Ning Yuan was speechless and questioned the heavens.
She hadn't even enjoyed a fraction of the good fortune of being the young mistress of the Rong family before she became a target for attack.
Who can I complain to?!
...
Tang Jun sat in another comfortably furnished room, legs crossed, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and made a phone call.
On the other end of the phone, He Su's gentle voice rang out: "Hello."
Tang Jun lazily exhaled a smoke ring: "The matter is settled."
He Su seemed unsurprised and laughed on the other end of the phone: "I know Ah Jun is always the most resourceful."
Tang Jun scoffed, "That little girl is not easy to deal with."
I thought it was just a matter of dealing with a little girl, but who knew it would cause so much trouble.
He Suwen asked again on the other end of the phone, "What do you plan to do with her?"
Tang Jun asked with great interest, "What do you plan for me to do with that little girl?"
He Su thought for a moment, then smiled gently: "Don't you love playing those Western-style tricks the most, with whips, ropes, and all sorts of tools?"
She added slowly and deliberately, "You've gone too far. Just throw that girl naked into the Huangpu River and feed the fish. It's that simple."
Tang Jun, a cigarette dangling from his lips, smiled strangely: "Tsk, Sister He Su still understands me. But what exactly did this little girl do to offend you that you're planning to make her die such a horrible death?"
Don't tell him that it's really just that the mother-in-law doesn't like her daughter-in-law.
He Su sat in front of the dressing table, combing her hair as she said, "You know, my stepson is disobedient and holds a deep grudge against me and Xiang Dong."
She sighed, "His whereabouts are unpredictable now. Who knows when he'll come out and bite me and Xiang Dong?"
Tang Jun narrowed his eyes and exhaled smoke: "So, you want to use the death of the village girl to force Young Master Rong to come out?"
He Su said with pity on the other end of the phone—
"I actually feel sorry for that little village girl. She married Rong Zhaonan, but she can't enjoy his blessings. She will only be implicated and suffer disasters because of him. This is the consequence of a woman who doesn't know her place when she gets married."
Tang Jun couldn't help but chuckle as he listened: "Sister He Su, you're really ruthless."
The eldest son of the Rong family served in the military for many years; this type of person has a particularly strong sense of responsibility.
Even if he had no feelings for the village girl, he knew that his innocent wife had been implicated by him and died such a scandalous and tragic death.
I'm afraid he'll suffer from pain, anger, and self-blame, leaving him with a lifelong psychological shadow.
He Su sighed gently, "It's not that I'm heartless, it's just that my stepson is handsome but holds grudges. Even if I don't think about myself, I should think about my children, right?"
She gazed at her beautiful face in the mirror: "He's going back to the capital to resume his post. I don't even need to lift a finger; plenty of people will deal with him."
“But he’s hiding in the shadows now. Even his father can’t find him. And there are people above him helping him conceal his whereabouts. That’s very troublesome. Who likes having a ferocious beast watching them from the shadows?”
Tang Jun understood: "So that was your plan—to make sure that after Young Master Rong was forced out, his enemies could aim their guns at him?"
He Su's tone was gentle yet helpless: "I didn't want to either, but Lao Rong already has two children, Xiang Dong and Chao Bei, so they have both a son and a daughter. They don't need a brilliant older brother to overshadow them."
Tang Jun said calmly, "Sister He Su, don't you think you're short-sighted? Your two children have a capable older brother, wouldn't it be good if they could help each other in the future?"
He Su paused, her voice still soft, yet firm and cold: "No, he's not mine. Anything that doesn't belong to me is no good."
Tang Jun mocked her: "Tsk, you should have found a chance to kill him when he was sent to the countryside. Why did you have to go through all this trouble?"
He Su held the phone, her voice calm: "Back then, I was in the Northwest with Lao Rong, being sent down to a cadre school for 'study,' and I was too busy to take care of myself."
She sighed, "It can only be said that some people are too stupid, thinking that the situation will never change, so they let the tiger return to the mountain instead of eliminating the root of the problem."
Tang Jun glanced at the old-fashioned wall clock: "Since I've helped Sister He Su so much, how are you going to thank me?"
He Su chuckled: "What, given our friendship, do I need a thank-you gift?"
