Chapter 58: The Money Fan sheds tears of sorrow

The broken glass on the coffee table.

The blood got on the cotton and linen sofa cover, which was visibly shocking.

Blood.

All blood.

What on earth happened here?!

Zhao Heyuan...Is anything going to happen to Zhao Heyuan?

Jiang Xihong naturally knew that the three people who were sent to kidnap Zhao Heyuan and attempt to smuggle him out of the country had been arrested.

It's just the loss of three chess pieces, no big deal.

Just find another way to send Zhao Heyuan abroad.

If Zhao Heyuan gets injured, we’re doomed!

Bang--

Boom——

There was a noise coming from the quiet room. Jiang Xihong was frightened and looked towards the door.

"Zhao Heyuan?"

"Zhao Heyuan, are you there?"

Jiang Xihong prepared himself mentally and pushed open the door. The room was filled with the smell of blood and the man beside the bed had his clothes torn to shreds. He slowly turned his face, revealing a deep wound that was visible to the bone.

"ah--!"

Jiang Xihong screamed in shock.

Whatever you fear will come true.

Zhao Heyuan was disfigured.

Jiang Xihong's legs went weak and he fell to the floor, his face even paler than Zhao Heyuan's.

"Zhao Heyuan, Zhao He...Yuan, your face?"

Zhao Heyuan covered his face and wiped the blood with a towel in front of him, feeling hopeless and helpless. "Someone broke into my room and destroyed my face!"

"Jiang Xihong! I am disfigured."

"Now I'll never be a star."

"My face will never recover."

Zhao Heyuan screamed in despair, his voice hoarse.

Jiang Xihong: …………

Time passed minute by minute. Jiang Xihong wiped the sweat from his face, stood up from the ground, and pulled Zhao Heyuan.

"Listen to me, there is a way. Dr. Yi at the plastic surgery hospital is amazing and will help you."

Zhao Heyuan's black hair covered his eyes, which were filled with an unknown light.

"Really?"

"Believe me."

Jiang Xihong: "Hurry up and change your clothes. It's still early. Let's go to the hospital to see Dr. Yi right away."

"good……"

The scar on Zhao Heyuan's face extended in a crescent shape from his temple to the tip of his nose.

The purpose is too obvious, they want to disgrace Zhao Heyuan.

It took an hour to get to the plastic surgery hospital, and Jiang Xihong contacted Dr. Yi through his own connections.

When Dr. Yi saw the injuries on his face, he was so scared that he locked the door and examined him carefully.

Finally, I took off my glasses and was powerless to notify:

"There's nothing I can do."

"It's too cruel. Plastic surgery can't restore his previous appearance. How can this be?"

"What happened to you?"

Dr. Yi didn't understand at all.

Zhao Heyuan said in a hoarse voice: "I don't know either. I seem to be being watched..."

Jiang Xihong left the plastic surgery hospital in despair.

The rationality of his brain told him that Zhao Heyuan was doomed.

"Hey, sir, Zhao Heyuan's face is disfigured. Are you considering abandoning it now? I will send you the photos and the diagnosis results of the plastic surgery hospital."

"Please decide."

Ten minutes later, the gentleman cursed the murderer who had disfigured Zhao Heyuan in eight languages.

Jiang Xihong: "Sir, I will recruit new candidates for you immediately."

Mr.: “It’s a pity.”

Jiang Xihong was sweating profusely, "Sir, please give me another chance."

Sir: “Three days.”

"yes."

Another three days passed, and Jiang Xihong could only look for the most suitable candidate. When he returned home, he found that the drawer seemed to have been tampered with.

Jiang Xihong was suspicious and finally gave up thinking.

He drank several bottles of wine and mourned the loss of 10 million.

Just a little bit more... As long as I present Zhao Heyuan to you, you can get 10 million.

What a tempting 10 million.

As planned, during this period, Zhao Heyuan had to stay at home, being taken care of by his parents, and the curtains could not be opened.

He just followed Jiang Xihong's instructions and posted a blog post about his safety and posted a selfie.

Selfies are a stock from long ago.

The fans won’t know either.

In just three days, the police received an anonymous letter of complaint.

It's full of dirty stuff that can't be seen in the light of day.

It's a huge conspiracy.

Jiang Xihong is an important part of the conspiracy, responsible for exporting the "perfect artist" to a man named Mr. abroad.

Zhao Heyuan accepted the inquiry.

After the inquiry was completed, Qiu Manman was contacted.

Qiu Manman met him in a private room in the restaurant. She was in a good mood, tapping the table casually with her fingertips.

Zhao Heyuan: "Thank you."

"Why thank me... The police are going to arrest Mr. now. I guess he is not hiding very well."

Zhao Heyuan smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Qiu Manman ordered the meal. "After I finish this meal, I will go to the police station to be an enthusiastic member of the Chaoyang Crowd."

"Um?"

Zhao Heyuan looked up, "Manman, is there anything else you haven't told me?"

Qiu Manman said righteously, "Don't worry, you just need to know that your nightmare is over before it even begins because of me."

“…”

He looked at Qiu Manman's pretty face, feeling mixed emotions.

After the meal, Qiu Manman left the restaurant and swaggered into the police station with the calm expression of a concerned citizen on her face.

In a conference room in the police station, Qiu Manman found her home court and explained some of her own investigation conclusions in detail, word by word.

And produced relevant evidence obtained from foreign investigations.

"Well, comrade, that's all I have to say about my investigations."

Someone curiously asked, "How did you investigate so clearly in such a short time?"

Qiu Manman said simply: "Spending money like crazy."

“…”

Comrade: We don’t understand the interests and hobbies of rich people.

One leader immediately announced: “Contact international police for cooperation.”

…

In Jiashui Bay.

Qiu Manman returned home and lay down on the sofa to rest. Xiao Shi handed her a glass of juice.

"Sister Manman, do you have time now?"

Xiao Shi's eyes were red and she sat beside her with a bandaged face.

Qiu Manman didn't even drink the juice. She thought Xiaoshi was wronged and asked concernedly, "What's wrong? Xiaoshi, who bullied you?"

“Look…”

Xiaoshi took out her cell phone, which showed a picture of Zhao Heyuan coming out of a plastic surgery hospital, his face completely covered.

Fans are speculating: Zhao Heyuan is disfigured.

"Sister Manman! How is Zhao Heyuan?"

“Wuwu ... I really like Zhao Heyuan’s dance.”

"He is really powerful, but please don't disfigure him."

Qiu Manman sighed and said softly, "Wait a few days for the investigation results to come out. I can't tell you now."

Xiaoshi covered her face and went upstairs to cry.

[Oh, what a sin! I made the little cook at home cry.]

Si Zhuo returned home and happened to hear her thoughts.

Make Xiaoshi cry?

"What are you busy with lately?" Si Zhuo asked casually.

"I have done a great thing. Just wait and see in a few days." Qiu Manman raised her chin proudly.

【As an enthusiastic Chaoyang fan, I am very proud. 】

【But as a money-obsessed person, I shed tears of sorrow.】

Qiu Manman looked at the high ceiling.

Si Zhuo walked up to her, bowed and looked at her, blocking some of the soft light, and asked, "When will the next show be recorded?"