Chapter 109 Car Accident Murder: Old Secrets, Who Dares to Seek Revenge?
Song Ying keenly sensed that things were not so simple.
She sat up straight.
"Is there something wrong with this person?"
Song Ying had known about Qin Shu's parents' death in a car accident for a long time.
The Qin family members all gave the same story, saying it was an accident.
But after spending the last few years together, Song Ying knew clearly that Qin Shu didn't think that way.
Over the years, he has been investigating the cause of his parents' deaths.
But he kept it a secret from his family.
If this Ling Yuehai is indeed the so-called Linghai, then his disappearance and name change after the accident are highly suspicious.
"Are you sure it's him?"
"I will not admit my mistake."
Qin Shu narrowed his eyes and pointed at the scar at the corner of Ling Yuehai's eye.
"Facial features may be similar, but wounds are unlikely to be exactly the same."
"I see."
Sensing the change in Qin Shu's emotions, Song Ying closed the document, gently hugged him, and patted his back.
“It’s already very late today, don’t overthink it, just get some rest, okay? Tomorrow morning, I’ll have Peng Wen arrange for someone to come over, and I’ll go with you to see him.”
Qin Shu did not respond.
So Song Ying hugged him even tighter.
"A-Shu, no matter what awaits you, I'll be with you. Don't be afraid."
The warm embrace melted Qin Shu's stiffness.
But in the dead of night, he still dreamt of the tragic scene after his parents' car accident.
Blurred, bloody remains.
A cold body.
And there were also my mother's eyes that never closed.
The rain washed out the red hues covering the mountains and fields.
The pitch-black rainy night was like a ferocious beast with gaping maw, mercilessly devouring all the tenderness and love of his past life...
Her soft arms gently pulled him into her embrace.
The fragrance of freesias brought him back from the stench of blood in his dreams.
"Ash, I'm here."
In the darkness, two hearts beat side by side.
Rhythm becomes song.
It gradually became a warmth he could never let go of in the second half of his life.
Qin Shu hugged his wife tightly back.
They couldn't bear to let go even a fraction of the time.
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The next day at 10 a.m.
Peng Wen led Ling Yuehai to the teahouse across from the company.
Ling Yuehai was very nervous.
"Secretary Peng, I'm not a big shot in the company. Why is the new chairman so insistent on seeing me, instead of the shareholders and senior executives?"
Something unusual must be going on.
But Peng Wen called him while he was at work.
Ling Yuehai had no reason to refuse.
He looked around nervously and cautiously.
Peng Wen pushed up his glasses and took in his performance.
"The chairman arranged for me to see you. I'm not her, so I naturally wouldn't know. If Director Ling is curious, why don't you just ask her directly?"
As he said this, Peng Wen had already led his men to the innermost private room.
Open the door.
"Director Ling, please—"
Seeing that he couldn't refuse, Ling Yuehai could only nod and bow in agreement before hesitatingly entering the private room.
The next moment, the door was pulled shut from the outside.
Ling Yuehai instinctively turned around and was about to grab him.
Peng Wen's cold, hard voice rang out from outside the door.
"Director Ling, we've said what we needed to say. We'll release you as soon as possible."
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At the same time, the sound of water being poured could be heard coming from behind the screen.
A clear, melodious sound, like a mountain spring striking a rock, rang out.
"Director Ling, what are you standing there for? Come and have a cup of tea. This place has the most authentic Da Hong Pao tea in the entire capital."
Hearing that it was a woman's voice, Ling Yuehai breathed a slight sigh of relief.
During the years he worked at Qingcheng, the work he handled was generally problem-free.
As long as it's truly related to these jobs, then he has nothing to be afraid of.
After straightening his clothes, Ling Yuehai walked towards the screen.
But the moment he saw Song Ying's face, he froze.
"Miss Song?"
"What, Director Ling knows me?"
Song Ying looked up.
"I didn't realize I'd become this famous?"
Ling Yuehai's eyes flickered.
He knew Song Ying, but certainly not because of her celebrity status.
It was because of her relationship with the Qin family.
Thinking of this, Ling Yuehai's heart jumped.
But he still pretended to be relaxed.
"These days, Ms. Song is all over the trending topics. Qingcheng is a media company, so naturally no one doesn't know you."
Song Ying chuckled softly but didn't reply.
Instead, he gestured for Ling Yuehai to sit down.
"Please, Director Ling, there's no one else here, so please don't be shy."
Ling Yuehai thanked him and sat down humbly.
Song Ying pushed the teacup in front of him.
"I heard Director Ling is resigning? May I ask why? You've been with Qingcheng for several years now, and you suddenly want to leave? Do you feel that you can't see any hope for Qingcheng under my leadership?"
"No, no, Mr. Song... Mr. Song, you misunderstand. Qingcheng is a big company, and with your leadership, it will definitely have a bright future."
"Then why did Director Ling leave?"
"Actually, it's because of family matters. My parents are old and now seriously ill in bed, needing someone to take care of them, so that's why I..."
"parents?"
Song Ying laughed, resting her chin on her hand.
"But I heard that Director Ling's parents passed away two years ago. How come they are seriously ill and bedridden now?"
Ling Yuehai's eyes widened in shock. He subconsciously touched his teacup, forcing a smile.
"Mr. Song, who have you heard this nonsense from? My parents are still alive."
"Yeah?"
Song Ying raised an eyebrow.
"Perfect timing, this person is here today too, you can go and confront him."
After saying this, Song Ying turned around and looked towards the inner room of the private room.
"Ah Shu, Director Ling says you're talking nonsense!"
The moment I heard the name "Ashu".
Ling Yuehai gripped the teacup tightly, his knuckles turning white.
When he saw Qin Shu lift the curtain and come out, he almost instinctively wanted to run away.
