Chapter 184 Ghost Marriage Memorial Tablet, Shocking the Socialite Circle!
The truth, at this moment, was finally revealed in the most cruel and bloody way!
What love turned to hate! What jealousy and framing!
Those are just empty pretenses!
The Chu family was rotten from the very beginning! Chu Huai'an was nothing but an accomplice of a traitor!
The reason they were willing to go to any lengths and use every vicious means to crush Huo Shouzhen into the mud and condemn him to the status of a traitor so that he could never rise again was to cover up Chu Huai'an's own crimes!
They need to find a scapegoat!
A lone hero with an impeccable family background and outstanding military achievements, yet no connections in the capital, is the perfect scapegoat in their eyes!
"You beast!" Gu Zhengfeng slammed his fist on the table. This battle-hardened deputy commander was trembling with rage, his eyes bloodshot.
Overwhelming anger and hatred nearly consumed Su Yue.
But she didn't cry, nor did she break down.
After the extreme grief, her mind became calmer than ever before.
She looked at the list with eyes as sharp as a poisoned scalpel.
"Dad, we can't hand over this list right away."
Her words stunned everyone.
Gu Zhengfeng looked at her in confusion: "Yueyue, the evidence is conclusive, why won't you hand it over?"
"Because it involves too many people."
Su Yue's voice was frighteningly calm.
“The people on the list have been around for over twenty years, and some may have risen to high positions. If we hand them over directly now, it will only alert them and give the people behind them enough time to react, destroy other evidence, or even turn around and bite us.”
She paused, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes.
"What I want is not just to put them on trial."
"I want them, along with the entire network of interests behind them, to be uprooted and reduced to ashes!"
These words sent a chill down the spines of all the family-oriented men present.
Looking at the slender, pregnant woman before them, they witnessed for the first time the ruthless methods and boundless hatred hidden beneath her delicate appearance.
Just then, the telephone in the living room rang urgently.
The butler answered the phone and walked in with a serious expression: "Master, it's Mr. Huo from Hong Kong calling, looking for the young mistress. He says there's something extremely urgent."
Su Yue walked to the phone and answered the receiver.
On the other end of the phone came the urgent and angry voice of Uncle Huo Shouxin.
"Yueyue! We've found it! We've figured out the source of funds in Chu Yanran's overseas account!"
"That account is directly linked to an overseas enemy intelligence organization codenamed 'K'!"
"And this 'K' organization is the very same enemy organization that engaged in a fierce firefight with your father's 'Lone Eagle' squad on the border twenty-three years ago, ultimately leading to the squad's annihilation!"
"Buzz!"
Su Yue felt as if her brain had been hit hard.
At this moment, all the clues were perfectly connected to form a closed loop!
The huge remittances Chu Yanran received every month were not ordinary money at all!
That's hush money!
It was the "compensation" that she, as a traitor's family member, received from overseas enemy organizations, a sum of money stained with the blood of her compatriots!
While enjoying the extravagant life bought with the blood of her father's comrades, she comfortably blamed all the evil on the hero whose life she had ruined!
"I understand, Uncle."
Su Yue hung up the phone, her face expressionless.
She slowly walked back to the study, picked up the memorial tablet on the table that read "Huo Lang" in the name of a ghost marriage, and gently stroked the two characters written in cinnabar with her fingertips.
Everyone looked at her, waiting for her next instruction.
A strange and cold smile slowly curled up at the corner of her lips, a smile that sent a chill down Gu Beifeng's spine.
"Since Chu Yanran likes to do these underworld things so much, let's give her a hand and let the whole capital open its eyes."
She rewrapped the memorial tablet in a beautiful piece of silk and placed it in an elegant gift box.
Then, she raised her head and looked at Gu Zhengfeng.
“Dad, let’s hold onto this list for now. The Chu family’s biggest asset right now is not money or power, but the connections that Old Madam Chu has cultivated in the military for decades, and her so-called ‘pure’ reputation.”
"Our first step is to clip her wings, tear off her face, and turn her from a respected old lady into a lonely old woman that everyone in the Beijing social circle hates!"
the next day.
In the western suburbs of Beijing, there is a top-tier private club that is not open to the public.
Those who can enter and leave this place are either rich or noble. Today, it is a private tea party of the top socialites in Beijing. The ladies are dressed in elegant clothes, chatting and laughing. The air is filled with the restrained fragrance of perfume and the atmosphere of Versailles.
Wang Min, the wife of Deputy Commander Wang, was undoubtedly the focus of the entire event today.
She was dressed in a well-fitting dark green cheongsam, exuding an elegant air, and was surrounded by a group of ladies who listened to her tell them about the latest happenings in the military compound.
Just as the atmosphere was at its most lively, Wang Min picked up her teacup and stood up, seemingly to greet her friends at another table.
Unexpectedly, she seemed to trip over the carpet and stumbled.
"Ouch!"
She exclaimed in surprise, and a beautifully packaged brocade gift box "accidentally" flew out of her hand, tracing a beautiful arc before landing with a thud on the gleaming Italian marble floor.
The box opened with a click.
A small red wooden sign, about the size of a palm, rolled out.
It rolled extremely far, passing through the gaps between the tables and chairs, and finally came to a perfect stop in the very center of the room, right under everyone's feet.
The noisy tea party fell silent instantly.
Everyone's attention was drawn to the wooden plaque, its red color almost blinding, under the crystal chandelier.
"Oh dear, Madam Wang, are you alright?"
"What did you drop?"
A sharp-eyed woman was the first to react, pointing to the wooden sign on the ground.
Wang Min was steadied by her sisters. She clutched her chest, her face showing just the right amount of lingering shock, but her gaze fell on the wooden sign, feigning confusion.
"This is... I don't know either. A junior gave it to me just now, saying it was a trendy little trinket, but I didn't open it to look at it."
She said that, but she had already walked over, bent down and picked up the wooden sign.
She held it in her hand and looked at it for a moment, then read out the two words on the front of the wooden sign in front of everyone.
"Huo... Lang?"
Her voice was full of doubt, as if she were saying a completely unfamiliar name.
The ladies present exchanged bewildered glances, all finding the object strangely odd. A memorial tablet for a man? What kind of trendy thing was this?
“There are words on the back too!” another lady pointed out.
Wang Min readily turned the wooden plaque over, and when she saw the line of words carved in delicate, small regular script on the back, she gasped as if she had been burned.
Her voice suddenly rose, tinged with shock and disbelief, as she read each word carefully:
"If we cannot share a bed in life, we shall share a grave in death."
hiss--
A collective gasp filled the room!
This is no little trinket! It's clearly a sinister memorial tablet for a ghost marriage!
What well-bred young lady would play with something like this? It's so unlucky!
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