Chapter 5 The Fifth Knife

Although she reached the gate, Su Linlang still couldn't get out.

Because He Mo, who promised to go with her, had not arrived yet and asked her to wait.

According to the second room's maid, the second wife had fainted again, and He Mo was waiting for the doctor to come.

Unlike the first wife Xu Wanxin who was an ordinary person, the second wife Sun Linda was a movie star who was once very popular in Hong Kong.

Because she had filmed erotic films and enjoyed the reputation of the queen of erotic films, after she became pregnant before marriage, she and He Mo knelt outside the old lady's door for three days and three nights with her big belly. It was only after the old lady personally interceded that they were allowed to enter.

Afterwards, she devoted herself to taking care of her husband and children, and served Mrs. He until her death. She also went back to school and was admitted to the Master of Economics program of the University of Hong Kong. Because of her beauty and diploma, she was one of the top wives in the Hong Kong government.

When Su Linlang first arrived in Hong Kong, she was diagnosed with neurasthenia and has been treated by her niece, Miss Sun Jiaqi, who graduated with a master's degree in psychology from the University of Hong Kong and participated in the Miss Hong Kong pageant and won third place.

Sun Jiaqi, who is beautiful and well-read, once volunteered to be Su Linlang's bridesmaid.

While waiting for someone, Su Linlang asked Butler Liu, "Uncle Liu, who is the driver who took me out today?"

This was a crucial question, but she had deliberately delayed asking it until now.

Because she expected that Butler Liu would definitely give her an answer that would satisfy her.

As expected, he said, "He is my son and the old lady's hired driver. He has one advantage: he is honest."

Butler Liu Liu is a capable man trusted by three generations of the He family.

His son is naturally trustworthy, at least on the surface he seems trustworthy.

As the two were talking, He Mo came over and said, "Linlang has been waiting for a long time. You must be unhappy now."

Of course he changed into new clothes, a blue-gray Armani suit, which made him look much more dignified.

"Unlike Linlang, who has been cutting sugarcane on the farm since she was a child and has a good physique, your aunt is an MEcon in economics from the University of Hong Kong. She is a beautiful scholar and has ruined her health by studying too hard. Linlang is not allowed to make fun of her." He added.

Are you sure you're not being sarcastic by saying she's from the countryside in mainland China?

Su Linlang was neither anxious nor angry, and said: "Second uncle can also let aunt go to the farm to chop sugarcane to strengthen her body and strengthen her physique. If she chop more, her body will naturally get better."

She spoke slowly but eloquently, making He Mo so angry that his temples stood out.

His heart howled like a slaughtered pig, wondering if she was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid, and if she couldn't understand that he was mocking her.

He Mo smiled with a painful smile: "It's a nice idea to let your aunt cut sugarcane, but I'm afraid she will get angry and divorce me, and go out to start a business with Jiaqi. The Hong Kong government will have two more beautiful businesswomen, but our family will lose the only thing we can show off, madam!"

Oh no, it means she can't show it off.

Su Linlang said seriously, "Second Uncle, you are bald and have a belly, you also need to exercise. I suggest you go cut sugar cane, cut it with Jiaqi and the Second Madam, isn't this a nice idea?"

Is she really stupid or just pretending to be stupid?

He Mo's blood rushed to his head, and he had made up his mind. When reporters asked about He Puting's whereabouts when he went out, he would say a few words secretly. On the surface, he said that he was not feeling well, but he would deliberately reveal that Su Linlang was vulgar, which He Puting did not like, so he refused to go back with her.

It just so happened that there was a huge difference in their identities, and the media were waiting to see a joke.

Hearing him say that, he would definitely exaggerate and write nonsense, describing Su Linlang in a very bad light.

By then, she will be ostracized by the wealthy circles, laughed at by the common people, and become the topic of conversation among all the people in Hong Kong.

But just as he was thinking about it, Su Linlang suddenly put her hands on his waist and whispered, "Second Uncle?"

