They wiped out the remaining weeds, secretly framed the blame, and sent people to kill them, forcing Xu's family to hide in all directions, and their families were ruined...
No matter what path Xu Yizhong's father chose at that time, it was a dead end...
He had no choice. Being caught by the police would be a dead end for him, and being locked up inside would make it easier for Xia Mingwei's people to attack him. When he fled outside, he would have to face pursuit from both sides. His father eventually died in a car accident, but who knew
This was not an accidental car accident, but the police determined that the car accident was an accident. His father was accused of selling drugs and became a villain in everyone's mouth, a person who deserved to die.
Xu Yizhong has lived in hatred since he was a child. He survived because of this hatred. He climbed up step by step desperately just to be able to have what he has today.
Thinking of this, Gu Tingchuan felt that the matter was even more difficult to deal with. If it was easy to deal with it for the sake of profit, perhaps Xu Yizhong's approach to his grandfather was simply for revenge.
If it wasn't for revenge, I'm afraid he wouldn't have found concern and wouldn't have abandoned Hai Yao.
Gu Tingchuan lowered his head and glanced at the woman in his arms. If the matter was not dealt with, his grandfather's fragile life would be in Xu Yizhong's hands, but he was unwilling to trade Hai Yao for it.
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The sky was dark and the room was so silent that only each other's breathing could be heard.
Lu Haiyao was lying with her back to Gu Tingchuan. She was pretending to be asleep, so why wasn't he?
Occasionally she heard his quiet sigh, and she wondered how many worries he had accumulated in his heart.
Did he not know how to speak to her about the child?
Lu Haiyao looked at the moonlight outside the window, worried.
She wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep either?
The long nights are the most painful for lovers...
Xu Yizhong sat on the sofa and smoked countless cigarettes until his throat hurt.
He got up and walked outside Xia Mingwei's concierge. He saw him lying on the bed through the gap, and the electrocardiogram beside him was still rising and falling. He thought that Xia Mingwei was not willing to die like this...
I hold on to my life, want to survive, and don't want to see my life's hard work taken away.
Xu Yizhong stepped in, looked at Xia Mingwei's pale face, and frowned slightly, "You have today too!"
That day, he took advantage of Xia Mingwei's confusion and asked him to sign, and then placed him under house arrest. He waited until he succeeded before telling him the result.
I didn't expect this old guy to be so unable to withstand the blow. His face turned red with anger, his hands pointed at him angrily, and he fainted and fell down before he could say a word...
The doctor said that even if he wakes up, he may not be able to speak properly.
Being unable to speak normally is like a person who has had a stroke.
At this time, Xia Mingwei seemed to be able to feel someone around him and reacted. He slowly opened his eyes and looked straight at Xu Yizhong.
Seeing this, Xu Yizhong sneered at the corner of his mouth, walked towards him calmly, leaned down and looked at Xia Mingwei up close, a ghostly voice sounded, "Does it feel good to lie down? It's better than lying there in the cold.
In the morgue or in the dirt?"
Xia Mingwei's consciousness seemed to be waking up little by little, his eyes were stained with angry bloodshot eyes, and he was hesitating but unable to pronounce complete sounds.
His reaction made Xu Yizhong curl up his lips coldly, "It seems you are very excited and have a lot to say?"
"Do you want to know what will happen to your precious grandson? Or do you want to know how your company is doing?"
"Your precious grandson, I really can't do anything with him. He has such a powerful father to support him. I just asked him to make a decision within this week and return Hai Yao to me. Then
I can let you go, but there are only three or four days left, and he hasn’t made any movement. It seems he doesn’t care about you, grandpa."
When Xia Mingwei heard that Xu Yizhong was using himself to force Tingchuan, he was even more excited and wanted to open his mouth to speak, but he couldn't say anything and could only open his eyes wide.
Seeing the person he had hated for so long lying on the bed struggling to survive, he smiled, but his heart was filled with a sadness that others could not understand.
He suppressed the smile on his lips, lowered his voice, and said quietly, "As for your company, I will run it well. You can at least rest in peace."
"Just think of it as compensation for killing my father."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and looked at Xia Mingwei's struggling face with his dark eyes. Without any sympathy or hesitation, he turned around and walked away decisively.
For this day, he worked hard to climb up and gave up too many things, which a company as big as Guangxia cannot make up for.
Today, even if Xu Yizhong has everything, he always feels that his heart is empty.
In that villa, she said she liked the balcony. They could do many things on the balcony, but none of them were realized...
Xu Yizhong felt even more sad when he thought of this.
The phone vibrated at this moment. He took it out and saw that it was a call from concern. He cut off the call in frustration and threw the phone aside, ignoring it.
Caring, who was anxiously dialing his number, was pacing back and forth in a hurry.
As if going crazy, she kept pressing his number, "Xu Yizhong, if you want to get rid of me like this, I tell you it's not that easy!"
"Even if it means death, I want you to come with me!"
I kept calling my cell phone with concern, but the reply I got was always: Please leave a message after the beep...
She was so angry that she screamed and threw the phone at the door angrily. The servant who was about to push the door in was so frightened that his face turned pale and he said tremblingly, "The second lady is calling."
Caring Wenyan glared at her fiercely, "Why is she calling!"
"Also!! Since when has there been a second lady in this family?" Caring was so angry that she was about to explode. She couldn't care less about that dead girl. She said to the servant, "If she asked the family to send her money,
Just tell her that she has no money, and she’s so good at it, why don’t she earn it.”
If he hadn't been afraid of what would happen, he wouldn't have encouraged his father to send that dead girl abroad...