Chapter 322: Chapter 322
Zheng Yun had been on tenterhooks since she made that phone call, bubbling with excitement, but she didn’t show a trace of it outwardly. Instead, she carried on as usual and didn’t actively seek out any information, patiently waiting to hear the good news of Wan Chu’er’s demise.
Wan Chu’er deserved to die, she deserved it so much!
Wan Chu’er’s downfall was entirely her own fault.
Zheng Yun was once the darling of fortune, her life had been so blissful, but Wan Chu’er’s appearance shattered it all. She was first fired by Yan Hui, kicked out of the old mansion, and then publicly disowned by the patriarch.
At all the various banquets in Beijing, she was once an honored guest, and anywhere she went to handle matters, who wouldn’t show her some respect? But since then, her past glory had vanished, never to return.
She used her abilities to join the HK Group, helping them conquer many markets and became HK’s greatest contributor. However, the good times didn’t last long. Three months ago, Yan Hui suddenly published an apology letter that shook the market, along with a new product generation, and they ruthlessly cut off her career path.
The more glorified she was before, the more embarrassed she became afterward, turning into the laughingstock of the industry.
Now she was hiding at home every day, like a rat crossing the street, unable to go anywhere.
She had become so miserable, and yet Wan Chu’er, the cause of it all, was enjoying limitless glory. This was something Zheng Yun could not tolerate.
Therefore, Zheng Yun found ways to contact a criminal who had just been released, paying one hundred thousand yuan to have Wan Chu’er killed.
Just thinking of Wan Chu’er dying soon made Zheng Yun want to burst into laughter, but she couldn’t; she had to forcefully hold it in, hiding under the covers at night to laugh.
She knew well the old patriarch’s methods; they would definitely investigate her, but alas, they would find nothing. She had only contacted that criminal three times, and every time she would change the phone number.
But she wondered if they would feel compassion when they saw how miserable she was now, a sneer of derision creeping onto the corner of Zheng Yun’s mouth.
A day passed, and there was little progress on Jiang Kechu and the others’ end.
The kidnappers’ counter-surveillance capabilities were robust, first-rate. After destroying the van, they even created at least five false leads, all of which turned out to be dead ends, wasting time in vain.
Chen Ke’s sketches were too vague. Finding such an indistinct person was harder than finding a needle in a haystack.
A group of people had looked, and not a single loophole was found. As time ticked away, Jiang Kechu appeared calmer on the surface, but only he knew the turmoil inside, the desire to kill seething.
The old patriarch became more composed as well. A full day had passed without contact from the other party, which likely meant they were planning something significant. Piecing together various bits of information, he had a premonition that Chuchu’s misfortune was a consequence of his own actions.
In the secret chamber, he quietly watched his notebook, sorting out what the other party might want from him.
Li Shan patiently waited outside the secret chamber, awaiting the old patriarch’s next command.
Finally, Chen Ke brought in some news. After checking the Guangmao Mall surveillance, he discovered that Zheng Yun had also visited the Guangmao Mall yesterday morning and had a coffee at the café.
At the same time, twenty minutes before Wan Chu’er’s incident, right after Zheng Yun left the café, she made a call to an unknown number.
That unknown number was no longer reachable.
It seemed unrelated at first glance, yet it was full of doubts.
"Slam!" Jiang Kechu slapped the table and stood up, striding out with long steps.
As long as there was suspicion, he would find out what he wanted to know.
Jiang Kechu, full of hostility and with a gloomy expression, walked out, running into Xiao Bai, who had just returned.
Xiao Bai didn’t know about Wan Chu’er’s incident yet; he was mostly staying at the villa side. Seeing Jiang Kechu, Xiao Bai even teased, "What? Did Chuchu kick you out?"
Jiang Kechu stopped for a moment, gave him a cold glance, and continued walking out without stopping.
Xiao Bai scoffed and shook his head as he walked inside.
Ten minutes later, Xiao Bai’s roars were heard from the old mansion.
"Wan Chu’er, come out here!"
Li Shan ran out somewhat speechlessly and said to him, "Nobody’s joking with you. Wan Chu’er and Yan Hui have indeed been kidnapped."
Xiao Bai froze, his eyes widened as he stared intensely at Li Shan, hoping to find a hint of jest in him, but it was all in vain. Li Shan, the big guy, never joked.
His Adam’s apple moved difficulty, and he stuttered, "Then... then why are you sitting at home? Why... why don’t you go out... and look for people? Could she... could she be hurt?"
"Who exactly is it?... Which son of a turtle dared to disturb the dragon’s vein; wasn’t it said that the old patriarch is very capable? It’s been a day and a night, and yet you have no progress, just waiting for someone to contact you!"
Towards the end, Xiao Bai’s words became increasingly coherent, his tone even questioning.
Li Shan glanced at him and turned away without a word.
Xiao Bai abruptly jumped up and grabbed his clothes, "Li Dage, don’t look at me with that disdainful gaze. Aren’t you capable? Isn’t the old patriarch capable? Now that Chuchu’s in trouble, it turns out you can’t do anything!
Where’s the old patriarch? I want to see the old patriarch!"
The old patriarch was in the secret chamber, where no one could disturb him, and Li Shan wouldn’t allow anyone to cause any disturbance. His eyes moved slightly and he said:
"Jiang Kechu just got a clue. Go find him; maybe you can help with something."
These words were like a ray of light in the boundless darkness, providing the trapped Xiao Bai with an exit. Without a word, he ran outside, getting to the car before remembering to ask himself where Jiang Kechu had gone to.
He quickly took out his phone and called Jiang Kechu, who picked up promptly and didn’t hesitate to tell him the location.
Zheng Yun was startled by the sudden visit from several people; she had prepared what to say to brush them off, but these people didn’t give her a chance to speak. They came straight in to apprehend her, frightening Aunt Zheng until her legs went weak.
"Who are you people? What do you want to do? Is there no law left?"
"Let go of my daughter, someone help, let go of my daughter."
"Yun’er, Yun’er, what’s going on..."
"Please, let go of my daughter, if you must arrest someone, arrest me."
In the midst of Aunt Zheng’s terrified wailing, Zheng Yun was roughly taken away by Chen Ke and the others without even a chance to speak; they immediately silenced her by dislocating her jaw.
Zheng Yun was also terrified; these people were more brutish than robbers. She tried to struggle, but it was futile; she felt she had gotten herself into serious trouble.