"..."Looking back, there were still baby pads on the corners of her lips when she smiled. She was actually still a child.

If she hadn't been so ignorant as to try to seize the family power, He Mo would not have bothered to argue with a child.

She pointed behind her: "Why didn't you look when you pulled up your pants? The hem of your underwear was curled up and exposed."

What? How could Mr. He, who is so particular about his clothes, have his underwear showing?

Could it be that he couldn't help himself and accidentally leaked it when he was pulling up his pants after making love with his wife?

He Mo turned around quickly.

Su Linlang took the opportunity to shove and kick him hard. After hearing the sound of shutter clicks, He Mo walked out the door.

Oh no, he fell out with a big headlock!

…

When a wealthy family has a wedding, as long as you can take photos of the newlyweds and write a few sentences about them, it will generate sales. In addition, it is customary to give out gifts on the day the newlyweds return home, so reporters all over Hong Kong are scrambling to get this kind of lucrative job.

There were especially many reporters waiting outside the He family's house today.

Of course it was because of the kidnapping.

As the saying goes, there is no wall that is impenetrable.

Just the day before yesterday, He Pu-ting's grand wedding had already made a sensation in Hong Kong. That night, there was another shooting in the Cross-Harbour Tunnel. A Mercedes-Benz sedan full of bullet holes was still dropping bullets when it was dragged out of the tunnel. Although the license plate was removed, reporters still recognized it based on their experience. It was He Pu-ting's car.

It happened that gangs were rampant in recent years and kidnapping cases occurred frequently in the Hong Kong government, so everyone speculated that He Puting might have been kidnapped.

Because the He family did not call the police or hold a press conference, and there was no confirmed news, it was difficult for us to write anything random, so we had to wait here. As long as we could get first-hand information, printing more newspapers would increase sales.

So all the reporters were on high alert. As long as they didn't see He Pu-ting in public, they could basically issue a press release.

Of course, all newspapers will send out all their paparazzi to follow the He family members 24 hours a day and report in real time!

As the door opened, well-trained reporters rushed in.

But the person who came out was neither He Puting nor the bride, but the second master He Mo!

He also rushed towards the reporters enthusiastically.

But he turned a corner halfway, and fell headfirst, with a thud, sideways down the stairs.

The moment Mr. He fell off the stairs was a highlight, with loud bangs and cameras flashing wildly.

Of course, the Hong Kong government reporters, who are known for their omnipresence, would not let Su Linlang go. When they saw her figure flash by, and she was alone, everyone turned around frantically, all the cameras turned around, and the microphones were almost stuck in her mouth.

"Ms. Su, how do you feel about your marriage? Where is Mr. He? Why didn't he come out with you?"

"Is it true that he was kidnapped? Are you going to rescue him? Do you want us to accompany you?"

"Mr. He has been kidnapped. The ransom must be sky-high. Miss Su, can you please tell me how much it is?"

This is the Hong Kong government reporter. The questions they ask are very tricky and they are like luring you into a trap. It is difficult for ordinary people to cope with them.

He Pu Zhuben, who was inside the door, was laughing arrogantly and was stunned for a moment. His elder brother was kidnapped, right?

He Mo was thrown to the ground and just as he was trying to get up, he was stepped on the head and feet by the reporters who crowded over him. After several struggles, he finally collapsed completely and became a stepping stone for the reporters.

Butler Liu's forehead was covered with sweat, and he thought to himself, this is bad, the reporters' questions are so tricky and the young mistress is inexperienced, don't let them fool you and let the truth leak out.

Only Su Linlang remained calm and let the camera

Flash, flash, without even blinking.

She didn't say anything, didn't move, and wasn't panicked or confused, which made the reporters a little puzzled.

As soon as they became puzzled, they stopped talking. Gradually, the whole place became quiet. Everyone gathered around and stared at Su Linlang.

The whole audience was silent for at least three minutes.

And this is the control ability of an interstellar female admiral.

