what Huo Sili had done, and how he had gradually pushed Jiang Qin away.

He Xu felt absolutely no sympathy for her.

He opened the car drawer, attached the gun, locked the car, and then followed.

Ahead, Song Xinye's car was parked directly in the open space outside the courtyard.

Carlos was completely speechless.

"Uncle Song?"

Upon hearing the sound, Song Xinye glanced at Carlos, raised an eyebrow, and gave a complicated look, as if confirming, "Little Jin?"

Jiang Qin's eyes widened.

But in that instant, they undoubtedly understood something. So, they all knew each other, no wonder they seemed to be quite familiar with each other just now.

"Yes, it's me." Carlos smiled somewhat awkwardly, then looked at Jiang Qin.

Jiang Qin also came to her senses and smiled at Song Xinye: "It's good that you all know each other. Come in and eat first. Aunt Zhou has made a lot of dishes."

Although there is a range hood, the aroma of the food still wafts out with the wind.

While I was cooking, several burly men were getting hungry. "Miss, can we have a bite?"

"I've heard that Chinese food is really delicious!"

They were speaking Chinese, and although their accent sounded strange, you could tell they were genuinely craving it.

Jiang Qin hesitated, after all, there were too many people—six grown men plus herself, Song Xinye, Aunt Zhou, and Carlos.

There were clearly not enough seats in the room, and it would be impossible to eat if everyone was crammed together. In addition, their eating habits were different.

People here are used to eating separately, but they don't eat separately at home; instead, they use serving chopsticks.

Chopsticks... Do these people even know how to use them? That's a question too.

Still unsure how to answer, Song Xinye suddenly glanced at the other person.

There aren't enough seats inside.

They were speaking in English.

The warning in his tone was obvious, and Song Xinye's cold gaze was also full of warning.

The burly man who had just spoken immediately changed his expression and visibly cowered.

"Brother Song, I was just saying... I meant to say that the chef inside makes really delicious food. Maybe I should eat at the Chinese restaurant another day." As he spoke, a smile appeared on his muscular face.

It feels very out of place.

The atmosphere was a bit tense. Jiang Qin glanced at Song Xinye, also somewhat surprised.

She thought he was just helping her refuse, but upon closer inspection, she noticed that Song Xinye seemed genuinely unhappy—no, to be precise, not just "unhappy," but truly angry, issuing a warning to the person who had just spoken, without any hint of joking.

"Brother Song." Jiang Qin gently touched Song Xinye's arm.

The ferocious beast, about to open its mouth and tear apart, was pulled back to its senses.

Song Xinye glanced at the man in front of him again, hummed in response, and looked back at Jiang Qin with obvious tenderness in his eyes.

"Okay, let's go inside."

From a distance, Huo Sili, who had been standing behind the tall trees for an unknown amount of time, took in everything.