Chapter 8 Tracking

Zhou Zichuan was so angry that he choked on his words when Zhou Ziyan brought up old grievances.

"Oh dear," Zhou Ziyan shook Zhou Zichuan's arm, "Just help them this once, and I promise I'll never randomly adopt new godson again, okay?"

Zhou Zichuan was so angry that he couldn't catch his breath.

"You're not allowed to go to bars again!" Zhou Zichuan roared. "If my men hadn't delivered those brats' statements to us so quickly, I wouldn't have known you'd caused such a huge mess for our family!"

Zhou Ziyan shrank back in fright, and after a moment she hummed in a barely audible voice, "Is this matter that serious? Can't we just settle it by paying a little more money?"

“The surveillance evidence has been mostly processed,” Zhou Zichuan said, shaking off Zhou Ziyan’s arm. “Tell those brats to leave the country as soon as this is over!”

"Sever ties with them immediately!"

Seeing that her brother was truly angry, Zhou Ziyan stopped acting coquettish, gave a reply, and quickly left the president's office.

I'm not panicking. Anyway, the other party's fuss is still all about "money." Let Xiaoqing's family arrange for a lawyer to negotiate with those parents.

Humming a song, she quickly put the matter out of her mind, opened the car door, got into her limited-edition sports car, and went to the Xin family to visit her good friend Xin Xin, who was recovering from her injuries.

......

Xin Que works at the scenic area during the day and disguises herself as a student's parent at night to scout out the private middle school.

There is almost no useful information about this case online, and few media outlets have reported on it.

But she remembered the male student who was highlighted in the man's phone.

Zheng Yiqing.

Private schools are a mixed bag, and Xin Que observed for several days before finally spotting a tall, arrogant boy during the evening rush hour at the school gate after school.

"Brother Zheng!" The boy in the school uniform behind him greeted him with a laugh, "It really is you! You're back to school. Looks like this really didn't stump you!"

Xin Que's sharp gaze was fixed on a few boys chatting idly in the crowd.

As Xin Que slowly approached the group of boys, she could hear their conversation more clearly.

"Where are those two brothers? Why didn't Brother Zheng protect them too?"

It seems that only Jung Eui-kyung has managed to escape so far.

"Damn it, don't even mention it! That woman's parents are like mad dogs, they won't budge..."

Zheng Yiqing walked towards the black van that slowly pulled up to the side of the road, cursing under his breath.

Xin Que didn't follow any further, but she did note down the license plate number of the van.

The next day, Xin Que once again waited for the black van that came to pick up Zheng Yiqing during the evening rush hour.

This time, Xin Que changed into a different disguise.

As Xin Que casually passed by the van, a small, glittering object fell into the cuff of her loose shirt.

Clang—

After a barely perceptible metallic thud, the little thing rolled under the tire.

Xin Que left without changing his expression.

A sharpened nail won't cause any immediate problems with the tire, but in a couple of days... well, that's another story.

The middle-aged man had just stopped his delivery van and was hurrying towards the ward with his food.

"The Zheng family has sent people again." The woman, whose hair had turned white overnight, carefully wiped her daughter's face while she couldn't help but shed tears.

The middle-aged man put down his lunchbox without saying a word.

It goes without saying why the Zheng family came.

Knowing her husband's helplessness, the woman did not continue speaking.

The other party used both soft and hard tactics to force them to sign a letter of understanding. Their small company, which they had worked so hard to build up, was on the verge of being squeezed out of business by those families.

The husband leaves early and returns late to do more business to pay for their daughter's medical treatment, while the wife stays by her daughter's side every day, who is still in critical condition, and is unable to go to work.

"Old Qian," the woman's voice choked with emotion, "the director was talking about the surgery and nursing care costs after Xiaoxiao..."

Old Qian's droopy eyelids twitched, his cloudy whites covered with bloodshot veins. He looked at the girl on the hospital bed and finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "Treat her first."

"The company still has money in its accounts."

......

Xin Que receiving Lao Qian's call was exactly what she expected.

Based on my observations over the past few days, Zheng Yiqing is indeed incredibly arrogant and lawless. Even while on bail, he didn't stop teaching his underlings who didn't do what he wanted a lesson at the school gate.

No one dared to stop him.

"You said you'd take my orders..." Old Qian sat in the fire escape, staring at the flickering cigarette butt in his hand.

"How much money do you have left?" Xin Que interrupted him directly. "If you don't need money, get me a car, as long as it can be driven."

"Oh right, add a locator too. It doesn't have to be expensive; you can get one for under a thousand dollars on the black market."

Old Qian was taken aback.

......

Xin Que was already familiar with the place and was passing by that van for the nth time.

This time, however, she tripped over the curb and fell right next to the car.

She hurriedly got up, looking somewhat embarrassed, and quickly left.

Zheng Yiqing walked over from a distance with his hands in his pockets. Seeing the strange woman making a fool of herself next to his car, he sneered, "You stupid idiot who can't see where she's going."

After the woman got up, she seemed to hear his mockery, and immediately lowered her head and ran away.

Zheng Yiqing didn't take this trivial matter to heart.

......

"Tinglan Villa...a detached house by the sea." Xin Que carefully noted down the address after locating it.

When she fell and put on the positioning device, she saw that the nail was still in the tire and immediately decided on the next step.

The next day, as expected, the location of the van moved from the school to the repair shop.

Xin Que immediately asked the scenic area management for leave and went down the mountain.

She took off her red vest and headed straight for the used car parked at the foot of the mountain.

We must retrieve the GPS tracker before this car reaches the repair shop.

"Bang!"

The driver couldn't avoid it in time, and coupled with the already unstable tire pressure, he was forced to crash into the guardrail.

A thin, middle-aged man got out of the dilapidated car next to him, grinning sheepishly and apologizing, "I'm so sorry, I was just lost in thought... Are you alright?"

The driver, suppressing his anger, got out of the car to check the damage. "How do you drive? Do you know how much a car accident will delay things and cause my boss losses?!"

The middle-aged man was startled and carefully circled the minivan. "I'm so sorry! I'll pay for all the repairs!"

"I'm using the company car to deliver goods," the middle-aged man said, pointing to his beat-up little car. "You absolutely can't call the police and go through insurance... Sir, could you please be lenient and settle this privately?"

The driver glanced at the time. After sending the car for repairs, he needed to hurry back to the villa to get a new car to pick up the young master. He couldn't waste any more time.

After receiving the man's transfer, he was too lazy to argue with him any further and simply called a repair shop to tow his car.

Xin Que sat back in the car, casually glanced at her disguise in the rearview mirror, and drove the beat-up car away.