Finally, she spoke in clear mainland Mandarin: "Thank you all for waiting here despite the heat. I would like to thank you on behalf of Pu Ting!"

The whole audience was silent.

This is a Hong Kong city, and the official language is Cantonese. People from the mainland are madly learning Cantonese pronunciation, just to get rid of their old accents as soon as possible and avoid being discriminated against by locals, but she speaks mainland Mandarin so calmly, as if it should be so.

And because she spoke mainland China's official language so frankly, the reporters felt that she was particularly sincere.

There were a few reporters who jumped around, wanting to ask about the kidnapping case, but Su Linlang would stare at them every time they jumped, and she would stare again if they jumped again. The other reporters, fearing that their advantageous positions would be snatched away, would spontaneously push them all out.

Gradually, the reporters pushed and shoved each other, and the scene fell into an inexplicable, silent commotion.

Finally, Su Linlang took a TV reporter's microphone with TVB printed on it and stood in front of the camera.

It looked like she was going to speak, and all the microphones were pointed at her to see what she was going to say.

He Mo finally got up from the ground, his face covered with big footprints. He wanted to swear, but he heard Su Lin say in a loud voice: "Today we are going to worship Buddha, which is a very solemn and serious matter. Pu Ting has a slight cold, and it is disrespectful for him to have a runny nose in front of the Buddha, so I decided not to let him go."

She did not respond to whether her husband was kidnapped, but she gave a good explanation as to why her husband did not come out with her.

He Mo felt his nose was a little itchy, so he wiped it and found out that he was bleeding from the nose.

He staggered back, looked back at He Pushu inside the door, and then at Butler Liu, all of whom looked shocked.

Originally, the explanation everyone had agreed on was that He Puting was not feeling well and could not go out, but Su Linlang added a word, which made the explanation seem more sincere and reasonable. At the same time, it also hinted at her relationship with her husband and their loving relationship.

The unique sincerity she brought to her speech in mainland Mandarin actually convinced the reporters.

Yes, she convinced the reporters who came with the kidnapping proposition that He Puting was not kidnapped, but just had a cold.

…

A reporter said: "It seems that Mr. He was not kidnapped and is safe. Congratulations."

Another reporter said: "I didn't expect Mr. He to be such a wife slave. I wish Ms. Su a happy marriage."

"Congratulations on your wedding, Miss Su." Someone raised his hand.

Signaling Butler Liu to hand out red envelopes, Su Linlang changed her voice to Cantonese: "Thank you, everyone. Keep the gifts. See you later."

She smiled and calmly stared at the reporters, making way for whoever she stared at.

Gradually, everyone spontaneously made way for her.

She walked through it slowly and got on the bus.

…

Butler Liu looked at He Mo and said, "Second Master, does your nose need treatment?"

He Mo was very puzzled. Even his first wife Xu Wanxin couldn't handle the tricky reporter. Only his wife Sun Linda could handle it with ease because she was a movie star and well-read.

But how did Su Linlang do it?

No, why did she push and shove him on purpose just now? Is she crazy? Does she want to kill him and take over the family business?

He Mo wanted to rush into the car, pull Su Linlang out and beat her up because of this rude and unruly girl from mainland China with no upbringing.

But that was of course not possible. His elder brother was in a coma and his nephew was kidnapped. He must not alarm the reporters at this time.

Otherwise, the He family will have a tail that they can't get rid of, and will only become more passive!

He Mo's face was covered with blood from his nose. He gritted his teeth and said, "When she comes back, I will let her know how powerful He Erye is!"

…

What Su Linlang faced was a kidnapping case that was worthy of being recorded in the annals of Hong Kong City.

Very good, she has dealt with the reporters, and the paparazzi won’t chase her car today.

Even if He Mo's nose was so rotten, he would stay at home and answer the kidnappers' calls, so as not to anger the kidnappers and provoke them to chop off He Puting's legs as a demand. Next, Su Linlang should continue to look for the crucial person, the kidnappers' accomplice.

