Chapter 64 Chapter 64 Shen Li was halfway through...

Shen Li learned that Jiang Huaichuan was having a video conference half an hour later. At that time, he had just walked out of Lu Mingxuan's office when Song An's message popped up.

[Song An: Congratulations on the restoration! (Sprinkling flowers)]

Having not sent any messages for almost half a month, Shen Li's typing skills had become a little rusty.

[Shen Li: Thank you]

Shen Li was somewhat puzzled. He hadn't had a chance to tell anyone else about his restored vision. Right now, besides Jiang Huaichuan, only Lu Mingxuan, who was conducting the examination, knew. Even Shen Wenyuan didn't know how Song An got the news.

Before he could ask, Song An's text message arrived.

[Song An: Is President Jiang with you now? Could you please ask if the year-end meeting will still proceed?]

Year-end meeting?

Shen Li slowed her pace and began typing.

[Shen Li: Were you having a meeting up ahead?]

Song An slammed his phone on the table, and under the gaze of everyone in the conference room, his face instantly filled with astonishment.

[Song An: This afternoon is the company's year-end summary meeting, held remotely via video conference. Didn't President Jiang tell you? (Oh my god)]

He said that according to Shen Li's personality, no matter how excited she was, she would not rush into President Jiang's arms in front of everyone, let alone take the initiative to kiss him!

Shen Li froze on the spot, suddenly remembering the small gray square that had flashed before his eyes.

Shen Li stared blankly at the man beside her, her brown eyes wide and her ears already bright red. Her tone was filled with shock and embarrassment: "Were you just having a video conference?"

Jiang Huaichuan suddenly stopped moving.

"Wife, let me explain... no, I mean, how I explain..."

Shen Li looked at Jiang Huaichuan with a calm and composed expression.

Jiang Huaichuan opened and closed his lips repeatedly, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

If Shen Li's initial attack was unexpected, then Jiang Huaichuan's subsequent embrace around the waist was deliberate.

Anyway, all those people can see is the back of Shen Li's head. It's not too much to show off your love at the end of the year, right?

Jiang Huaichuan lowered his head: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, but I didn't let them see the part where I kissed you later."

Shen Li gave a soft snort.

Shen Li wasn't angry; he just felt embarrassed. He had suddenly become emotional and, seeing Jiang Huaichuan nearby, he couldn't control himself and acted on impulse.

——

The "nurse" was caught, but Jiang Huaichuan didn't hand her over to the police. Instead, he had her secretly detained in the basement.

Don't let President Jiang's usual dignified and elegant demeanor fool you. If he gets angry, he can pry open your mouth no matter how tight it is.

The "nurse" was a man in his thirties named Ma Dian. To avoid being discovered, he was not tall, about 1.65 meters.

After only three days in detention, he confessed to hiring someone to kill him, revealing everything he should and shouldn't have said.

The scarred man in the black suit stood in front of Jiang Huaichuan, his hands hanging straight at his sides: "This man has been wandering around the old city area for many years, doing things for many people, from small thefts to extortion and robbery. At first, he didn't know which group we were, and he was so scared that he said whatever came to mind. We sent people to investigate, and it was all true."

According to him, the person who asked him to do this only communicated with him by phone throughout the entire process, and was very cautious. The other party always called him; when he tried to call back, the number was immediately disconnected. The person gave him a sum of money in cash, which was placed in a dog kennel in the old town. The security camera there had been broken a month ago, and because the area wasn't frequently visited, it hadn't been repaired.

Jiang Huaichuan: "Where did the medicine come from?"

"express delivery."

——

In the dimly lit basement, Ma Dian's hands were handcuffed to the back of a chair. It was the dead of winter, and he was only wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt. When questioned, he replied again, "It really was a package. The person told me that a package would arrive at my door on the 12th and that I should pick it up in time. I was wondering why, since in my lousy place, all the packages are left at a small supermarket a few hundred meters away. But on the morning of the 12th, a package really did appear at my door."

