EBE Chapter 465 This scum!
Chapter 465 This scum!
Zhao Zhiqiang was still dizzy from the fall when he heard Jiang Bei's cruel words.
He was filled with fear when he heard another voice slowly emerge.
"Zhao Zhiqiang, 37 years old, a native of Beijing."
Han Xi's voice was eerily calm, as if he were very patient: "He has been detained multiple times for gambling, causing trouble while drunk, and soliciting prostitutes."
Zhao Zhiqiang's expression changed: "You... what do you want to do?"
Han Xi ignored him and continued, "Your sister, Zhao Huan, is 22 years old and an accounting student at the School of Finance and Economics. Six months ago, she committed suicide by overdosing on medication at a nightclub due to depression. You took 200,000 yuan from the nightclub to keep quiet, and that matter was dropped."
"You! You're talking nonsense!"
After Zhao Zhiming finished yelling, he felt scared.
"That money was clearly compensation from the nightclub. As her only brother, I should be the one to take it!"
"Snapped!"
A stack of photos was thrown in his face.
The photo shows Zhao Huan, who is barely clothed and has tears streaming down his face, and Zhao Zhiqiang, who is standing at the entrance of a nightclub counting money.
"You forced your own sister to work as a hostess in a nightclub, do you even have a human being?!"
Jiang Bei dragged Zhao Zhiqiang around again, and Zhao Zhiqiang was beaten until he vomited blood and became dizzy.
At this moment, Jiang Bei produced a leather suitcase from nowhere, opened it to reveal 300,000 yuan in neatly stacked cash, and threw it directly in front of Zhao Zhiqiang.
“It was found under your bed. It's a bribe of 300,000 yuan, enough to get you ten or eight years in prison.”
Zhao Zhiqiang's face was ashen: "No...that's not how it is..."
Upon seeing the money box, Zhao Zhiqiang completely broke down: "I...I was forced into this! That person suddenly came to me, and I was really short of money. He said that as long as I ruined the book signing event, the money would be mine. I didn't intend to hurt anyone!"
Han Xi stepped in front of him, looking down at him condescendingly: "Go to the police station and repeat what you just said. If you say it right, I'll give you a chance to go to jail and reform. If you don't..."
“…!” Zhao Zhiqiang’s heart trembled.
"Did you hear that!"
Jiang Bei gave a cold, ruthless smile. "If you don't want to die, you'd better be sensible. If you weren't still somewhat useful, a piece of trash like you wouldn't even deserve to see the sun rise tomorrow."
After descending the cramped stairwell, Jiang Bei opened the car door. Before getting in, Han Xi said, "Keep an eye on him, don't let him cause any more trouble."
"Yes."
Back at the villa on the hillside, Fang Li had already washed up and was half-lying on the bed in a cotton nightgown, looking at her computer.
Han Xi entered the room, first bending down to kiss her on the corner of her mouth, before taking off his clothes and going into the bathroom.
After Han Xi finished washing up, the couple lay in bed, and Han Xi told her about Zhao Zhiqiang.
"Zhao Zhiqiang does have a younger sister named Zhao Huan, who committed suicide by overdosing on medication at a nightclub six months ago."
Fang Li was shocked. Han Xi reached out and pulled her into his arms, saying, "Before Zhao Huan died, she was forced to work at a nightclub by Zhao Zhiqiang. Once, she was forcibly taken advantage of by a drunk customer. She was about to call the police, but Zhao Zhizhong stopped her. Zhao Zhizhong extorted 50,000 yuan from the other party, and then he had this idea."
Over a period of more than a year, Zhao Zhizhong used his sister Zhao Huan to extort nearly one million yuan, which he squandered on drinking, gambling, and prostitution.
Before graduating from university, Zhao Huan became Zhao Zhizhong's tool for making money, and later suffered from severe depression.
He ultimately committed suicide by taking a large dose of cephalosporin mixed with alcohol in the nightclub's workroom.
