NOVPUBAmong the intelligence Chen Nan had gathered, the root cause of his father’s car accident ultimately was a phone call from Uncle Zhao that had changed his decision to go to the provincial city.
If not for that phone call, his father wouldn’t have fallen into someone else’s conspiracy and thus lose his life.
But...
Zhao Qian, however, said he had never made a call to his father.
That baffled him.
Zhao Qian didn’t understand why Chen Nan was being so dramatic and his face showed a bit of a bitter smile, "Is there any need to lie about such a thing?"
Then he picked up a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and habitually lit it, recalling aloud, "I remember clearly, the last time I met your dad was on my forty-third birthday."
"I was really happy when he suddenly showed up at the company, after all, you also know that he seldom visited the company, saying ’seeing the dragon’s head but not its tail’ isn’t an exaggeration."
"I thought he was coming to celebrate my birthday."
"But I didn’t expect that he would suggest selling the company."
"Because that year, the company’s profits had reached an all-time high." 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝑝𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
"Because of the disagreement, we had a big fight."
"You know how your dad was, sometimes he could be particularly hurtful." Zhao Qian smiled wryly, "He made me feel utterly worthless, and our relationship completely fell apart at that time."
Recalling the past, Zhao Qian still couldn’t let go.
But the thought that his good friend had passed away forced him to put aside his resentment.
After all, the dead are to be respected.
"Since he was the major shareholder of the company, there was nothing I could do to change his mind about selling the company."
"But, I truly didn’t want him to sell the company."
Saying this, he looked back toward the kitchen and whispered, "So, I mortgaged the property, the car, and took out a high-stakes loan of fifty million to buy your dad’s shares."
"But because of that fifty million high-stakes loan, the company started going downhill, even now I’m still shouldering over forty million in debt!"
"Your aunt doesn’t know about this, I hope you can keep it a secret for me!"
"Oh, and another thing."
"Although Uncle Zhao now owes quite a bit of debt, don’t worry, I’ve already set aside your red packet and your college tuition fees."
"A promise made by Uncle Zhao is not to be broken."
Looking at his sincere smile, Chen Nan felt extremely conflicted, he could feel that Uncle Zhao wasn’t lying.
But...
The thought of that phone call that changed his father’s fate made him choke.
"Uncle Zhao, where were you the night my dad had the accident?" Chen Nan asked.
Zhao Qian took a puff of his cigarette, his gaze revealing a barely concealable sorrow, "I was on a plane back to China with your aunt. It was only after I landed and turned on my phone that I learned of your father’s tragedy."
"By the time I got to the hospital, he had already passed away." As he said this, a burly man shed scorching tears, "If I hadn’t taken your aunt on an overseas trip, or had returned just one day earlier, at least I could’ve seen your dad one last time."
At that moment.
Wang Shuyao came into the living room with two bulbs of garlic in hand, intending to ask the father and son to help peel them, but seeing her husband in tears, she too felt heavy-hearted, "Husband, this isn’t your fault, if anyone is to blame, it’s me for insisting you take me to Canada. If we had gone to a closer country, maybe we could have seen Brother Chen off on his last journey."
Chen Nan suddenly asked, "How long does it take to fly from Canada to here?"
Wang Shuyao didn’t know why Chen Nan would ask such a question, but she still said, "We flew directly from Canada to Beijing, and we landed in Beijing around midnight."
"If I remember correctly, it takes over twelve hours to fly from Canada to Beijing, but I can’t remember exactly how long."
Chen Nan let out a sigh of relief and whispered, "Uncle Zhao, on the night my dad had the car accident, he originally planned to take the high-speed train to the provincial city. But due to a phone call he received at the last moment, he changed his plans, and that’s how he died in someone else’s murder plot."
Zhao Qian stood up instinctively, his eyes filled with shock, "What? Your dad died in someone else’s murder plot? How could this happen? Who would want to kill him?"
Wang Shuyao felt her scalp tingle and shivered uncontrollably.
The death of Chen Dashan in a car accident had already caused the couple deep sorrow, not to mention now learning he had been murdered by someone else made it all the more unbearable for them both.
Chen Nan managed a weak smile, "I don’t know who the other party is, but the clue I know is that he received your call before he died, which made him change his original plan."
Boom!
A simple sentence, like a bolt from the blue, struck Zhao Qian, leaving him feeling as if his scalp was exploding and his hair standing on end.
His complexion turned ashen as he looked at Chen Nan, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably, "I was on the plane at that time, how could I have possibly called your dad?"
At this moment, Wang Shuyao understood why Chen Nan was behaving so unusually, imposing himself on her, he must have mistaken her husband for his father’s murderer.
He wanted to avenge his father through such actions...
"Chen Nan, I’ve known your father for half my life. Although we’ve had our differences and conflicts, I, Zhao Qian, would never commit such an ungrateful act. I... I can’t clear my name even if I jumped into the Yellow River... I’m sorry for your dad!"
He cried like a child, his tears obscuring his vision.
Even if he was innocent.
But the very thought that Chen Dashan had an accident because of receiving his phone call gave him an overwhelming sense of suffocation.
"Uncle Zhao, you don’t have to blame yourself. I will certainly find out the real culprit behind this, and vindicate both you and my dad," Chen Nan said with a determined look in his eyes, although this clue had led to a dead end.
But he was quite relieved that Uncle Zhao was innocent.
He was still the Uncle Zhao he most respected.
And from this incident, it was clear just how terrifying the origins of the other party were.
Because if it were just an ordinary person, they definitely wouldn’t be able to use his phone number to call his father while Uncle Zhao’s phone was switched off.
Those with such power were very few throughout the entire provincial city.
Zhao Qian walked painfully to a room, where Chen Dashan’s tablet was enshrined, wanting to offer incense to him because he had no idea that Chen Dashan had died because of him.
This evoked in him a strong sense of guilt.
For he thought of an old saying,
"I do not commit the murder, but the innocent dies because of me..."
After Zhao Qian left, Chen Nan, looking embarrassed, turned to Wang Shuyao, his head bowed like a child who had done something wrong, "Auntie, I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have treated you that way just now!"
He regretted it; he shouldn’t have been so rude to force himself upon Wang Shuyao.
If time could be turned back.
If he knew that Uncle Zhao was also innocent, he would never have acted like a beast and taken advantage of Uncle Zhao’s wife!
Wang Shuyao showed a complex expression on her face, "You indeed behaved like a beast before, but... you were also blinded by hatred. Forget it, your aunt doesn’t blame you; let’s pretend this never happened, okay?"
Chen Nan looked at her anxiously, "Do you really forgive me?"