Tang Jun wasn't buying it, and just scoffed, "That little girl is incredibly cunning, highly vigilant, and even knows self-defense. Does she know how many roundabout ways I went, how much trouble I caused, or how much of a mess I had to clean up?"
He Su asked, "Then what do you want?"
Tang Jun chuckled lightly: "Sister He Su, I recently heard that the Military Research Institute has a project called Project 571. I'm very interested in it. It shouldn't be difficult for Madam Rong to get some information about Project 571, right?"
He Su said slowly and deliberately, "Ah Jun, we grew up together in the cultural troupe. The reason I can sit in Madam Rong's seat today is because I'm lucky."
"It's also because I'm smart, pragmatic, and know that there are certain bottom lines I can't cross."
She calmly and decisively refused: "I would never do something like leaking secrets to outsiders."
A cold glint flashed in Tang Jun's eyes as he mockingly spoke into the phone—
"You knew I was an outsider, yet you still dared to order me to kill someone and deal with your stepson. Isn't that crossing the line?"
He Su spoke gently on the phone, like she was coaxing a child: "Ah Jun, don't get angry with me."
She spoke so casually, yet with such certainty.
Tang Jun froze, gripping the phone without speaking. A complex and chaotic mix of emotions flashed in his cold eyes, a mixture of pain and forbearance.
After a long pause, he said coldly, "Sister He Su, you can't offer me any benefits, yet you want to use me as a pawn. Aren't you afraid that if I say something casually, I could threaten your position as Madam Rong?"
He Su sighed softly: "Ah Jun, you've had two girlfriends. The first one couldn't stand you hitting her, so she reported you and ran away."
"The second person you manipulated to commit suicide, wasn't it your sister who cleaned up the mess for you?"
She said calmly, "I can't help you, but I'm your backup plan."
She paused, then laughed gently and even indulgently on the phone—
"Besides, Ah Jun, I know that you would rather die than betray the sister who raised you since you were a child."
Tang Jun stopped talking, gripped the phone tightly, and hung up with a snap, looking both embarrassed and annoyed.
He finally stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and walked out the door expressionlessly.
When Ah Zhong saw him come out, he immediately stood up and said, "Brother Tang."
Tang Jun said coldly, "Go and get rid of the two older members of the Ning family. I want to play with the younger one for a few days."
He's extremely agitated right now. He's wasted so much effort and half a month of time on this, and he's gained nothing.
He desperately needs lives and women to fill the void in his heart.
Ah Zhong nodded, adjusted his cap, and left the office with a dagger and a gun.
Before long, he led Ning Jinyun and Ning Zhuliu, who were tightly bound and gagged, from the corner of the warehouse to the Huangpu River.
The riverside area of Shanghai has been a cargo loading and transportation terminal since before liberation.
However, in recent years, productivity has declined, and apart from a few large docks, many places have become warehouses for storing waste.
It was very desolate, with no sign of human habitation.
Ning Jinyun and Ning Zhuliu immediately noticed several large sacks placed by the river, some of which were filled with heavy waste.
Ning Zhuliu's expression changed; he had heard the old masters from Shanghai in the factory say that.
Before liberation, the Shanghai Green Gang would kill people by stuffing them into sacks filled with heavy objects like stones, and then throwing them into the river.
No bullets needed, no bloodshed, and the most convenient!
He thought Tang Jun wouldn't act so quickly, and that he might still have a chance to live. But he never expected that the other party would make a ten-minute phone call and then come back to kill him!
Ning Jinyun clearly knew what fate awaited her, and was instantly terrified, turning to run away.
She regretted it; she shouldn't have provoked someone she shouldn't have!
Ning Jinyun's hands were tied, and her legs went weak from panic.
She had only taken two steps when Ah Zhong impatiently kicked her to the ground: "Damn it, where do you think you're going!"
She fell flat on her face, writhing and struggling on the ground.
Ah Zhong impatiently kicked her hard in the stomach: "I wanted to make your death more comfortable, but you're so shameless, you still want to run away? I'll teach you to run, I'll teach you to run!"
He kicked Ning Jinyun's stomach repeatedly and fiercely, as if it were a punching bag.
Ning Jinyun screamed in pain as she was beaten, but because her mouth was gagged, she couldn't make a sound and could only roll on the ground.
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