Jin Family Castle,
In the spacious study, Mr. Jin sat at the round mahogany table by the window.
He stared intently at the black and white chessboard in front of him.
The game on the board was deadlocked; a black piece lingered between his fingers for a long time.
But it never fell.
The room was as still as water.
Suddenly, a slight vibration broke the silence—it was the assistant's cell phone lighting up in his pocket.
The assistant quickly glanced down at the screen, his expression changed slightly, and he leaned down and whispered,
"Sir, Young Master Jing's private jet has applied for a flight route, and the departure time is scheduled for 11:40 PM tonight."
He's going back to China.
"Should we... do something to stop it?"
Grandpa Jin didn't even raise his head.
Weiwei gently placed the chess piece onto the chessboard.
"……Need not."
"There is ample time"
The assistant was taken aback, his brows furrowed, and his tone became more urgent.
"But once Young Master Jing returns to Haicheng, that's within his sphere of influence,"
"If we want to take action again... it probably won't be so easy."
Old Master Jin raised his head, his gaze as calm as an ancient well, his thin lips moving slightly.
He let out a low chuckle tinged with disdain.
What's your rush?
"I'm practically half-buried in the ground and I'm not worried, but you're as anxious as a cat."
The assistant choked for a moment, then lowered his head.
"I'm worried about your health..."
Old Master Jin raised his hand, indicating that he didn't need to say anything more.
Then he looked at the chessboard, his tone slow but firm.
"Don't worry, I can hold on with this crippled body until the Jin family is completely stable. There's still time to hand it over to Amin."
Before the words were finished,
The white stone landed with a resounding thud, striking precisely at the opponent's vital black stones.
The game suddenly changed; a storm was brewing.
At this moment, the assistant seemed to remember something and added in a low voice,
"By the way, Zhou Heng fell off a cliff and his whereabouts are still unknown. I'm afraid... his chances of survival are slim."
Old Master Jin didn't even lift his eyelids, not bothering to reply with a single word.
His expression was as indifferent as frost.
It was as if what I heard was not news of someone's life or death, but a fallen chicken feather.
The assistant hesitated for a moment, then said,
"Everything seems normal on Young Master Jing's side, and there's nothing unusual about him and Miss Chu either."
Grandpa Jin then gave a soft hum.
"That's not necessarily true."
He looked back at the chessboard, his gaze cold.
"You can't just look at the surface of a problem."
"Some things may seem as small as dust, but once they settle in your heart, they are not easy to wipe away."
"Over time, my mind became blurred."
The assistant was somewhat confused.
"Sir, you mean...those photos?"
"But those were obviously done on purpose. Would Young Master Jing believe them?"
"It doesn't seem to have made much of a splash."
Old Master Jin lowered his eyelashes, his voice slow and calm.
Like a blunt knife that hides its sharpness.
"There will be a day when it comes in handy—"
………
The plane cut through the clouds and encountered air currents during its night flight.
The entire fuselage suddenly shook.
With a few piercing metallic clangs, the cabin shook violently.
Chu Wuyang was suddenly awakened from her sleep.
Complete darkness enveloped her; instinctively, she clutched the soft cashmere blanket beneath her, her voice trembling with terror.
"...We fell! We fell off a cliff?! Did we fall off a cliff again?!"
Before she could finish speaking, she had already thrown herself into the arms of the man beside her.
Jingmin, who had been resting with his eyes closed, was startled awake by her sudden movement.
He quickly put his arm around her shoulder.
With his other hand, he gently pressed down on the back of her head.
"It's alright, don't be afraid, it was just a gust of wind, it's over now."
"We are on the plane and safe."
"Don't be afraid, I'm here..."
Chu Wuyang nestled into his arms, her breathing still unsteady.
After a long while, still shaken, he finally looked up.
He asked in a low voice,
"...Zhou Heng, is he dead?"
Jing Min's eyes narrowed slightly as he listened to her still thinking about that name at a time like this.
Displeasure quickly rose in my heart.
That man kept provoking him!
He hated her so much that he wanted to skin her alive and tear her apart.
His tone was extremely soft, yet it carried a subtle chill.
He tightened his arms, drawing her even closer.
He lowered his head and gently kissed the top of her head, comforting her.
"Don't worry, he's dead."
The tone was firm and resolute.
Although he left people behind to continue the search before he left,
But Zhou Heng was shot, and then he lost his footing and fell from the sea cliff, below which lay the deep sea with its turbulent undercurrents.
If it falls in, it is highly likely to attract sharks in the sea...
Even if they don't die, there's absolutely no way they could swim back unscathed.
Therefore, for Jing Min, Zhou Heng was already someone who had been added to the death list.
Chu Wuyang paused for a moment,
Then he suddenly asked in a low voice,
"Then... without Zhou Heng, is Chu Yao beyond saving?"
Hearing this, Jing Min tilted his head slightly to look at her, and remained silent for two seconds.
He finally shook his head.
"No."
His voice was calm.
"Ruan Xi was found in the villa. I had someone take her back and hand her over to the police."
"She instigated Chu Yao to commit bribery, and her motive was Zhou Heng. Legally, she is an accomplice."
"Although she was not the mastermind, she was aware of the situation and facilitated it, so she should still bear responsibility."
"If she is willing to cooperate and tell us everything that needs to be said, the prosecution may consider giving her a lighter sentence."
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