TLSOTMTKOGAYWHTDI Chapter 114
by VolareChapter 113: Double Retaliation, Reaping What You Sow
Chapter 113: Double Retaliation, Reaping What You Sow
As the first rays of dawn peeked through, Qi Yanwang’s phone screen lit up in the darkness.
The title of the email from the private investigator blazed: “Investigation Report on the Connection Between the Lin Family and the Zhuo Family’s Old Case.”
He quietly got up and walked to the window, lighting a cigarette.
As the smoke swirled, the contents of the email made his fingertips tremble—the car accident twenty years ago that resulted in the death of Zhuo Huaimo’s parents was inextricably linked to the overseas accounts of the Lin Group.
“What are you looking at?” Zhuo Huaimo’s voice suddenly came from behind him, with the hoarseness of someone who had just woken up.
Qi Yanwang quickly locked the screen, and when he turned around, he had already put on a gentle expression: “Did I wake you?”
Zhuo Huaimo squinted his eyes at the pale sky outside the window: “You haven’t smoked in a long time.”
He walked over barefoot, the cold floor making his toes curl. “What’s wrong?”
Qi Yanwang stubbed out the cigarette and took a black velvet box from the safe: “For you.”
Inside the box was a custom-made PPK pistol, with the letters ZM engraved on the handle.
Zhuo Huaimo’s pupils shrank slightly: “This is…”
“Made to order according to your wrist size.”
Qi Yanwang helped him adjust the wrist strap. “Today is the birthday banquet, carry it for self-defense.”
Zhuo Huaimo keenly sensed the abnormality: “What did you find out?”
Qi Yanwang was silent for a moment before finally handing him the phone: “I told you yesterday that Lin Jianhe was coming. I think he’s coming for you! Moreover, he and Qi Linyuan should have reached some kind of deal.”
The chain of evidence in the email was glaringly clear, and a week before the car accident, the Lin family’s Swiss account suddenly transferred $2 million to a shell company.
Zhuo Huaimo’s fingers clenched the phone tightly, his knuckles turning white.
Qi Yanwang quickly pried open his fingers: “Breathe, Huaimo, breathe!”
“So Lin Jianhe…”
Zhuo Huaimo’s voice trembled, “He deliberately reminded me?”
“Not entirely.”
Qi Yanwang wrapped his cold hands in his palms. “His father has been trying to whitewash things all these years, but those handles have been grasped by the eldest brother.”
He pointed to the last paragraph of the email. “This is the reason for their cooperation—the eldest brother used evidence to threaten them, and the Lin family had no choice but to cooperate.”
Outside the window, the morning birds began to sing.
Zhuo Huaimo suddenly sneered: “How ironic!”
Qi Yanwang wrapped his arms around him from behind: “We’ll go back to China after today’s birthday banquet. I’ve already had people start collecting evidence for the lawsuit.”
“No.”
Zhuo Huaimo turned around, his eyes as sharp as knives. “I want to see them reveal their true colors at the old man’s birthday banquet with my own eyes.”
Qi Yanwang frowned: “It’s too dangerous.”
“Have you forgotten what I do?”
Zhuo Huaimo gently stroked the gun. “What directors are best at is letting actors expose themselves in front of the camera.”
The sounds of servants preparing for the banquet came from downstairs.
Qi Yanwang glanced at his watch: “Six hours left.”
He pulled open the hidden compartment of the closet and took out another gun. “Remember, no matter what happens, stick close to me.”
Zhuo Huaimo suddenly pressed down on his hand that was holding the gun: “Will you blame me? For choosing today…”
Qi Yanwang kissed his trembling eyelashes. “I’ll handle everything. Grandpa will understand too!”
When the morning light completely illuminated the room, the butler knocked on the door to remind them to have breakfast.
Qi Yanwang checked Zhuo Huaimo’s cufflinks one last time—it was actually a miniature recording device.
“Does the old man know?” Zhuo Huaimo asked in a low voice as they walked towards the dining room.
Qi Yanwang shook his head: “His health hasn’t been good these years, so some things…”
Before he could finish speaking, Qi Linyuan’s figure suddenly flashed out from the corner.
“Good morning, sister-in-law.”
