This man's family was short of money, and they agreed that if he was taken away by the police, he would get five million, and if the police did not come, he would get one million.
In the dim light, the butler nodded to An Minghui, "Yes, Mr. An, don't worry, I will proceed according to the plan."
Everyone at the banquet tilted their heads to look outside. What Tang Xili had just meant was that there was a twist in the matter.
They want to see if there is any other reversal.
Yong Zhixu leaned against a pine tree with a peculiar shape.
With one leg bent, his bony fingers were fiddling with the agarwood Buddhist beads stacked in two circles, his eyes fixed on a woman not far away with a playful smile on her face.
She is so beautiful.
"Hasn't anyone arrived yet?" Yong Zhixu glanced sideways at Chen Zui beside him.
Chen Zui took out his cell phone and made a call.
"I'll be there soon."
Over here, five or six police officers approached An Minghui and showed their credentials. "Hello, is this Mr. An? We've received a report that someone is attempting to damage Ms. An Xinyue's reputation by disseminating a video..."
An Minghui pushed the male servant next to him towards the police and said, "It was him. He played the synthesized video and damaged my sister's reputation."
The police nodded, watched the video on the butler's mobile phone first, and then conducted a brief questioning of the butler in accordance with the law. The man confessed everything.
Everyone at the banquet was watching intently. Where was the promised reversal?
Tang Xili is lying, right? Does this mean that she stopped An Minghui just for the An family's shares?
Seeing that the police had finished questioning and handcuffed the male servant, everyone had completely believed that Tang Xili was just talking nonsense and trying to attract attention.
Many people have already started pointing fingers.
Tang Xili turned a blind eye to this.
Yong Zhixu, who was standing under the pine tree, had his knuckles turning pale as he pinched the Buddhist beads. He couldn't stand hearing them say that Tangxi pears were not good and wanted to shut them up!
Why didn’t I realize before that these people talk so much?
Chen Zui glanced at his watch, his heart pounding. He was about to be taken away, so why wasn't he moving? Hadn't Ji Fuzheng managed to pry him loose?
Ji Fuzheng also felt strange. What was this person doing?
He took a step forward and was about to go over and wink at the man.
At this time, the reversal came.
The butler suddenly turned against the police and shouted, "Comrade police, I regret this! I didn't play the video. I only accepted Mr. An Minghe's money to protect Miss Xianyue's reputation. I actually have nothing to do with this matter!"
As soon as he said this, everyone in the audience was stunned, including the An family.
They were horrified. What was going on?
Old Master An immediately grasped the dragon head carved on his walking stick and immediately looked at the Tangxi pear.
He was horrified to find that she had come behind him without him knowing when.
The woman with beautiful eyebrows and eyes raised one eyebrow when his eyes met hers, and a fox-like, cunning smile appeared on her lips.
"Dear Grandpa, this is called the devil is always stronger than the good. You lose this round."
Old Master An's frail body swayed, and his old face turned pale in an instant.
Yes, he lost, she predicted his prediction.
Looking at the cunning and calculation hidden in her eyebrows and eyes, Mr. An suddenly felt a pang of pain in his heart.
If this woman were a member of the An family, she would have no problem moving up to a higher level...
With this glance, Mr. An seemed to foresee the future of the An family, the building was about to collapse, and no one would help it.
A surge of depressing energy that swallowed up the heavens and the earth surged up, and the old man's eyes went dark and he fell headfirst.
"Dad—Dad—" An Minghe shouted loudly when he found the old man fainted.
At the same time, a team of six young people also arrived at Anjia. They showed their work IDs and said, "We are technicians from the Xicheng Forensic Identification Institute. We received a notice from our superiors to determine whether the video is a composite."
When the police heard this, they thought it was a coincidence, as they were also looking for someone to identify it.
So the video was handed over to these technicians for processing.
When they heard someone fainted over there, the police stood on tiptoe and looked over. It was the birthday boy at the banquet, so they quickly called 120.
It was a wonderful banquet, but it turned out like this. No one wanted to stay any longer and they all said goodbye and left.
There are also some people who are curious and stand there, wanting to eat the whole melon.
The An family was in chaos, with people falling to the ground. Here, Chen Zui and Ji Fuzheng, together with the police, supervised the technical experts' on-site identification.
Tang Xili walked to the corner and watched the An family in a panic with cold eyes. What flashed through her mind was the image of her mother dying in her arms.
(Mom, did you see that? They are all in pain.)
(Don't worry, they will suffer more and more, like ants, struggling to survive at my feet. I will stand on the clouds and look down on their misery.)
Hot tears flowed from my eyes unconsciously.
Like bright stars, falling down along the delicate makeup powder.
Tang Xili raised her hand to wipe her tears, but a soft handkerchief got there first, placed it on her cheek, and gently wiped away her tears.
The wet eyelashes trembled, and Tang Xili's eyes turned towards her.
What caught my eye was a slender hand with beautiful bones and muscles, and clean fingertips holding a white handkerchief.
In his palms, there were Buddhist beads with a fragrant smell, and his tall body was wrapped in a white suit. The luxurious suit fabric was as white as snow under the dim light.
As her eyes looked up, a handsome face with clear outlines and extremely eye-catching features came into her pupils.
The man was standing with the light behind him, his long eyelashes casting a small silhouette, like bamboo leaves swaying in the west window, stunningly beautiful.
The phoenix eyes that were curved inward and outward were filled with emotions that she could not see clearly, as if they had traveled through time and space and wanted to sweep her in.
Tang Xili's eyes flickered, and her cold voice was tinged with a nasal tone, "Mr. Yong..."
Yong Zhixu gently wiped away her tears bit by bit, reached out and took a white lily of the valley from his suit pocket and pinned it to the side of her diamond headband.
"Ms. Tangxi, don't cry, your makeup will be smudged..." (I will feel bad)
Tang Xili took the handkerchief from his hand, smiled, lowered her head, and when she looked up again, there was no trace of sadness in her eyes, only a coldness like the washed mountains.
"Thank you for the handkerchief, Mr. Yong."
She raised her hand, brushed the lily of the valley beside her temples, and was about to pick it off.
Yong Zhixu held her hand and said, "Ms. Tangxi, the flower language of lily of the valley means happiness returns. May you be surrounded by happiness."
Surrounded by... happiness?
A hint of self-mockery flashed across Tang Xili's cold eyes.
People like her are filled with nothing but hatred and evil. Is that possible?
"Thank you." Tang Xili politely pulled her hand back from his palm.
At this moment, a very official voice came from behind, "After our verification, this video has no traces of post-production synthesis or editing. It is 100% complete and authentic..."
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