Assuming Xu Tianxi is fine and He Mo is destined not to go with her, then there is only one person left, the driver who takes her on the trip.

Because of the old lady's preference, she arranged a car for Su Linlang, a Rolls-Royce Silver Spur sedan. Whenever she went out, the Silver Spur would be responsible for picking her up. The driver of the Silver Spur was the one that Butler Liu mentioned, his son Liu Bo.

A legendary extremely honest person.

As soon as Su Linlang got in the car, she found that there was something wrong with Liu Bo, this honest man.

Liu Bo was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. He was dressed very neatly in a white shirt and black leather shoes.

But he seemed particularly uneasy. One hand was on the double R logo on the steering wheel and he kept rubbing it, while the other hand kept wiping his nose as if his nose was itchy. This kind of nervousness was not something an adult would have.

Outside the car window were reporters taking photos crazily. The lights were flashing. Su Linlang waved goodbye to the reporters with a smile. When everyone had taken enough photos, she slowly reached out her hand and patted the back of the chair again: "Hey, Brother Liu?"

Liu Bo sat up straight instantly, as if there were needles pricking his back: "You're leaving now?"

"Are you still waiting for the Second Master? He's bleeding from the nose like that, he definitely won't go." said Xu Tianxi, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat.

The sturdy off-white silver-thorn car slowly drove out of the circle of reporters and descended from the top of the Peak, where all the other mountains are overlooked. The whole car shook slightly when passing the buffer zone, and the leather seats gently wrapped the people, just like a baby being gently rocked in a cradle.

It is worthy of being the old lady’s car. There are only a few limited-edition luxury cars in Hong Kong, and the riding experience is amazing.

The wealthy businessmen in Hong Kong seem to like living on the top of the mountain. It looks quite remote, but the way down the mountain is smooth and you can reach the downtown in no time. The living feeling is excellent and it is truly quiet in the midst of hustle and bustle.

To get to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Monastery, one not only has to go down the mountain, but also has to pass through the only undersea tunnel in Hong Kong.

This was also the place where He's father and son were shot on the wedding night.

The car went down the mountain and drove smoothly all the way, and in a blink of an eye we were in the undersea tunnel.

As the car entered the tunnel, Xu Tianxi, who was sitting in the front seat, covered his forehead and sighed. There had been a gun battle, his uncle was in a coma, and his cousin was kidnapped. The He family's world had collapsed, but the traffic in the tunnel remained as normal and was not affected at all.

The two men remained silent all the way, sighing constantly, while Su Linlang was looking through the list of personnel given by Butler Liu.

After exiting the tunnel, the car drove for about an hour. Xu Tianxi suddenly sat up straight and said, "Brother Liu, that's not right. You're going the wrong way."

The car was on an overpass, but it was not heading to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Monastery and was going in the opposite direction.

Liu Bo stammered, "The radio said the main road is under repair. We need to take a detour and return soon."

"The appointed time is coming. I'll inform the host master and ask him to wait a moment." Xu Tianxi said as he grabbed the car phone, but at this moment Liu Bo suddenly turned the steering wheel. Xu Tianxi was caught off guard and was not wearing a seat belt. He was thrown sideways uncontrollably and his head hit the side glass with a loud bang.

The tires screeched as they gripped the ground, and the car suddenly stopped while spinning. Xu Tianxi realized something and struggled to rush towards Liu Bo, but the car suddenly started and braked, and he crashed into the windshield again.

Although someone pulled him back from behind, his forehead still hit the windshield hard with a loud bang.

Before the car came to a complete stop, Liu Bo braked while trying to pry open the center armrest box with his hands.

But before he could pry his hands open, a hand pressed down forcefully, pinning his hands to the armrest, and the cold barrel of a gun was immediately pressed against his temple.

It turned out to be her, the eldest lady Su Linlang.

She, she actually carried a gun.

Pistol!