Chapter 52, with a sense of urgency, led the way step by step...
"You mean that the Qiao family's previous accusations against the Wen family were all true, right?"
Did your company's management have prior knowledge of or authorized the relevant actions?
"Regarding the currently available specific evidence, such as data fingerprints and transaction records, does your company have anything to explain?"
...
Countless microphones crowded in front of Wen Hong, bombarding him with tricky and sharp questions.
The office was eerily quiet, with only the jarring and noisy sound from the live stream on her phone. Qiao Yunzheng felt as if her heart had been gripped tightly in an instant, making it hard to breathe.
The assistant stood there, stunned, her anger instantly turning into confusion. She stared at the live stream, utterly bewildered: "What is he doing...?"
The situation unfolded in a way that exceeded everyone's expectations, and the most affected were the management team at Wens Foodstuff Group responsible for the press conference.
Amidst the chaotic scene, a tall figure suddenly burst in, forcefully blocking the reporters who were surrounding Wen Hong: "Excuse me, that concludes today's press conference. Thank you all for your hard work!"
But only for a moment, the tall figure was pushed to the very edge by the restless crowd.
Wen Hong, who was at the very center of attention, remained calm and composed. He coldly observed everything before him, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
Until someone pushed through the crowd and handed him a microphone: "Is this the first time your company has profited through unfair competition? Has your company done anything similar before?"
Wen Hong's gaze slowly settled on the reporter, and then, under the tense gaze of everyone, he took the microphone handed to him, his thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered two words as powerful as thunder: "Of course."
As soon as he finished speaking, the electronic screen behind him switched to displaying a clear list of project names and chains of evidence.
He so effortlessly laid bare the suspicions lurking in everyone's hearts under the scorching sun, delivering a fatal blow with no room for maneuver.
This young master of the Wen family, whom everyone thought would save the Wen family from disaster, used an almost insane and ruthless method to plunge the Wen family into an even deeper quagmire.
In Kunming recently, various scandals involving the Wen family have been rampant. The most discussed topic is the Wen family's only son, who, upon taking power, turned against his own family and wiped out the entire Wen family.
The gates of the Wen residence were tightly closed, and the entrance was blocked by various media outlets and business partners.
Wen Hong drove from the underground parking garage to the central hall on the first floor, only to find the place in a mess, with broken porcelain and scattered documents all over the floor.
As soon as he entered the door, a shard of porcelain flew towards him.
He instinctively turned his head, and the shards of porcelain grazed his cheek as they flew past, then slammed into the wall with a loud bang, instantly shattering into pieces.
"You still have the nerve to come back!"
Wen Jinliang sat on the sofa, his face ashen and his hair disheveled.
Wen Hong raised her hand and rubbed her cheek. Her fingertips felt sticky and had a faint fishy smell.
Seeing this, Wen Miao, who was hiding in the corner with Yang Rulan, rushed forward: "Brother! You're bleeding!"
"Ignore him!"
Wen Jinliang's roar startled Wen Miao.
She paused for a moment, then steeled herself and ran up behind Wen Hong, tugged at his hand, and whispered, "Brother..."
Wen Jinliang was furious and sneered repeatedly: "Fine! You're all doing very well!"
"It's alright," Wen Hong gave Wen Miao a reassuring look, then glanced at the trembling Yang Rulan. "Be good, go back to your room with your mother first."
After Wen Miao and her daughter went upstairs, Wen Hong slowly walked up to Wen Jinliang.
Crimson blood trickled down his cheek, making the smile on his lips even more alluring: "Why is the old man so angry?"
Wen Jinliang slumped onto the sofa, staring intently at Wen Hong with an almost sinister gaze, completely disregarding his former composure and manners: "You really are... you're a madman! I thought that for your mother's sake, for your grandmother's sake and the Yan family's sake, you would at least protect the Wen family, but I never expected you to be such a mad dog! A madman! You personally destroyed the Wen family, destroyed me, destroyed your mother's and your grandfather's legacy! You're an ungrateful wretch!"
He appeared to be insane, cursing the person in front of him, with whom he shared the closest blood relation, with extremely vicious words.
Wen Hong remained nonchalant, seemingly unconcerned about the madness of the person before him. Only when the person mentioned his mother and maternal grandfather did a slight ripple appear in his deep eyes.
He scoffed lightly, stepped forward, reached out, and slowly grasped Wen Jinliang's already disheveled tie.
The elderly Wen Jinliang had no strength to resist Wen Hong and was easily lifted up.
Wen Hong looked down at him, her smile as cold as ice: "Wen Jinliang, where do you get the nerve to mention her? To mention the Yan family?"
With his collar tightly bound, Wen Jinliang's face turned red. He punched Wen Hong with his fists, but couldn't budge him an inch.
Only when his face slowly turned purple did Wen Hong suddenly release his grip on his collar, letting him slump back onto the sofa, panting heavily in a disheveled state.
“You’ve said something wrong. I do want to preserve my grandfather’s legacy, but before that, I need to remove the cancerous growth of the Wen family from it,” Wen Hong raised his arm and slowly straightened his shirt cuffs. “I told you before that I would take some things back myself, but you probably didn’t take my words to heart.”
"As for the Wen family," he lowered his eyes, looking down at the disheveled old man on the sofa with a blank stare, "it should rot in the mud, decay, stink, and be cursed by everyone."
Wen Hong helped Wen Jinliang up, his movements extremely gentle and slow. Although he did nothing, Wen Jinliang's shoulders, which he held, were trembling incessantly, as if he had thought of something and felt a great fear arise in his heart.
