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Chapter 206: 199: Husband and wife act together to abuse the scum (second update)

Xie Shang entered KE’s headquarters less than a month ago, and the Managent Committee was rapidly reshuffled, much to the surprise of Xie Jingxian.

“What you’re doing is too risky.”

Surveillance and strategizing were Xie Shang’s strengths, and he responded with ease, “KE’s internal bureaucracy is overly severe, it’s about ti these tumors were removed.”

That may be true, but too heavy-handed an approach could make one a target for all.

“There are definitely issues with the Managent Committee, but an overly clear water could harbor no fish.”

“The water won’t clear,” Xie Shang, recently accustod to wearing glasses, covered half his face with his palm, lightly pushing up his glasses before lowering his head to drink tea, seeming to grasp all unchangeable factors with an air of calm, “Isn’t my father still around?”

Xie Jingxian didn’t oppose Xie Shang’s purge of corruption from the law firm, but he was reluctant to see mbers of the Xie Family fight amongst themselves.

“Ji Fu, are you keeping sothing from ?”

“You will naturally find out when the ti cos,” Xie Shang stood up. “Grandfather, I still have cases to deal with; I won’t join you for dinner.”

Xie Liangjiang waited outside the study.

When Xie Shang ca out, their eyes briefly t; he looked away and walked around him.

“Now you’re not even calling him father?”

Xie Shang stopped.

The floor was carpeted, silencing his footsteps. Xie Liangjiang approached Xie Shang, the two n of similar height. They didn’t share a strong resemblance, but there were similarities in their behavior and mannerisms.

“You can have my seat if you want it, just as long as you’re capable. Go ahead and pull

down, but don’t forget, KE is your grandfather’s life’s work, it’s the foundation of the Xie Family.”

“I don’t want your seat.”

Xie Shang no longer used honorifics when addressing Xie Liangjiang.

“Then what do you want? To take revenge for your ex-girlfriend’s younger brother?”

Xie Shang looked at Xie Liangjiang, his tone not confrontational but cool and calm, “You admit it.”

Xie Liangjiang had previously argued that his words had been overly interpreted by those four families, denying that he caused Wen Zhaoyang’s death.

“Whether I admit it or not, haven’t you already concluded? After you’ve taken your revenge, will Wen Changling accept you? She hasn’t spared anyone connected to her brother’s case, clearly holding grudges. Even if you help her, there won’t be a chance for you both,” Xie Liangjiang sighed, now resembling a kind father, gentle and forbearing, “Xie Shang, don’t be confused anymore. Your real kin is , not Wen Changling who sees you as just a pawn.”

The brooch on his chest was recognizable to Xie Shang—it was from a foreign brand, the designer also with a background in law. The pattern was a set of scales, symbolizing fairness and justice.

“Father, when I was frail and frequently ill as a child, have you ever thought it was retribution?”

Xie Liangjiang was left speechless by Xie Shang’s words.

That night, a cold front struck, and the temperature plumted overnight. The sky was filled with countless stars and the moon in her silver glow. The winter night’s curtain bore a desolate beauty, with the myriad lights of households and the world’s scenes all veiled in a hazy mist, the wind making all shadows outside the veil flicker and sway.

A woman, barefoot, staggered along the road as if about to faint. Under the streetlight, the shadows of trees swept over her face again and again, forming a chiaroscuro.

She walked into the police station.

The duty officer coming out to pour hot water flinched when he saw her with her hair down, her face purple from the cold, dressed in an exposing short skirt, with bright red blood congealed and tracing down from her inner thigh to her ankle.

“Hello, I want to report a cri.”

*****

The next day, a major news story broke.

The Junlin Equestrian Club had been providing special services to its high-ranking mbers, services of such a peculiar nature that they boggled the mind. The club held a mber’s event monthly, where qualified high-ranking mbers could attend under pseudonyms, donning masks, sitting in the VIP room to watch the carefully prepared escape gas. Sotis it was n and won locked in glass rooms, other tis it was horses with won, with no restrictions on gender or age, human or animal, for the amusent and betting of mbers—who could also purchase the people or horses if they were so inclined.

Since the high-ranking mbers participating in the events registered with false pseudonyms, the police could only conduct a dragnet investigation, questioning every patron who had visited the Junlin Equestrian Club.

The police ca to the Qin Family for questioning early in the morning.

“Stay upstairs, there’s no need to co down.”

Wen Changling had been at the Qin Family residence for so ti, and this was the first ti Liu Wenhua personally spoke to her. Wen Changling didn’t intend to go down anyway; her hearing aid was very expensive and could pick up sounds from afar.

Liu Wenhua went downstairs.

Old Lady Zhao, protective of her offspring and legally ignorant, argued nonsensically with the police, “What questions? Nobody in our family has broken the law.”

The two police officers had already explained it was routine questioning and had shown their badges, “Please cooperate with our work.”

Old Lady Zhao, fearing for her son, blocked their way defiantly, “You’re trespassing—”

Liu Wenhua pulled Zhao aside and shook her head.

Old Lady Zhao glared disapprovingly at her daughter-in-law but ultimately held back.

Qin Ke was fairly composed, “What do you want to ask?”

The detective nad Zhang Qian inquired, “Mr. Qin Ke, did you visit the Junlin Equestrian Club last night?”

Seated on the living room sofa with his legs crossed, Qin Ke replied, “I did.”

“What ti did you go, and what ti did you return?”

“I went a little after eight and ca back after midnight.”

Zhang Qian asked, “Did anyone accompany you?”

“No,” Qin Ke replied casually, as if genuinely unaware, “What is that? I’ve never even heard of it.” He finished cleaning his ears, pinched his fingers together, and flicked them, “I placed an order for a horse at Junlin last month, and it just arrived a few days ago. I went to inspect the rchandise last night; you can check if you don’t believe .”

Zhang Qian’s colleague Seo Hongqiao asked, “Did inspecting require four hours?”

Answering with ease, Qin Ke shook his leg nonchalantly, “Junlin doesn’t only have horses. I also played so cards and had a few drinks—is that not allowed?”

Old Lady Zhao chid in beside him, claiming her son was law-abiding and even ntioning her other son who controlled tens of thousands of people in a listed company, with the subtext being: don’t ss with our family.

“Mr. Qin, we need to perform a physical examination on you, please cooperate.”

Qin Ke spread his hands open, “You’re welco to check.”

Half an hour after the police left, Qin Qi rushed back from the company, summoned Qin Ke to the study, and they seed to argue, judging by the sounds of things being smashed.