Qi Linyuan’s gold-rimmed glasses reflected a cold light. “I heard you two slept well last night?”
Qi Yanwang directly shielded Zhuo Huaimo behind him: “Is my elder brother so concerned about our bedroom affairs?”
Qi Linyuan chuckled and suddenly leaned close to Zhuo Huaimo’s ear: “I wonder what your father would think in heaven, seeing his son lying in the arms of his enemy?”
Zhuo Huaimo’s whole body stiffened, and Qi Yanwang grabbed Qi Linyuan’s collar: “Are you looking for death?”
“Third brother!”
Qi Xiaoman’s voice came from the stairs. “Grandpa wants you to go try on your formal attire!”
Qi Linyuan smoothed out his wrinkled collar and gave Zhuo Huaimo a meaningful look before turning to leave.
“Sister-in-law, are you okay?”
Qi Xiaoman ran over, keenly aware that the atmosphere was not right. “What did elder brother say again?”
Zhuo Huaimo forced a smile: “It’s nothing.”
He looked at Qi Yanwang, “You go try on your clothes first, I’ll have breakfast with Xiaoman.”
Qi Yanwang frowned worriedly, and Zhuo Huaimo squeezed his palm: “Don’t worry.”
After Qi Yanwang left, Qi Xiaoman suddenly lowered her voice: “Sister-in-law, I overheard elder brother on the phone…”
She nervously looked around. “He said he was going to play some kind of video at the birthday banquet.”
Zhuo Huaimo’s heart raced: “When?”
“When the cake is being cut.”
Qi Xiaoman bit her lip. “It seems to be about your parents…”
Footsteps came from the direction of the dining room, and Qi Xiaoman immediately put on a smile: “Sister-in-law, try this blueberry muffin!”
The butler came over, pushing a food cart: “Mr. Zhuo, Chairman Lin has just arrived. The old master invites you to meet the guest.”
Zhuo Huaimo gripped his cufflinks and winked at Qi Xiaoman as he stood up.
The little girl understood and quietly made a “call” gesture.
As he walked through the corridor, Zhuo Huaimo felt the gun in his pocket. From afar, the cheerful laughter of the old man and the signature low voice of Chairman Lin came from the reception room.
Twenty years. He was finally going to face the person who might be his father’s killer.
At the door of the reception room, Zhuo Huaimo took a deep breath and pushed open the carved wooden door.
Inside the reception room, Chairman Lin was chatting and laughing with the old man.
Seeing Zhuo Huaimo enter, the middle-aged man with slightly graying temples froze for a moment.
“This must be Director Zhuo?”
Chairman Lin stood up and extended his hand. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
Zhuo Huaimo shook his hand briefly, immediately feeling the cold sweat on the other’s palm: “Does Chairman Lin know my parents?”
The air instantly froze.
The old man keenly sensed the abnormality: “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing.”
Zhuo Huaimo smiled. “I just think Chairman Lin looks very familiar. Maybe I’ve seen you in a documentary.”
Chairman Lin’s expression changed slightly: “Director Zhuo is joking.”
The butler came in at the right time: “Old master, the media has arrived.”
At the birthday banquet, crystal chandeliers illuminated the banquet hall brightly.
Qi Yanwang stood beside the old man, his eyes always following Zhuo Huaimo.
When he saw Chairman Lin frequently cast sinister glances at Zhuo Huaimo, he quietly pressed his earpiece: “Action team, get into position.”
After the first round of toasts, Qi Linyuan suddenly stepped onto the stage: “Everyone, to celebrate Grandpa’s 80th birthday, I have prepared a precious video.”
The big screen lit up, and the photos of the car accident scene twenty years ago appeared.
Amidst the uproar of the guests, Zhuo Huaimo suddenly stood up—it was the car in which his parents were crushed and deformed.
“Sorry, wrong one.”
Qi Linyuan apologized insincerely, but continued, “This is the scene where Director Zhuo’s parents died, and the driver of the accident…”
The screen switched to a man with a scarred face, “Was the former security director of the Lin Group.”
Chairman Lin stood up abruptly: “Qi Linyuan! You—”
“Don’t worry.”
Qi Linyuan sneered, “I have something even more exciting here.”
