"I seem to have seen that docunt," Su Ziceng recalled, trying to rember the docunt. If she was not mistaken, it was supposed to be about German-made water pumps. At that ti, in Pello’s office, she seed to have seen this docunt.
"What’s even more infuriating is that on the night of June 2nd, the person in charge of the Jinxi Mine had already urgently faxed the chairman after discovering the first minor seepage," Secretary Wang clearly rembered. On June 3rd, Su Qingzhang showed no abnormalities, which ans he did not know about this.
Exactly who interfered with the normal transmission of such important news?
"The fax machine was placed in Su Qingzhang’s study. Apart from Su Qingzhang himself and the cleaning maid, the only person who might have entered the study is..." Su Ziceng stopped speaking, her face grim, perhaps she really should ask Yan Wuxu.
"Miss, there’s sothing I must tell you," Secretary Wang knew that bringing up Yan Wuxu at this mont was sowhat ill-tid and might unnecessarily add to Su Ziceng’s worries. But if he didn’t speak now, Secretary Wang feared that sothing unpredictable might occur.
"Uncle Wang, just speak," Su Ziceng also noticed that Secretary Wang must still be hiding sothing from her. Although Secretary Wang had been very close to her since she was young, he was after all a person from Su Qingzhang’s camp. Before the rebirth, he had always been a silent person, quietly retiring, but now with these happenings in the Su Family, it seed Secretary Wang could not retire so smoothly.
"It’s about the madam. You still rember the ergency eting that day, all three of us were late, and at that ti, I thought the chairman no longer trusted , and in a fit of anger, I left the Su Family." Secretary Wang recalled the scenes from that day and felt exasperated. During his ti at Jinxi, whenever he thought of Su Qingzhang’s stroke, he believed it had to be related to the scandalous affairs of Yan Wuxu and the others.
"I rember, that day in the eting room you said so strange things to ," Su Ziceng, looking at Secretary Wang who had been covertly active for the Su Family, spoke with a nasal tone. No matter what vortex the Su Family was in, there were always so people, busy and laboring for it.
"That day, we went to a new property developnt opposite Golden Coast," Secretary Wang, recalling the chairman at that ti, now lying motionless in the hospital bed, his voice choked up.
"Property? What does a property on the seaside have to do with the Su Family? Could it be that father still had the mind to move out of the Su Family ho and reinvest in real estate.
"It was the madam who was interested, that morning she hadn’t gone to the company yet, and I received an urgent telegram from the secretary’s office. I was just about to transport it to the Su Family, but on the way, I saw the madam and the young master of the Fei Family getting into a car affectionately, heading to the seaside villa," Secretary Wang recounted the entire situation of that day, including Yan Wuxu’s claim of buying a villa closer to "Golden Coast", and how the three of them walked halfway to the tower, and midway Su Qingzhang stopped.
"Wuxu, her?" Su Ziceng still thought that after the last incident, Yan Wuxu had reford. Unexpectedly, she was still closely connected with Fei Qing. Her father must have sensed it too, but why did he give up halfway through?
"Are you sure it was Fei Qing you saw that day?" If it was Fei Qing, could it an that Hang Yishao might know about the underlying clues?
"Yes, I saw very clearly, and the chairman even ntioned to the night before his stroke that he was planning to take the young master to the hospital for paternity testing the next day," Secretary Wang spoke of Su Qingzhang, who had also made a trip to the hospital previously. Seeing the once dignified chairman now relying on several IV tubes to sustain his life, he couldn’t help but tear up.
"How could this be," Su Ziceng’s body trembled, leaning against the heated car body, which felt like a branding iron, forcing out all her long-suppressed astonishnt.
The child of Wuxu, that switched child. The disabled, the child who died in a small coffin.
All had already twisted. If Su Qingzhang knew the so-called truth, he would not have had a stroke from anger.
"I must ask everything clearly," Su Ziceng’s voice, carrying a chill that contradicted the weather, yes, she should have asked clearly long ago. (To be continued. If you like this work, welco to Qidian (qidian) to cast a recomndation ticket, monthly ticket, your support is my biggest motivation.)
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