“Enjoying the live broadcast?” Liu Sisi chuckled.
Drenched in cold water after fainting, Meng Zhiru now sat slumped on the ground, his eyes vacant and expression numb.
He couldn’t believe what he’d just seen.
What the h*ll was Lou Mingxin doing?
Her husband had been kidnapped, and she was out there fooling around with a younger man?
Not only did she not rush to gather ransom money after receiving the extortion call—she actually tried to transfer his assets?!
Meng Zhiru admitted their relationship had cooled over the past decade. They were often busy with their own lives, going ten days or half a month without seeing each other.
Still, he thought, at the very least, they were husband and wife. Even if love had faded, they shared aligned interests. They were in this together.
That’s why—even under torture, beaten into this sorry state—he never said a word that could harm Lou Mingxin.
Ha… He wasn’t clean himself. But Lou Mingxin? Was she any better?
If someone got their hands on the dirt she’d covered up, she’d go down even harder!
Gritting his teeth, Meng Zhiru had endured the beatings without betraying her.
And yet…
“Hahahahahaha…”
She wanted him dead.
They say being married even for a day earns a hundred days of grace—but this woman was more venomous than a scorpion.
“You want dirt on Lou Mingxin?” Meng Zhiru slowly raised his head, eyes bloodshot. “Fine, I’ll talk. If she shows no mercy, don’t blame me for being disloyal.”
If he was going to die, then Lou Mingxin was going down with him.
They were husband and wife, after all. They should share both blessings and misfortune.
“I can even tell you the fatal flaws of the Lou Corporation: bribery, shady dealings, embezzlement, failure to disclose material information, falsified financial statements—you name it.”
Liu Sisi looked at him in astonishment.
Just a few video clips had turned a man who had once sealed his lips tighter than a vault into a leaky faucet, spilling everything.
Human nature really was the hardest thing to predict.
One minute it’s like this, the next it’s completely different.
Jiang Fuyue didn’t show much excitement in response.
“Where’s the evidence?”
Meng Zhiru froze.
“What you just said—if there’s no proof, it’s all meaningless.”
“Lou Mingxin is extremely careful. Plus, she has a group of loyal subordinates who clean up her messes. There’s rarely any trail left.”
Jiang Fuyue’s tone was flat: “So you have no evidence.”
“You underestimate me.” He laughed, though with his bruised face, the movement tugged at his wounds and made him hiss in pain.
“Is that so?” Jiang Fuyue sounded disinterested. She clearly didn’t believe him.
Meng Zhiru panicked. At this point, all he wanted was to survive. “I do have it! It was during a government project bidding. To beat the competition, she not only bribed the opposing bidding manager to steal their quote, but also—on the day of the bid—had her bodyguard tamper with the rival’s car. Their brakes failed, and the couple, Huang Zhihui and his wife, died in a crash on their way over! I have a recording of her talking to the bodyguard. It’s enough to charge her with intentional homicide!”
Jiang Fuyue smirked. “Now that’s finally interesting. Name your terms.”
Meng Zhiru: “Let me go.”
A dark gleam passed through Jiang Fuyue’s eyes. “You sure?”
“You let me go, and I’ll hand over the recording. You can deal with Lou Mingxin however you want. Maybe we could even work together in the future,” he said with a flicker of malice in his eyes.
“Deal.”
Liu Sisi stood to the side, clearly wanting to object.
Soon, the recording was handed over, and Jiang Fuyue honored the deal—she let him go.
Meng Zhiru bolted from the warehouse like a man chased by ghosts.
Jiang Fuyue’s face turned serious. “Yan Zhixing, you know what to do next?”
He nodded. “Understood. I’ll take care of the scene immediately.”
Jiang Fuyue got in the car with Liu Sisi and Liu Jinzhong.
Fifteen minutes later, Yan Zhixing and several men in black exited the warehouse.
“All set.”
Jiang Fuyue gave a quiet “mm.” “Drive.”
Soon, the black Volkswagen vanished into the dark night.
The window was slightly lowered, and a voice came from inside: “Don’t forget the surveillance cameras along the way.”
“Yes.”
The wind quickly scattered the words.
Inside the car.
Liu Sisi remained silent. Her brows had been furrowed since they got in and stayed that way even after they returned to the hotel.
Finally—
“Why did you let that Meng guy go?”
She couldn’t hold it in any longer.
Liu Jinzhong looked disapproving: “Liu Sisi, you—”
Jiang Fuyue raised a hand.
Liu Jinzhong immediately fell silent.
Faced with her confused yet stubborn expression, Jiang Fuyue smiled. “Because you went for his face.”
“…Huh? What does that mean?”
“If he has visible injuries—especially serious ones—and we toss him into a police station right after, what do you think will happen?”
Liu Sisi still didn’t get it. “Wh-what would happen?”
Jiang Fuyue tilted her chin toward Liu Jinzhong: “You explain.”
Then she turned and headed to her room.
“Hey—”
“Alright,” Liu Jinzhong cut her off. “Whatever you’re confused about, just ask me.”
Liu Sisi’s eyes lit up: “So what’s the consequence? What would happen?”
Liu Jinzhong: “…” Rotten wood!
“Uncle Liu? Don’t tell me… you don’t know either?” she asked, wide-eyed.
Liu Jinzhong: “He has injuries, and they’re serious. The police would investigate—how did he get hurt? Who did it? From there, it could spiral into a whole mess.”
“But we can’t just let him go!”
“What’s the rush? Letting him go doesn’t mean he won’t be caught again. But now, the injuries on his body have nothing to do with us. Got it?”
“…Not really.”
“Forget it. Just wait and see. You’ll understand soon enough.”
“…Oh.”