Xu Fangli felt a sharp pain in her stomach just listening to it: "That scumbag!"
How could my own sister treat me like this, all for money!
Han Xi's voice was as cold as ice, "Don't worry, once he has explained the whole story to the police, he will never have the chance to see the light of day again in his life."
"Even so, it's too easy on him!"
Xu Fangli trembled with rage, "And yet, he still has the nerve to use his sister's death to..."
"Okay, stop being angry. It's not worth it for someone like that."
The Korean guy said, "Let me show you something."
He picked up the phone from the bedside table, pulled up a surveillance video, and handed it to him.
Fang Li glanced at the time; it showed that it was 12:47 a.m. last night. Zhang Dechang, the legal director of Yaoxing Media, sneaked into the residential area where Zhao Zhiqiang lived.
Although there were no direct photos of the two meeting, it's obvious to anyone with eyes that he was in the old town on the outskirts of the city at that time.
Xu Fangli sneered, "I knew it was Sheng Qianrui all along, but I didn't expect her to live up to everyone's expectations."
Han Xi said, "Tomorrow, once the police release their official statement, I will arrange for someone to post the video online. As for public opinion guidance..."
"I will do it myself."
Han Xi smiled and ruffled Fang Li's hair. "Okay, everything's arranged. Can you go to sleep now?"
Xu Fangli wanted to watch the video on her phone, but Han Xi snatched it away and threw it on the bedside table, then easily subdued her by turning over.
Han Xi placed a large hand on her shoulder: "Aren't you tired after a whole day of this?"
Feeling the spot he was pinching, Fang Li narrowed her eyes. "It really is a little sore. After signing so many books, my shoulders are a bit tired."
Han Xi knew that his thumb had precisely located the sore spot in her neck and shoulders, and he began to massage it with just the right amount of pressure.
Xu Fangli couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh, her muscles, which had been tense all day, finally relaxing.
"How did you get Zhao Zhiqiang to talk today?" she asked with her eyes closed.
Han Xi's hands did not stop for a moment, and he continued to say, "Nothing much, I just explained some principles to him."
Xu Fangli chuckled: "The reasoning that President Han talks about, you wouldn't be using your fists, would you?"
"It's not mine, it belongs to Jiangbei."
Fang Li chuckled softly, listening to his serious tone, and turned to face him.
Looking at the man's handsome features, she couldn't help but tilt her head back and gently kiss the corner of his mouth. "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Han."
Han Xi's eyes darkened, and he leaned down to pin her beneath him: "Ali, you think I've worked hard, shouldn't you make it up to me?"
His lips followed, but Xu Fangli smiled and dodged his kiss: "President Han, why are you in such a hurry? Where's your usual composure..."
"That's for outsiders to see; I don't need to do that in front of Ali."
As he spoke, Han Xi's lips were already on her neck.
The slightly itchy touch made Xu Fangli's heart clench. She hunched her neck and endured it. When the man finished kissing her and withdrew from her collarbone, Fangli breathed softly, cupped his face, and took the initiative to kiss his lips.
The kiss started gently, then gradually became passionate.
Han Xi ran his hand through her hair, and with his other hand he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him.
Xu Fangli could feel his heartbeat gradually accelerating, and his breathing was just as rapid as her own.
When they finally separated, both of their pajamas were in disarray.
A familiar flame burned in Han Xi's eyes, but he restrained himself and gently brushed the stray hairs from Xu Fangli's forehead: "You're too tired today, let's get some rest."
Fang Li was indeed a little tired, but seeing his desperately suppressed desire, she couldn't bear it in the end.
She shook her head, her fingers casually unbuttoning the last few buttons of his pajamas: "Mr. Han, you're stopping at this time because you're tired, aren't you?"
Han Xi grabbed her restless hand, lifting his gaze to meet her teasing eyes: "Don't you want to go to the company tomorrow?"
Xu Fangli looked at him defiantly, "Mr. Han, are you sure you can do it?"