—He was right after all!
The recent stock price fluctuations of the Xu family were precisely because the Qin family, taking advantage of the Wen family's name, profited handsomely from the chaos.
I ran into Chairman Liu from the board of directors yesterday. He said that his shares were bought up by the new chairman at a price 10% higher than the market price.
That person now owns a whopping 56% of Qingcheng shares!
With such a large cash flow and such familiar methods, Ling Yuehai couldn't think of any other possibility besides the Qin family.
So the moment he received the news, he submitted his resignation.
But to my surprise, it was still too late.
He shouldn't have come to work today!
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As Qin Shu approached step by step, Ling Yuehai grew increasingly regretful and anxious.
His head kept bowing down.
It was as if Qin Shu wouldn't recognize him in this way.
However.
"Director Ling looks just like one of my elders."
Qin Shu sat down next to Ling Yuehai.
Ling Yuehai moved back a bit, looking down and giving an awkward laugh.
"What is Mr. Qin's status? And what is mine? How could I possibly resemble your elder?"
"What is my identity?"
Qin Shu raised an eyebrow, his eyes deep and unfathomable as he stared at Ling Yuehai.
“I don’t even know who I am, but Mr. Ling seems to know me very well.”
Ling Yuehai realized he had misspoke and hurriedly tried to make amends.
"What I mean is, you are President Song's husband, so you must be different from us working people."
Qin Shu did not respond.
I also lost patience with him and stopped trying to play games with him.
He threw the photo in his hand directly in front of Ling Yuehai.
"Uncle Ling, more than ten years have passed, and you've gotten quite a bit older, but why are you getting more and more frail? You would never have said such flattering things before."
The words "Uncle Ling" were uttered.
Ling Yuehai's expression changed, but he still tried to conceal it.
"Mr. Qin, you...you've mistaken me for someone else, haven't you?"
"The scar at the corner of your eye is from when you saved me back then. There are some things you don't remember, but I do."
Qin Shu stared at Ling Yuehai.
"Just like when my parents were in a car accident, there wasn't just the two of them in the car, there was also you. Others may not believe it, may not know it, and you may disappear into thin air, but I remember it."
"Ling Hai, I've been looking for you for so many years. Now that things have come to this, are you still going to keep pretending?"
Qin Shu grabbed Ling Yuehai by the collar.
"My parents trusted you so much back then, and even took care of your whole family. You've been hiding for so many years. Do you think you've lived up to their trust?"
His once gentle fox-like eyes were now filled with a fierce hatred.
Qin Shu stared at Ling Yuehai with bloodshot eyes, like a mad beast.
He suddenly grabbed Ling Yuehai, shoved him against the wall, and pressed his body against the cold, hard wall.
"For over a decade, in my dreams every night, have my parents never come back to look for you?!"
"When you were down on your luck, who paid off your debts and took care of all your worries? Ling Hai, you heartless bastard, is this how you repay them?! Huh?!"
Anger made Qin Shu's eyes red.
Ling Yuehai was choked by the man's grip on his neck and almost couldn't breathe.
Song Ying quickly stepped forward and reached out to pull Qin Shu.
"Ashu, let go! You won't get anything out of her like this! Let go!"
Qin Shu's hand was as firm as a steel rod, refusing to loosen its grip even slightly.
Seeing that Ling Yuehai's face was getting paler and paler, Song Ying quickly called out to Peng Wen.
The door opened.
Upon seeing this, Peng Wen disregarded his status and immediately stepped forward to separate the two.
Just as Ling Yuehai was about to escape, he grabbed him and pulled him back, pinning him to the ground.
"Sir, Madam, what should we do?"
"Wait me a moment."
As Song Ying said this, she closed the door to the private room again.
Then he stepped forward and pulled Qin Shu, who was out of control.
Looking down at Ling Yuehai, who was pinned to the ground.
"Director Ling, a wise person knows when to yield. Now that things have come to this, do you think you can still escape?"
"Why would we come to you to confront you without solid evidence?"
"More than a decade ago, you might have managed to escape by chance, but now, in the entire capital, on Qin family territory, where can you hide?"
"Don't force us to take action."
As Qin Yue's former secretary, how could Ling Yuehai not know the Qin family's methods?
He leaned dejectedly against the wall, then suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly.
Do you think I don't want to avenge my husband and wife?
Do you think I have no resentment, hatred, or doubts about the deaths of my husband and wife?
"But even if we know the truth, what then?"
"Can you really get revenge?"
"Will the old man agree to your revenge?!"
“You’re right. Yes, the capital is the Qin family’s territory. It is now, and it was also when you and your wife were still alive!”
"But they still died!"
"Dead!"
"If even the old man wants to suppress this, who would dare to avenge them! Who would dare!"
Ling Yuehai, abandoning his previous trepidation, uttered these words with a cold laugh, as if he had gone mad.
Looking at his frenzied state, Song Ying felt a bad premonition rising in her heart.
She instinctively reached out to pull Qin Shu, who was standing next to her.
But it was still too late.
Qin Shu rushed up to Ling Yuehai and grabbed him by the collar.
"Ling Yuehai, explain yourself clearly! What exactly do you mean by that? What do you mean?!"
"What? Can we avenge them? What do you mean the old man won't agree?!"
"You'd better explain yourself right now!"
Explain yourself!
Qin Shu's last few words were almost roared out.
It even prompted a waiter to knock on the door.
"Get out!"
A deafening roar rang out, startling the people outside the door who retreated in panic.
With things having come to this, Song Ying glanced around, untied the curtain cord beside her, and quickly tied Ling Yuehai's hands and feet.
He winked at Peng Wen.
Peng Wen understood and immediately turned and left the private room.
After speaking with the waiter outside, he continued to stand guard at the door, not allowing anyone to approach.
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