The scarred man didn't speak; his sharp, scrutinizing gaze was fixed on Ma Dian.

The door suddenly opened, and Ma Dian squinted. When he saw who it was, he trembled violently with fear.

Ma Dian struggled to lean forward, his voice trembling as he said, "President Jiang, I confess, I confess everything! That's all I know, I really don't know anything else!"

"Is that so?" Jiang Huaichuan slowly took off his coat, removed his mask, threw away his glasses, rolled up his sleeves, took the gun from the scarred man, and wiped the gun with his eyes down. "But I think you're hiding something else."

The sound of a bullet being chambered.

Ma Dian was like a duck with its neck being squeezed, his eyes fixed on the dark muzzle of the gun half a meter away.

"What do you mean, Mr. Jiang?"

“I have never said who I am from beginning to end. Even if you have seen me before, you could never have blurted out ‘President Jiang’ just now. At the very least, you should have called me ‘President Chen’, right?”

Ma Dian choked, his gaze drifting to Jiang Huaichuan's hairstyle before he realized what was happening, leaving him utterly speechless.

"Unless you knew it would be me coming to find you." Jiang Huaichuan's thin lips parted slightly. "Tell me, why did you deliberately let yourself be caught?"

Ma Dian was taken aback, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes. A wise person only needs to say what he means.

Ma Dian: "If I tell you, will you let me go?"

Jiang Huaichuan: "No, I will send you in, but I think that outcome will be much better than you being sent down."

Ma Dian: ...

Ma Dian sized up Jiang Huaichuan, seemingly weighing something.

Seeing that he still wouldn't speak, Jiang Huaichuan said coldly, "Or, start with your mother."

Ma Dian's eyes flickered for a moment, and a few minutes later, he began to recount the past in a low voice.

"I deliberately approached that old scoundrel Jiang Zhirong. My mother is a cleaning lady in the old town. She goes to sweep the roadside before dawn every day. I always tell her to stay to the side when she sweeps and to always pay attention to the cars behind her."

“She was always very careful until one morning five years ago, when she was suddenly hit by a speeding car. We unlucky people are actually quite resilient. Can you believe it? She was over sixty years old, and she survived being thrown more than ten meters. But her body was found in the river, and the cause of death was drowning.”

Ma Dian's eyes were bloodshot, and he was very agitated: "That old bastard Jiang Zhirong was sitting in the car! He hit someone and didn't call 120 for help. Instead, he told the driver to stuff the person into the trunk and throw him into the river! In the freezing weather, the river was covered with ice when he was found!"

"Later, I started doing some shady things to embellish my image and deliberately accumulated some criminal records. When he was walking alone on the street, I took the opportunity to rob him. Haha, the loot is still on my right arm."

The robbery was so brutal that before he could even finish saying he was being robbed, his kneecap was kicked to the ground by the bodyguard who followed, and a bullet pierced his right hand, which was holding a knife.

Perhaps because of his audacity, Jiang Zhirong, for the first time ever, did not deal with him, but instead kept him by his side to work.

Ma Dian: "At first, he was still wary of me and made me do all sorts of vulgar things, which were not enough to bring him down. I was waiting for an opportunity! I waited for three years, and when I saw Mr. Shen's photo, I knew that I had waited for it."

He deliberately let Shen Li touch his hand. His palms were large and his knuckles were thick. One touch was enough to tell that he was not a woman. Mr. Shen was meticulous and would naturally notice the problem and panic. Whether he was arrested on the spot or caught while trying to escape, the most important evidence would inevitably remain at the scene.

Jiang Huaichuan looked at Ma Dian, scrutinizing him with an invisible pressure: "Where is that evidence you mentioned? Your house has probably already been searched by Jiang Zhirong's men."

Ma Dian suddenly burst into laughter, laughing like a student who had predicted the college entrance exam essay perfectly: "How could I not carry something like this with me? Hahahaha, it's in my belly."

