Chapter 214: Helping the World
"Immediately arrest Du Weifeng's godson, Kuang Cheng."
When Li Qihan took out his cell phone, the cuff of his black windbreaker revealed a bony wrist.
Xia Lili held her chin with her brows slightly furrowed, "But there's one more thing..."
"Du Weifeng's godson, Kuang Cheng, only graduated from college a few years ago, right? How could he have such complicated social connections that he could actually order someone to kill Zhang Ying?"
Xia Lili was so perceptive that a hint of surprise flashed in Li Qihan's eyes: "I guess the father and son of the Kuang family can't escape responsibility."
Should I say that this girl is growing up too fast?
Interrogation room of Yangcheng Police Station.
Kuang Cheng is a young man wearing black-framed glasses, 26 years old, with a very gloomy temperament. When he was taken to the police station interrogation room, he said nothing and there was no look of surprise or panic on his face.
He sat quietly on the iron chair, his fingers tapping a rhythm on his knees.
"I planned this collapse."
His voice was calm. "I asked Yi Ming, who was in charge of sending and receiving forms, to imitate Zhou Yingxing's suicide note. I often came to the construction site to play, and we became good friends."
Xia Lili paused with her pen on the paper and looked up at the overly calm young man.
"What was your motive?"
Kuang Cheng suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a strange smile full of resentment: "Because my father was imprisoned back then, it was Du Weifeng who reported him."
He dug his nails into his palms. "He destroyed everything my family had. Our big villa was even sealed off. And he pretended to be a good guy and paid for my college education."
Xia Lili's pupils shrank slightly. It was Du Weifeng who reported Kuang Xiang. But didn't Du Weifeng say that Kuang Xiang was framed and sent to jail?
She looked at Li Qihan unconsciously.
Li Qihan rested his hands on the interrogation table, his tall figure casting an oppressive shadow. "Did you really plan all of this yourself? Didn't your father Kuang Xiang contribute to this?"
Kuang Cheng raised his head suddenly, and the chain of his glasses drew a sharp arc in the air: "It has nothing to do with my dad!"
His voice suddenly rose, then quickly dropped, "I hold a grudge against Du Weifeng... I hate him for betraying my father..."
Li Qihan's slender fingers flipped through the files on the table, his black cufflinks gleaming coldly under the light. "As far as I know, your father, Kuang Xiang, was released from prison six months ago."
He raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as a knife, "I am currently working as a project director for Du Weifeng's biggest competitor, Hongyuan Construction."
His fingertips tapped a line of data on the document. "Coincidentally, if Du Weifeng's project fails, Guangdong Hongyuan will be able to take it over at the lowest price."
Kuang Cheng's fingers suddenly twitched like a spasm, and the pupils behind the lenses suddenly contracted.
Xia Lili keenly noticed that his Adam's apple was rolling unnaturally, and immediately wrote "He is lying" on the notebook and quietly pushed it towards Li Qihan.
Only after she finished pushing it did she realize that - as a professor of criminal investigation who could teach at the Public Security University, how could Li Qiuhan not have noticed it?
Xia Lili felt a slight heat in the tips of her ears, and felt that her action was unnecessary.
However, Li Qihan glanced at the note and raised the corner of his mouth almost imperceptibly: "Your observation skills have improved."
The voice was still cold, but it made Xia Lili's ears feel even hotter.
Not sure if it was her illusion, but Li Qihan was sure that her frequency seemed to have increased!
Li Qihan turned to look at Kuang Cheng and slowly closed the file: "It's okay."
His bony fingers tapped lightly on the table. "If you don't speak up, someone from those two people who 'accidentally' fought in the cell will."
Kuang Cheng's face turned pale instantly, and cold sweat slid down his temples to the edge of the frame.
The incandescent light in the interrogation room illuminated the scene clearly.
The suspicion was cleared and Zhou Yingxing finally regained his freedom.
He stood at the door of the police station, his rough fingers tightly grasping the release certificate, his eyes reddened: "Thank you, officers, for clearing my name..."
Zhou Yingxing's voice choked. "My life is worthless, but I can't go on carrying the charge of killing a coworker!"
When Xia Lili heard this, her eyes turned red.
Li Qihan patted Zhou Yingxing on the shoulder and said, "This is our police duty."
His voice was steady, "Don't wrongly accuse good people, and don't let bad people go."
Xia Lili took out a gold-stamped business card from the folder: "Master Zhou, this is for you."
Zhou Yingxing took it doubtfully, his calloused fingertips gently stroking the raised gold letters on the card: "What is this...?"
"I heard your daughter wants to be a plastic surgeon? She wants to perform reconstructive surgery on children born with cleft lip." Xia Lili's eyes curved. "Here's the contact information for the Huajin Hospital's 'Ji Shi Fund.'"
She glanced at Li Qihan beside her and said, "We've verified that your daughter has excellent academic performance and fully meets the requirements for financial aid."
Zhou Yingxing's hands suddenly trembled, and Xia Lili actually saw an expression of joy and happiness on his face, which was stiff due to illness.
He carefully put the business card into his inner pocket, close to his heart: "Panpan... Panpan will be happy to know..."
Xia Lilihan nodded slightly. "Tell her to contact the foundation directly. Someone from Huajin Hospital will be assigned to contact her."
"Hua, Huajin Hospital?" Zhou Yingxing's trembling fingers could hardly hold the gold-embossed business card. He had only seen this top private hospital, which was well-known in the southeast region, on TV news.
Only then did he realize that the business card in his hand had the four big words "Huajin Hospital" on it.
Xia Lili nodded gently: "After passing the foundation's training assessment, your daughter can directly sign a contract to become a doctor at Huajin Hospital."
She looked at the hunched middle-aged man in front of her, and her voice softened unconsciously.
Zhou Yingxing's knees suddenly went weak and he was about to kneel down, but Xia Lili quickly supported him.
Zhou Yingxing's eyes were red: "Officer Xia, not only did you clear my name, you also gave my daughter such a good training opportunity."
He was choked with sobs and couldn't continue speaking, wiping the tears that kept flowing with the back of his rough hands.
The rumors about Joaquin Hospital - generous salaries and complete benefits - flashed through his mind.
Xia Lili held up his arm firmly to prevent him from kneeling: "I'm just pulling the strings. Your daughter is outstanding enough."
She noticed the frayed threads on the cuffs of Zhou Yingxing's work clothes, and her heart ached.
Zhou Yingxing wiped his face with his sleeve and carefully stuffed the business card into his chest pocket: "Now...now I can leave with peace of mind."
"Don't say that," Xia Lili said in a voice so soft it sounded like a sigh. "Spend more time with your daughter in the remaining days."
Zhou Yingxing nodded heavily, and his back seemed to straighten a lot when he turned around.
He held the business card as if he was holding his daughter's future, and walked briskly into the morning light.
Li Qihan stood on the steps in front of the police station, his black windbreaker blowing into a sharp arc in the morning breeze.
He lowered his eyes to look at Xia Lili, his voice still carrying his usual coldness: "Our young President Xia is quite enthusiastic."
Xia Lili raised her face, the sunlight dancing in her clear eyes: "If you can help, please help."
She tucked the stray hair behind her ear and said, "All these connections I have now are thanks to my precognitive abilities. Life at home is getting better and better, so it's only natural that I should give back to society."
She paused, her smile deepening. "As the old saying goes, if you are successful, you should help the world."
Li Qihan's fingertips curled slightly in the pocket of his windbreaker.
He should have looked away as usual, but he inexplicably stopped at this moment.
The morning light penetrated Xia Lili's flying hair, casting tiny spots of light on the gray walls of the police station.
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