He pressed the remote control, and the screen displayed a transfer record: “The day before the car accident, Chairman Lin transferred $2 million to this account.”
Zhuo Huaimo trembled.
Qi Yanwang strode forward, but was stopped by the old man: “Let him finish.”
“What a pity…”
Qi Linyuan suddenly turned to Zhuo Huaimo. “Your parents didn’t know until they died that the real person who wanted to silence them wasn’t Chairman Lin, but…”
The screen switched again, showing a photo of Qi’s father when he was young.
The whole place was silent.
“Nonsense!”
The old man roared, “Security! Turn off the screen!”
Just as chaos broke out, Chairman Lin suddenly pulled out a gun and pointed it at Zhuo Huaimo: “Don’t move!”
Qi Yanwang instantly drew his gun: “Chairman Lin, are you sure you want to shoot here?”
“It’s over anyway…”
Chairman Lin grinned hideously. “Linyuan promised me that as long as I get rid of this kid, he would…”
“Would what?”
Qi Yanwang suddenly pressed the button on his watch, and the screen suddenly changed—displaying a recording from the secret room half an hour ago, in which Qi Linyuan said to Chairman Lin: “At the birthday banquet, you just need to shoot, and I will arrange to get rid of the old man in the chaos.”
Chairman Lin was struck by lightning: “This…”
Qi Yanwang looked at Chairman Lin, “Aren’t you afraid that Qi Linyuan will silence you too?”
The situation reversed again.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Qi Linyuan suddenly pounced on the nearest Qi Xiaoman: “Don’t move! Otherwise, I—”
“Bang!”
A gunshot rang out.
Qi Linyuan knelt on the ground, clutching his bleeding wrist—Zhuo Huaimo, who had somehow circled around to the side, was the one who fired the shot.
“This shot,”
Zhuo Huaimo’s voice was cold, “is for my parents.”
Security personnel swarmed forward.
Seeing this, Chairman Lin suddenly turned the muzzle of his gun towards the old man: “You old thing, it’s all because of you…”
“Bang!”
This time it was Qi Yanwang who fired the shot.
The bullet accurately hit Chairman Lin’s gun-holding hand, and the old man was quickly protected by bodyguards.
“This shot,”
Qi Yanwang walked to Zhuo Huaimo’s side, “is for my wife.”
The media’s flashbulbs flashed wildly.
In the chaos, the old man straightened his back and announced into the microphone: “Thank you all for witnessing the Qi family cleaning up its own house. From today onwards, Qi Yanwang will officially take over as the CEO of the group.”
In the corner of the banquet hall, Qi Linyuan, who was pinned to the ground, roared: “Grandpa! I am the eldest grandson!”
The old man didn’t even look at him: “Take him away.”
Three hours later, the Qi Group held an emergency press conference.
In front of the cameras, Qi Yanwang held Zhuo Huaimo’s hand: “Thank you to my love for assisting the group in exposing the mole.”
He raised their clasped hands. “I also announce that we will establish the ‘Zhuoran Foundation,’ which will specialize in funding documentary film production.”
After the press conference, Zhuo Huaimo finally collapsed when he returned to the bedroom.
Qi Yanwang knelt on one knee to take off his shoes: “Did your hand shake when you fired the gun today?”
“It did.”
Zhuo Huaimo said honestly, “But it felt great.”
Qi Yanwang chuckled and took out a ring box from his pocket: “Then this might make you feel even better.”
Inside the box were two men’s rings, with “QYM” and “ZHM” engraved on the inside, respectively.
“I originally wanted to propose at the birthday banquet.”
Qi Yanwang put the ring on him. “I’m making up for it now.”
Zhuo Huaimo looked at the ring and suddenly burst into tears: “My parents…can finally rest in peace.”
Qi Yanwang hugged him in his arms, and the setting sun outside the window was like blood.
Downstairs, the old man was in the garden giving an exclusive interview: “The Qi family has always been fair and just. No matter who it is, they will be held accountable for violating the law…”
On the global stock market display, the Qi Group’s stock price rose all the way.
And in a prison across the ocean, Qi Linyuan stared at his brother on TV and smashed the visiting room phone to pieces.