The scarred man stepped forward and unlocked his handcuffs. Ma Dian lifted his clothes, revealing a mess of stitched-up skin on his stomach, with wounds layered upon each other, the newest one still covered in fresh flesh.

The evidence was retrieved the following day.

It was a black USB drive containing more than a dozen audio recordings and photos. One of them was copied and sent to City C, and it was related to Zhou Lan.

The case of Zhou Lan being shot and falling into the sea was orchestrated by Jiang Zhirong.

Tang Nian acted swiftly, immediately sending over all the information she had gathered. Jiang Huaichuan's men compiled all the evidence and submitted it directly to the police.

After receiving the case, the Public Security Bureau of City A, based on the analysis and discussion of the evidence, determined that the case was of great importance and immediately applied for an arrest warrant.

Jiang Zhirong was taken away on the evening of the last day of the Lunar New Year. A large number of police officers surrounded the area. When he was taken away, Jiang Zhirong was wearing a burgundy Tang suit. He seemed to be celebrating something, as there was a Chinese meal set up at his home.

Jiang Huaichuan knew what Jiang Zhirong was celebrating. A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips, his eyes filled with frost. Let those disgusting and unpleasant things stay in this year forever.

[Jiang Huaichuan: Have someone remove that table of food. Any other decorations or decorations, tear them down and burn them.]

[Song An: Yes, President Jiang, it's arranged.]

[Song An: President Jiang, the gala is about to start. Why don't we watch it first and then talk?]

Jiang Huaichuan: Yes.

The lights dimmed, stage music started, and with the hosts taking the stage, Lemon TV's New Year's Eve Gala officially began.

Although Young Master Lu was clueless and only gave him a seat ticket, President Jiang used his connections and influence to still manage to sit next to his wife.

Because the gala is broadcast live, Lemon TV makes some embarrassing mistakes every year, but Lemon TV doesn't plan to change it. The management team unanimously believes that this is how to create a festive atmosphere.

With the first eight programs concluded, the intermission entertainment began as scheduled. The first activity, like in previous years, involved drawing seat numbers. The three people who drew numbers could choose to take a photo with the guests present that evening.

The first person to be drawn was a little girl at the back of the group. She was wearing cute little dragon horns on her head. When she saw that it was her, she almost burst into tears on the spot.

Female host: "Congratulations to seat 5 in row 23, please come up on stage."

The girl stood between the two hosts.

The male host next to him laughed and said, "It seems the person we'll take a photo with is about to be revealed. Let's confirm with this lucky fan again. Please shout out his name!"

Girl: "Yuan Long!"

Yuan Long walked up from behind the stage and hugged and took photos with his fans.

The second person to draw a picture was a boy. He turned bright red when he saw the picture, because his girlfriend had pushed him up.

The girlfriend gripped the microphone: "He likes Sister Su Ye! He watches her dramas every night before dinner!"

The boy's face turned even redder, and he nervously rubbed his hands together.

Su Ye walked up and stopped the girl who was about to leave the stage. The three of them took a group photo together.

The third lucky audience member has already started the lottery, and everyone's eyes are on the big screen at the same time.

18 seats in row 1.

Shen Li was stunned, and he subconsciously looked at the seat ticket in his hand.

Is it...him?

The lights and cameras were already shining, and Shen Li's stunned face appeared on the big screen.

He blinked, and the boy on the screen blinked too.

"Whoa whoa whoa!!!"

Suddenly, a chorus of gasps erupted from the audience, pushing the atmosphere to another climax.

"handsome guy--"

The next second, a defiant shout rang out.

"Wife—long time no see—"

Jiang Huaichuan's face darkened instantly. He subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, only to find himself in the frame as well.

"Oh—President Jiang is here too—then I won't call out—"

Immediately, the room erupted in laughter and applause.

Shen Li stood up and went on stage. He chose Lu He'an.

Lu He'an hopped and skipped up, very excited.