Chapter 63 Locking Up Your Stepmother - I locked your stepmother up in a mental hospital...
Qiu Xiaoman was quite surprised to see the people getting out of the car.
She didn't understand why he was there, or why he had just managed to stop the dump truck that was crashing into her.
She glanced at the police car next to her. To avoid people associated with the Liu family, Captain Zou hadn't brought Liu Yuandou's grandson, Liu Kai, with him today.
That blockheaded, clueless brat.
Fang Zhenhong was also transferred to another case team. Among the police officers who responded to the call, there should no longer be anyone related to the Liu family. So who exactly leaked her whereabouts?
Could it be that Fang Zhenhong estimated the time? Is it possible for an estimate to be that accurate?
No, that's impossible. There are many cars on Beidu Street, and the road conditions are unpredictable. These dump trucks must have come from a nearby construction site, and the construction site must belong to the Liu family. At the same time, someone must be guarding their only route to pass on messages.
She subconsciously glanced at the license plates around her, reported them to the system one by one, and then looked at the drivers in the cars, making a preliminary judgment based on their expressions.
These drivers didn't seem like they wanted to kill her, so she looked at the nearby floors.
If someone really wants to kill her, it's essential to find a high vantage point to observe. And if the other party already has the ability to observe from a high place, then they're not far from sniping her; all they need is a sniper rifle.
However, with so many onlookers, it would be too late for someone to shoot her; it would easily expose their position.
Qiu Xiaoman stood by the roadside, scanning the buildings one by one, and finally fixed her gaze on the nearby roadside trees. She whistled and walked towards the less crowded green area next to her.
A flock of sparrows, pigeons, and magpies flew over, chirping away.
"Human, what do you want with us?"
"Did you see anyone on the nearby floors aiming at the police car? Anyone standing on the roof or at the window counts."
"It seems there is one," the fat, gray pigeon cooed.
Qiu Xiaoman asked curiously, "What does it look like? Where is it located?"
"He was on the roof of the shopping mall next door, wearing a gray hat, but he's already gone."
Do you know what he looks like?
"I don't know, but he brought something that looks like a long pole! Be careful, human."
That's most likely a sniper rifle. They didn't fire it because they wanted the dump truck to charge into battle. If it succeeded, it would be a traffic accident, not an assassination.
But next time, she wasn't so lucky.
Then look at the mall's sign. Well, it's Fule Mall, the one owned by Liang Jianshan.
Qiu Xiaoman immediately picked up her mobile phone and questioned Shen Qinghuai: "Where is your wife? I was almost hit by a dump truck, and there was someone aiming a sniper rifle at me from the roof of Fule Shopping Mall. You'd better give me an explanation as soon as possible, otherwise, one day I'll bring people to your door to arrest your wife, and don't blame me for not giving you face!"
After saying that, Qiu Xiaoman hung up the phone without waiting for Shen Qinghuai to speak.
Shen Qinghuai turned pale with fright and immediately interrupted the meeting: "Manager Zhao, you take charge. I'm going out for a bit."
Manager Zhao was completely confused, but it was alright. President Shen was very busy and often had him chair meetings, so he was used to it.
However, judging from President Shen's expression, it seemed that something serious had happened. He quickly got up, opened the door, and went to the corridor to ask with concern, "What happened? Did something happen to Xiao Qiu?"
"How did you know?" Shen Qinghuai's heart was pounding in his chest. He felt suffocated and had no choice but to loosen his tie.
Manager Zhao explained, "Your sister-in-law is back, isn't she... Mr. Shen, I advise you to cut ties with her as soon as possible, otherwise, the company's image will plummet, and no matter how hard you try, you won't be able to salvage it."
After all, the fact that a company CEO's own daughter was killed by his second wife is enough to cause a huge uproar.
Rivals will certainly not let such an opportunity pass by. The sabotage from behind by competitors is far more brutal than a direct confrontation.
Shen Qinghuai understood and quickly urged, "Hurry up and prepare for tomorrow's trade negotiations. I'll go and take care of your sister-in-law's matter."
