She sighed silently, feeling that as a journalist, she was almost too righteous, not even concerned about the news around her.
After they sat down, Lu Jinyang occasionally tapped on the table, lost in thought, and didn’t even notice his phone ringing.
Zhuang Shuqing couldn’t help but remind him, "Your phone is ringing."
Only then did he stop tapping and answered the call.
Zhuang Shuqing glanced at the screen and saw it was from Gu Chen. She was delighted, thinking that Gu Chen must be preparing to co back after being away for so long.
However, Zhuang Shuqing soon noticed a change in Lu Jinyang’s expression. After a mont of silence, he said, "Let him go, the procedures at the military district have been completed."
...
After hanging up, Zhuang Shuqing wanted to ask but didn’t dare to; it was Lu Jinyang who took the initiative to tell her.
"Leng Yixing has returned to the Leng Family."
Zhuang Shuqing nodded. It was good that Leng Yixing was no longer wandering outside and had returned ho.
However, it wasn’t long before she fully understood what Lu Jinyang ant by ’he has returned ho’.
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Leng Family.
Leng Yixing was sitting on the sofa, pursing his lips and looking at the man sitting opposite him.
After a long silence, he slowly began, "I didn’t co back for you. You probably know who I ca for. Also, I won’t be living at ho. Don’t bother looking for ; I will not follow your plan to enter politics."
"Dammit!"
Leng Qifeng shouted angrily, a man in his fifties, but with white hair. He pointed at the expressionless Leng Yixing and said, "You rebellious son! Worthless! For a woman, you would give up such a promising career!"
Leng Yixing looked at him, not angry but smiling, "Mayor Leng, could you kindly tell , are all won supposed to be discarded like my mom was when they beco useless?"
Leng Qifeng did not expect Leng Yixing to bring this up, and he found no words to reply.
Leng Yixing continued, "My mom was in the way of your career, so you forced her to commit suicide, oh no, it was your woman who forced her to. And now you speak to of won, do you think you have the right?"
His voice was soft, yet it thundered in Leng Qifeng’s ears.
How could he know about those things!
"Want to know how I found out about your dirty deeds?" Leng Yixing leaned back, casually saying, "It wasn’t much, just hired soone to look up Leng Wanxi’s birth mother."
Leng Qifeng trembled with rage, almost ready to beat him with a stick.
"You actually investigated your sister!"
Sister?
Thinking of that flashy-dressed vase, Leng Yixing’s face showed disgust, "Sorry, my mom only had ."
With that, he stood up and left without looking back.
Leng Qifeng trembled with anger, it took him a while to recover. He straightened his clothes and headed towards a storage room.
The storage room had a passage leading to the basent, a secret known only to him and his deceased wife. Of course, now there was one more person who knew—the bodyguard who was always by his side.
In the basent, Leng Qifeng stood in front of a small room, knocked on the door, then took out a key to unlock it.
Inside was a small bed. Though the bed was small, there were many quilts, looking very warm. Aside from that, there was a dressing table, and an old washroom.
Beyond that, there was nothing else.
He slowly walked in. The woman sitting at the end of the bed, lost in thought, turned her head at the sound. When their eyes t, her originally cloudy eyes instantly filled with hatred and indifference.
Leng Qifeng saw the indifference in her eyes clearly. He paused in his steps, trying to slow down his patience and pace as he spoke to her.
"Huaixin, how are you today? Did you eat well? Did the child give you any trouble?"
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