He smoothed the wrinkles on his shoulders: "As for you, you should just sit back and wait to be punished by law."
After saying that, Wen Hong put her hands in her pockets and turned away without looking back.
Just as he was about to walk out the door, Wen Jinliang suddenly called out to him.
"Wen Hong!"
Wen Hong paused, but he didn't turn around; he faced the doorway.
The weather is lovely today. The golden rays of the setting sun shine on the stone steps at the entrance, a sight that warms the heart.
Wen Jinliang seemed to age ten years in an instant, his voice trembling weakly: "Qiao Zhende's death has nothing to do with me, I didn't mean to harm him..."
“I know,” Wen Hong said, her back to him, her voice cold and deep. “You just accidentally found out about Qiao Zhenhuai’s secret, and you painstakingly got hold of his weaknesses. Then you used Qiao Zhenhuai as a knife and climbed up step by step over Qiao Zhende’s corpse.”
He sneered and continued, "You didn't harm him, but you're not innocent."
He didn't linger any longer, quickened his pace, and with a sense of urgency, stepped into the light.
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Because of the Wen family's affairs, Qiao Yunzheng received several calls from Yao Jing and Su Ran, all inquiring about her and Wen Hong's recent situation, their voices inevitably filled with worry. Qiao Yunzheng brushed them off one by one, simply telling them not to worry, that the company's affairs had not affected them.
But after hanging up the phone, the forced smile on her face could no longer be maintained and instantly collapsed.
She tried calling Wen Hong recently, but his phone was always switched off. The last time they contacted each other was before the press conference when she told him about catching Qiao Zhenhuai red-handed. He only replied, "Go ahead and do it without worry. I'll take care of everything."
At the time, she thought his words "I'll take care of everything" were just casual words to comfort her, but she never expected that he would actually go to great lengths to clear obstacles for her.
Suddenly, she remembered his seemingly random words during their tender moment that night: "I can kill myself for you."
Tears welled up in an instant, and before she even realized it, they were already falling like beads from a broken string.
Qiao Yunzheng suddenly stood up, grabbed her phone and bag, and prepared to go out to find Wen Hong.
Just then, Wen Miao called.
I don't know what she was doing on the other end; the background noise was very loud, and I could occasionally hear a man's roar and a woman's sobbing.
Wen Miao seemed to be hiding in a corner, and said to her in a low voice, "Sister-in-law, I'm worried that my brother isn't doing well. Do you want to go and see him?"
Qiao Yunzheng was startled, then realized what the background noise was, and hurriedly asked, "I can't contact him, do you know where he might have gone?"
Wen Miao paused for a moment, then sighed helplessly, "I think the only person who knows where he went is you, sister-in-law."
After hanging up the phone, Qiao Yunzheng drove out the door.
The house in the city center was empty, so she drove out onto the outer ring road.
As they passed the exit ramp out of the city, Qiao Yunzheng suddenly remembered a day when Wen Hong pulled her straight to a mountain road outside the city.
That time, because of a misunderstanding that she was going on a blind date with someone else, he took her to the mountains, pointed out a villa to her, and told her that it was left by his mother.
Qiao Yunzheng's heart skipped a beat. She jerked the steering wheel and, following her hazy memory, drove toward the villa.
After driving around the mountain road for half an hour, it was already completely dark.
She looked up and could already see a few lights halfway up the mountain.
She parked her car in the parking lot where Wen Hong had taken her last time, turned on the flashlight on her phone, and stumbled towards the brightly lit area.
Because I wasn't familiar with the area and it was dark, I accidentally twisted my ankle.
She gasped in pain, and when she looked up again, she was only a few dozen meters away from the entrance of the villa.
Qiao Yunzheng found a thick, withered branch from the bushes beside her to use as a crutch, and limped forward. The short distance, coupled with the darkness and steep slope, made the journey difficult.
About ten minutes later, she arrived at the door, panting.
The bamboo gate of the villa was ajar; it opened with a gentle push.
She wasn't sure if Wen Hong was there, or even if she had found the right place, so she could only move over carefully.
The small, lit house had a retro design with low, small windows. She stood on tiptoe and, through the frosted glass, could vaguely see a familiar figure under the warm yellow light. Only then did her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, begin to settle down.
She quickly moved over and pushed open the slightly ajar door.
The person inside was clearly startled by the sudden commotion, and turned sharply to look towards the door with a cold gaze.
However, upon seeing the person standing outside the door, the coldness instantly melted away, replaced by surprise and subsequent joy.
"A-Zheng?"
Hearing that familiar voice, Qiao Yunzheng felt a sudden lump in her throat.
She sniffed, a hint of grievance in her eyes, tossed aside the "crutch" she was using, and stretched out her arms to him: "Wen Hong..."
Wen Hong had never seen her look so disheveled. Her ponytail hung loosely behind her head, and a few strands of hair fell messily across her forehead. There were still a few withered leaves stuck to her clothes, and she hadn't had time to turn off the flashlight on her phone.
He frowned slightly, strode over, and embraced her tightly, his voice trembling as he asked, "It's so late, and the road is so difficult to walk. How did you get here?"
Smelling his familiar scent, Qiao Yunzheng's heart finally settled down. She blinked hard, trying to ward off the tears in her eyes: "I couldn't contact you, so I had to find you myself."
Author's Note: Ahem! Thank you "Sunshine" for the nutrient solution! Another day full of energy, love you~ Mwah! [Rose]
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