Manager Zhao understood and patted him on the shoulder: "If all else fails, send her to a mental hospital. That's the only way to minimize the damage. Mr. Shen, you must be decisive."
Shen Qinghuai pressed his hand down, their eyes met, and the old friends understood each other's thoughts. He turned and left, walking quickly towards the parking lot and heading to a five-star hotel.
On the way, he called an acquaintance at the hospital and asked him to quickly introduce a reliable psychiatrist to come over, bring sedatives, and wait at his doorstep.
When he arrived at the hotel, he gave her the room number and went there. Liang Yuting was breastfeeding her child, and the room service staff were changing the bedding inside, so the door was unlocked.
Shen Qinghuai didn't want to cause a scene and become a laughing stock, so he calmly walked in, picked up his son from Liang Yuting's arms, and turned to leave.
Liang Yuting was delighted. Sure enough, he was the one who humbled himself and came to her first. She had won this round.
She picked up her bag and luggage and went downstairs to check out.
When he got home, the psychiatrist hadn't arrived yet. Shen Qinghuai opened the door, went in without saying a word, and put the child in the crib.
As soon as Liang Yuting closed the door, she turned around and received a hard slap across the face.
With a crisp, clear snap.
Liang Yuting covered her face and slumped onto the sofa, crying as she questioned him, "You hit me? What right did you have to hit me?"
"Either you give me the killer's number, or you go to a mental hospital right now. My woman, Shen Qinghuai's woman, cannot be a murderer!" Shen Qinghuai locked the door with a dark expression.
The nanny went out to buy groceries, and the three daughters went to school. There was no one at home, so the couple could have a good talk. As for their son, he was too young to understand anything.
Liang Yuting tried to argue, "What assassin? I don't know anything about them."
"Liang Yuting, when did you start colluding with Liu Yuandou's descendants? Did it start when Xiaoman arrested human traffickers? You arranged for Chai Dafeng to go there, didn't you? Do you think I'm blind and deaf and don't know what tricks you're playing?" Shen Qinghuai slapped her hard, his palm turning red. He then opened the refrigerator, took out two packs of ice packs, and threw one to Liang Yuting.
The slap messed up Liang Yuting's hair and injured the corner of her mouth, causing blood to spread.
She lay prone on the sofa, looked at the ice pack lying beside her, and struggled to sit up.
In order to avoid being locked up in a mental hospital, she confessed: "How exactly did you find out?"
"Among Liang Zhihao's cronies, some are gamblers. Liu Yuandou's underground casino is their paradise. The truck used in the human trafficking case was provided by Liang Zhihao. Today, Xiaoman was almost hit by a dump truck in front of Fule Shopping Mall, and there was a sniper on the rooftop ready to snipe her. Do you have anything else to say?" Shen Qinghuai's eyes were icy, as if he were looking at a stranger.
Liang Yuting tidied her hair, then suddenly laughed: "Since you already know, tell me, how do you plan to deal with me? Uphold justice against family? You, Shen Qinghuai, can't afford to lose face like that. Kill me? Aren't you afraid your daughter will find out about you? A mental hospital? How can you prove I'm mentally ill?"
“You seem to have forgotten that mentally ill patients cannot prove that they are not sick. As long as their family members say that she is sick, she is definitely sick.” Just as Shen Qinghuai finished speaking, the doorbell rang outside.
He stood up and said, "The number, will you tell me or not?"
"I'll talk, I'll talk." Liang Yuting guessed that the person ringing the doorbell now must be someone from the mental hospital. She didn't want to be mentally ill, and she didn't want to be locked up.
He had no choice but to obediently give out the sniper's contact information.
Shen Qinghuai broke his promise and still sent her to a mental hospital.
The psychiatrist came in with a nurse, gave Liang Yuting an injection of a sedative, and took her away.
Shen Qinghuai carried his son and went to handle the hospital admission procedures. On the way, he urged his friend again: "Arrange a few more bodyguards. My wife and daughter need protection."
"Are six enough?" The person on the other end was also surprised by how busy the business was.
