EBE Chapter 381 I'll leave the stabbing to you.
Chapter 381 I'll leave the stabbing to you.
Wu Zhongquan's heart skipped a beat, but he still pretended to hide it on his face.
"Mr. Han, I really don't know. I'm just an undervalued junior member of the Wu family. My uncle has been in charge of the Wu family's business all these years. I really have no idea what he's been doing!"
Han Xi's eyes were slightly cool as she quietly looked at him.
Wu Zhongquan felt a cold sweat break out on his back under Han Xi's gaze. After stammering for a while, he suddenly said, "Is it my cousin? Yes! It must be her! She must have done something again!"
"Mr. Han, you know I'm just a lazy bum. I don't have the guts to do anything that would provoke you. It must be Wu Sirou. She and your wife don't get along. It must be her, right?!"
Han Xi waited until Wu Zhongquan had finished explaining himself before slowly speaking with a calm expression.
Why did you acquire Huiying Weltmeister?
“…” One sentence left Wu Zhongquan stunned on the spot.
Lin Mo: "Although Huiying Weaving's business has stalled and it is on the verge of bankruptcy, its fixed assets are still worth a considerable amount. You said you are a marginal figure in the Wu family, where would you get the money to take over?"
"I......."
"have a look."
Lin Mo pulled out a stack of documents from somewhere and threw them in front of Wu Zhongquan.
It contained his bank statements for the past three months, call logs, and even chat logs between his associates at Huiying.
Wu Zhongquan was stunned after just one glance.
He was so frightened that he trembled like a leaf.
Lin Mo pulled up his pants and squatted down in front of Wu Zhongquan, coldly laughing, "Look carefully, if I hand these things over to the police, your charges of commercial fraud and murder for money will be confirmed. Then, it won't be us asking you these questions, but the police."
"Wu Zhongquan, you're supposed to be a rich second-generation, have you had enough of your good life and want to spend the rest of your life in jail to reform yourself?"
"No! It's not!"
Wu Zhongquan finally broke down.
Although he had little contact with Han Xi, he had heard quite a few rumors about him.
One Sun Zhixin is still missing, neither alive nor dead. We can't let him become the second Sun Zhixin!
"I'll talk, I'll talk! I really didn't do this. I was just doing someone a favor!"
"......"
Lin Mo stood up and looked at Han Xi beside him.
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In the evening, Fang Li finally finished dealing with things at the hospital, and Ren Chao was also released. After watching them return to Xingyu, she and Yu Tian drove home.
Unexpectedly, it was only a little past seven o'clock when Han Xi was already home.
Seeing that Han Xi was there, Yu Tian drove away without hesitation.
Fang Li went inside and found that Han Xi was the only person in the huge living room.
"Why are you up so early today? Where are Aunt Rong and the others?"
"There wasn't anything going on at the company, so I came back first. As for Aunt Rong and the others..."
Han Xi came over, took the bag from her hand, put it on the entryway cabinet, and then pulled her towards the bathroom.
“She has been taking care of Yang Miao recently, she’s worked so hard, so I gave her two days off.”
Han Xi turned on the tap, held Fang Li's hand, and carefully washed it for her.
Fang Li turned her head to look at the man with a serious expression and a deep frown. She leaned her head wearily on his shoulder, her voice muffled.
"What about the others? Yang Miao hasn't made a move at all."
Every day, as soon as she entered the door, the first person to come out to greet her was that little girl, Yang Miao.
Today, she didn't make a sound at all.
After washing her hands, Han Xi took out a paper towel to dry them for her, then pulled her into the dining room, helped her sit down in a chair, and said:
“I’ve kicked out all the other servants, and as for Yang Miao, I’ve sent him to the old house.”
Fang Li frowned: "She hates going back to the old house the most, why are you doing this...?"
"It wasn't me, it was her mother who came to pick her up."
Seeing her slightly startled expression, Han Xi stood up, naturally patted her head, and then turned and went into the kitchen behind.
"My cousin just got back from her business trip, and I want to see her and check on her studies. I can't just stop her from going."
It turned out to be the case.
Watching the man's tall, slender back, his shirt folded around his elbows, as he skillfully seasoned and cooked the dish, Fang Li's fatigue from a long day instantly lessened.
He propped himself up on his arms and leaned sideways on the dining table, watching quietly.
Hearing her suddenly fall silent, Han Xi glanced back and saw her lying there. He raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "What's wrong? Tired?"
"Kind of."
"The food will be ready soon. After you finish eating, go upstairs to rest."
"Ah."
The two had barely finished talking when Han Xi turned around to ladle out some soup and found Fang Li already asleep on the table.
Han Xi reluctantly placed the soup on the table, patted Fang Li with heartache in his eyes, and picked her up from the table.
"Can you just eat a bite or two? If you don't eat, you'll wake up hungry in the middle of the night."
Fang Li opened her eyes and nodded slightly at him.
Once he was sure she was awake, Han Xi quickly brought out the food he had prepared, and the two began to eat.
After eating, Fang Li's eyes finally cleared up a bit.
"Is everything settled?"
Fang Li didn't look up and said indistinctly, "Not yet, but the tricky part is almost over. Fan Zhe woke up this afternoon, and all that's left is the issue of compensation."
Han Xi placed a meatball on Fang Li's plate: "You still haven't told me why you're helping them?"
Fang Li, her cheeks bulging, chewed on what was in her mouth. Hearing this, she looked up at the moon outside the window, paused for a moment, then suddenly turned back to look at him and said:
Have you read "The Way of the God Emperor"?
Han Xi: "After turning a few pages,"
Fang Li: "There's a line in 'The Path of the Divine Emperor' that I really like."
"Which one?"
"A knife handed to you in a desperate situation can either be used to stab someone or to clear a path—it all depends on who wields it."
Fang Li chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "I want to be the one who clears the way."
Han Xi smiled: "What about the stabbing incident?"
"It's up to you."
Fang Li suddenly stood up, leaned over and kissed his forehead, then sat back down with a sly smile: "Isn't this what President Han is best at?"
"..." Han Xi was slightly taken aback, then chuckled softly.
"You're right, I'm good at it, you can rest assured leaving it to your husband."
Fang Li was just joking, but she didn't expect Han Xi to do it so soon.
After the two finished their meal and returned to their room, Fang Li stared at the documents Han Xi handed her, unable to process what she had just received.
When did you do all of this?
Han Xi sat down beside her, gently put his arm around her waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder, saying tenderly, "Not long ago, I met Wu Zhongquan this afternoon."
Looking at the evidence, Fang Li's red lips moved slightly before she frowned slightly.
"I had long suspected that Wu Zhongquan had someone behind him, but I never expected it to be her..."
"You can handle things with Xingyu yourself; leave the rest to me."
Fang Li turned her head and met the man's warm eyes. She leaned forward and gently touched the corner of his mouth, nodding, "Okay."