After rejecting the marriage, the head of the Qin family was crushed by me.

Chapter 155 Interrogation
After lunch, Qin Yelan took Qianzhe Mian to a warehouse of the Qin family as promised.

"Is this where An Fuguang was imprisoned?" Qian Zhemian asked doubtfully.

"Temporarily detained." Qin Yelan explained, "I know you still have questions to ask him, and I plan to wait until you finish asking him before handing him over to the International Court of Justice."

"You are quite thoughtful..." Qianzhe Mian didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only say this.

"That's necessary." Qin Yelan smiled gently and dotingly, "Go and ask."

Qianzhe Mian waved his hand and walked in.

"Long time no see, An Fuguang." Qianzhe Mian gathered the large men's jacket around him.

She looked around and raised the corners of her lips slightly: "It seems that you are doing well here, right?"

"Professor Qian...Qian? How did you get in?" An Fuguang was shocked. He didn't know what he thought of, but he was discouraged again, "Yes, you are Qin Yelan's sweetheart, where do you want to go?"

"I've known for a long time that this day would come to you - ever since you first tried unsuccessfully to win me over at the Institute of Psychology." Qianzhe Mian said calmly.

"I was at the Institute of Psychology...to win over..." An Fuguang was stunned, "Are you...the man in black...?"

"You're so smart, An Fuguang." Qian Zhemian raised the corner of his mouth by two pixels, and said in a calm tone, "I didn't move against you at that time because my foundation was not yet solid, so I could only stand still. It's better for you. Now you are bumping into me by yourself. At gun point.”

An Fuguang looked at the pale woman in front of him. She seemed weak, but he knew better than anyone how powerful this person was.

That was nearly six years ago. The dean of the Institute of Psychology was promoted to Continent C for further study, and Continent C sent a high-level executive to the Lingcheng Institute of Psychology.

He immediately planned to win over this person, so he came to the Institute of Psychology early in the morning and handed in a greeting card as the prince...

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Nearly six years ago, Lingcheng Institute of Psychology.

"Teacher, the Crown Prince of Ling Kingdom has handed over a greeting card." Rong Shi handed over an envelope, "Do you want to see him?"

"Prince..." Qianzhe Mian gently bit out these two words, "It seems difficult to refuse."

"Disciple, please go and invite him upstairs." Rong Shi was about to leave, but was stopped by Qian Zhemian.

"Wait a minute." Qian Zhemian knocked on the table, "We don't know the other party's intentions, how can we rashly invite people upstairs?"

"Then... what does the teacher mean?" Rong Shi stopped.

"Just take him to the treatment room on the third floor and record and videotape the whole process." Qianzhe Mian put on a mask and changed into black clothes. He was wearing the clothes that symbolized the dean of the highest research institute in Continent C. He didn't look like The woman, on the contrary, looks like a slender handsome young man.

"Why does the prince want to see me so early in the morning?" Qian Zhemian appeared at the door of the treatment room and said coldly.

"I've been feeling flustered recently and can't sleep. Can you please check on me?" An Fuguang asked.

"Reach out." Qian Zhemian pointed to the cushion on the table and pressed his hand on the pulse of An Fuguang's wrist. After more than ten seconds, he took his hand back and said, "Staying up late is too harsh. If you stay up less, you'll be fine. Next person."

"Wait." An Fuguang grabbed Qian Zhemian's hand, but Qian Zhemian deftly dodged it. "What else is there?" Qian Zhemian asked indifferently.

"I am the prince." An Fuguang raised his head, "Be my staff. When I ascend the throne, you will be the national advisor, above one person and below ten thousand people."

"Prince, please respect yourself." Qianzhe Mian stood up, "Even though you and I are both men, if you touch my hand, you may not know what will happen to you."

"Besides." She walked to the door and turned her back to An Fuguang, "I'm not interested in political power struggles. It's better not to set foot in the Institute of Psychology in the future. You are not welcome here."

"You..." An Fuguang was furious. He was about to say something, but was interrupted by Qian Zhemian's cold "Send off".

Dressed in black, the indistinguishable Xiulian appeared at the door quietly: "Prince, please."

"I am the crown prince of the Ling Kingdom, and this is your attitude towards me?" An Fuguang stood in front of Xiulian, "The following criminals are here, please come and take them away."

"Let me remind you, Prince of Ling Kingdom." Xiulian said without giving in. "Lingcheng Psychological Research Institute is affiliated to the highest research institute in Continent C. You are just a prince and you are not qualified to run wild on our territory."

"Well, that's a good point." Qianzhe Mian appeared behind Xiulian at some point, "If the prince doesn't take his people away, I will tell your father the truth. By then, you will lose more than just It’s so simple to save face.”

"You threaten me?!" An Fuguang was angry and angry, "How unreasonable!"

"With the master's status, she doesn't need to threaten you." Xiulian said coldly, "The master is the dean of the highest research institute in Continent C, and has the right to deal with all the affairs of all subordinate research institutes, including but not limited to you. The prince of Lingguo is making trouble outside the treatment room. If you act recklessly again, I will throw you out directly."

An Fuguang thought of the man in black at that time and shuddered: "You, you are... Mo Jue...?"

"That's right." Qianzhe Mian sneered, "Tell me why you attacked your father."

"Father? He has disliked me for a long time." An Fuguang was a little excited. "After becoming the prince, my real power is not even as good as when I was the prince!"

"I don't know the truth about the grudge between your father and son, so I'm not qualified to comment." Qian Zhemian shook his head, "But you killed him. This is an undeniable fact. What's more, you colluded with the Beisheng family. Disregarding the safety of the people."

"An Fuguang, you are the prince. Even if you are angry with your father, you should not ignore the people - you are the prince first, then the heir to the royal family, and finally Uncle An's son. Put the people in dire straits. , how can you afford the people to call you 'His Royal Highness'?" Qianzhe Mian seemed to sigh in disappointment, "That's all, it's useless to say more... Is there anything else you want to say?"

"Is this...his last words?" An Fuguang said dejectedly, "I have been seeking a kind of 'control' throughout my life. Of course, from the beginning, or from beginning to end, I have never tried to control it. others."

He lowered his head and seemed very unwilling, but his eyes no longer had the arrogance and arrogance they had when they first met.

"This whole time, I just wanted to control my life."

"So, you try to control all the people and things that may affect your life?" Qianzhe Mian leaned on the chair. She was weaker than before, but her momentum was not weak at all, and was even better than before, "That's right. It’s an idea, but it’s a pity that you don’t have the ability.”

"Miss Qian seems to be ill." An Fuguang said coldly.

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