"Okay, four will watch my wife, and two will secretly protect my daughter. Hurry up, my daughter was almost in danger, I need your men to come now."
"I understand. Then I won't be too picky. I'll arrange for the ones who live nearby to go there first and keep an eye on your wife."
"Speed." Shen Qinghuai hung up the phone, wanting to call Qiu Xiaoman, but his heart was pounding and he felt intimidated.
How should I put it? I've locked your stepmother in a mental hospital. I'm sorry, it's all Dad's fault.
But he hasn't acknowledged this daughter yet, so what kind of father is he?
He almost caused his daughter's death. If Liang Yuting had succeeded today, he would have been plunged into an abyss of eternal damnation.
Shen Qinghuai felt a wave of fear wash over him. No, he had to get a divorce as soon as possible! This woman had completely lost her mind; things couldn't go on like this.
If all else fails, lock her up in a mental hospital for two years, which would coincide with the time for separation and divorce.
After he finished all the formalities, he called his sister again: "Lanlan, are you free recently? Come over and help me with my child for a few days."
"Brother, what do you take me for, a nanny?" Shen Qinglan asked, looking unwilling.
Although she's divorced and has a lot of free time, she still has her own things to do. She goes to beauty salons and shopping with her girlfriends, so she's very busy.
Shen Qinghuai said in a deep voice, "Your sister-in-law has been admitted to a mental hospital, and the baby is still breastfeeding. I don't trust the nanny to take care of the child. Come over here and take care of the baby until the child is weaned. I'll give you 200,000 yuan."
"Okay, this is a good deal." Shen Qinglan's ex-husband was a coal mine owner who ran off with his mistress. To coax her into a divorce, he gave her five million.
She invested four million in Shen Qinghuai's company, and kept the remaining one million for food and drink, which is almost gone.
Now that her brother is willing to offer her the opportunity to earn extra money, she should accept it; 200,000 yuan is enough for her to live a carefree life for several months.
She asked, "When are we going?"
"Come now, I have a meeting at my company, hurry up." Shen Qinghuai glanced at his watch. Tomorrow's trade negotiations had to be successful, otherwise, he would soon run out of funds.
Oh right, I haven't transferred the more than three million yuan difference to Xiaoman yet. My second uncle will be angry when he finds out.
So busy, I'm completely overwhelmed.
After Shen Qinglan arrived at the house and took over his youngest son, Shen Qinghuai immediately went to the bank, transferred the money, and then returned to the company.
On the way, he called Shen Wanming, who sounded listless and didn't even bother to scold him.
Shen Qinghuai asked curiously, "Second Uncle, what's wrong?"
Shen Wanming said weakly, "I have kidney stones. I just had lithotripsy surgery today."
"Why don't you come back? I'll take care of you in your old age." Shen Qinghuai said with some emotion. His second uncle was infertile, which was a pity, given the huge family fortune. He wondered who would inherit it in the end.
Shen Wanming refused him, saying, "No need. I have someone to take care of me in my old age. You should worry about yourself."
Helpless, Shen Qinghuai had no choice but to get down to business: "Uncle, find someone you know to help me deal with an assassin. He just tried to harm Xiaoman."
"What? You idiot!" Shen Wanming, who was in excruciating pain, immediately jumped up. "What happened? Tell me quickly!"
Shen Qinghuai had no choice but to confess everything, which angered Shen Wanming so much that he immediately hung up the phone and contacted his friends in Malaysia to call the assassin back as soon as possible.
As for what to do with the hitman after returning to Malaysia, he didn't need to say much. This circle has its own rules: either clean house or hand him over to the police.
After dealing with all the potential problems, Shen Qinghuai was finally able to go back to the meeting. On the way, he forced himself to make a phone call to Qiu Xiaoman.
As soon as Qiu Xiaoman heard his voice, she hung up.
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The author says: There are real-life cases about mental hospitals. In Suzhou, there was an elderly mother who locked her daughter in a mental hospital in order to seize her property. Those who are interested can search for it themselves. It's too complicated to recount here. In short, once your family says you have a mental illness, it's really hard to prove that you don't.
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