Chapter 952: Chapter 952 All are bait Chapter 952: Chapter 952 All are bait Lu Lingche gave a cold smile, “What a coincidence, all her relatives are gone, and her face is disfigured. No one could tell she’s an impostor. On what basis is the village chief so certain that she is the real Fang Liuye?”
“This—”
The village chief hesitated for a mont, then said, “She has a man. Her man has never suspected her, has always taken good care of her. We have no reason to suspect her either!”
Lu Lingche’s voice was chilling, “Yu Fei, go bring her man over!”
“Yes!”
The woman’s face changed, and she hurriedly grabbed Yu Fei’s arm, “Don’t touch him! He’s sick, can’t be agitated, it could kill him!”
Yu Fei involuntarily looked towards his boss.
Lu Lingche, however, said indifferently, “If you behave and answer my questions, your man’s life can be spared. Otherwise, he won’t avoid this upset, and his life is in your hands.”
The woman looked at him, her expression growing complex again, “I’ve told the truth, if you ask a hundred tis more, my answer will still be the sa. Using my man’s life to threaten is useless because I cannot make up things I don’t know.”
Lu Lingche nodded at Yu Fei, “Go, bring the person!”
Yu Fei pushed the woman aside, dragging the village chief along, “Lead the way, which one is her ho?”
By now, the village chief had lost all the joy of eting a “wealthy businessman”. His heart pounding with fear, he pointed in a direction, “Over there.”
He had realized that these people were not “wealthy businessn” at all. They were likely here for vengeance!
What rice, what peanut oil, what money, it was all bait!
He thought to himself how there could be such good fortune falling from the sky!
But who exactly were these people? The bait was laid so generously; they had distributed so much stuff to several nearby villages. The money spent could have allowed his family of five to live comfortably for a lifeti!
In a short ti, they arrived in front of a wooden house.
Yu Fei kicked the door open, entered, and carried out a man who was more dead than alive.
The man, hit by the late night’s cold wind, coughed violently a few tis, and then asked weakly, “Village chief, who are these people? Where are you taking behind my back? Where’s my Liuye?”
The village chief wanted to speak but stopped himself. He looked at the fierce-looking Yu Fei, shook his head at the man, “Dajiang, don’t ask now, you’ll know when we get there.”
Yu Fei, with quick strides, soon brought the man back to the village committee courtyard and then set him down on a stool.
Fang Liuye hurried forward to support the man, “Dajiang, are you alright?”
Fang Dajiang shook his head and his gaze swept over the people in the yard, finally settling on Lu Lingche.
Lu Lingche looked at him coldly, “Do you recognize too?”
Fang Dajiang shook his head, “I don’t know you.”
Lu Lingche observed his expression and tone, nodded dispassionately, “It seems you really don’t know . The only one who knows here is you, Fang Liuye.”
Fang Liuye, supporting the man, did not lift her head when Lu Lingche called her, insisting, “I don’t know you.”
The village chief spoke up anxiously beside them, “Dajiang, you quickly explain to the boss. Liuye is from Xiaoya Village, right? She is your wife, her face may be disfigured, but she’s still your wife, right?”
Fang Dajiang’s face beca rigid, his grasp on the woman’s hand involuntarily tightened, and he said with an unusually firm tone, “Right, the village chief is right. Liuye is my wife, she is from Xiaoya Village.”
The icy voice of Lu Lingche drifted in the cold wind, “Liuye is indeed your wife, but this woman beside you now is not Fang Liuye.”
Fang Dajiang’s face changed, and he gripped the woman’s hand even tighter, as if fearing she would disappear, “You’re talking nonsense, she is Fang Liuye, how could I not know my own wife?”
From his expression, Lu Lingche knew, he was concealing sothing for this woman.
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