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Chapter 1162: Chapter 1020: If Someone Wants to Die, You Really Can’t Stop Them
The next day.
Evening.
Province City.
Inside a neighborhood developed by Lei Peng.
Zhao Wen and his wife sat in their house, laughing haughtily at the TV while the melon seed shells on the floor remained uncleaned. In the second bedroom, Lei Yang still lay in a coma, and if anyone lifted the bedding, they would discover bedsores festering on his body.
After Lei Yang’s accident,
remembering their past relationship,
Lei Peng hadn’t neglected him.
Previously, Lei Yang had been recuperating in the hospital, where the hefty convalescence and hospitalization fees were paid by Lei Peng. Later, the couple suggested to Lei Peng that he should give them the money to bring home and take care of Lei Yang themselves.
Lei Peng considered it briefly.
Then agreed.
He rented this apartment to them for free.
And paid them a monthly salary of five thousand yuan, so they quit their jobs and started living a retired life ahead of time, though very reluctantly because the apartment wasn’t given to them by Lei Peng.
If Lei Yang died,
it would be taken back.
So,
once the couple accidentally found out that Tang Kai had returned to the country and was quite wealthy, they began to scheme.
Blackmailing Lei Peng
was temporarily impossible, since they had switched his son with another and there was no evidence to blame Lei Peng for Lei Yang’s injuries. But Tang Kai, he was the one who really hurt Lei Yang.
Now that Tang Kai’s family and business were huge,
clinging to this tree
would be far more profitable than Lei Peng.
That afternoon,
they bought tickets for tomorrow to Qingyan City, because they couldn’t find Tang Kai’s number and had to go there in person.
Both were somewhat excited,
as a bright future
seemed to be beckoning them.
While cracking melon seeds, the couple discussed their ’get-rich’ plan.
"Once we get the money, we’ll do like they do on TV—buy a house, buy a car, travel around the world," said Zhao Wen, taking a bite of an orange, laughing loudly as he planned their future, and mentally adding: And keep a university student on the side.
"Don’t spend it all in one go," Zhao Wen’s wife also dreamed.
Zhao Wen scoffed, "You silly woman, if we run out of money, we just ask Tang Kai for more. He’s got so much money. By hanging onto him, our wealth and glory for life can’t escape. That fool, just find someone to take care of him."
His wife suddenly had an idea, "That’s not right. We can keep Lei Peng close by, under the guise of seeking world-famous doctors; we can ask for even more money, and we might even be able to pull in a huge sum."
"Great idea. I, Zhao Wen, am finally going to make something of myself," Zhao Wen roared.
"Yeah, we’ve struggled for so many years. That loser is even married now. Asked him for money the other day, and he only gave a few thousand, treating me like a beggar. Hmph, the ungrateful dog. Once I get my money, I’ll hire someone to teach him a lesson."
Zhao Wen was stunned.
This wife of his really held a grudge.
But he played along with her, "Exactly. Once we have the money, we’ll fake an accident for him. Money talks, that ingrate."
...
But within five minutes,
their conversation was known to Lei Peng. To accurately monitor the state of Zhao Wen and his wife, the house next door was occupied by his men, and during decoration, bugs had been installed in the ceiling.
Wired to the next room.
This was why Lei Peng knew that Zhao and his wife were going to find Tang Kai.
After hearing Liu Zhu’s report,
"Bang.."
Lei Peng slammed his palm down on the office desk.
Fury etched across his face;
he took several deep breaths to quell the anger in his heart.
Good.
Very good.
So, they think they can touch my son, as if I don’t exist.
They’re asking for it.
Courting death.
"In that case, don’t blame me," Lei Peng said harshly to Liu Zhu, "Zhu, you know what to do, right? Make it clean, don’t leave any loose ends."
"Understood, they must have the courage of a leopard to dare to mess with our people," Liu Zhu sneered coldly.
If people want to die,
you really can’t stop them.
...
Night.
Half-past midnight.
"Commander, Lei Peng has made his move," Tang Yi reported.
"Mm," Tang Qing nodded.
Zhao Wen and his wife still wanted to hire someone to harm someone else’s son. Tang Qing couldn’t fathom how they thought, after all these years of living, that one could be so cold-blooded.
"This matter involves my second uncle. If they’ve left any loose ends, help clean them up. There’s no need to kill anyone, just make sure Lei Peng doesn’t get implicated because of this," Tang Kai instructed.
"Yes, Commander."
...
A week later.
November first.
Tang Qing and Lin Jiaxue returned to Shanghai.
That week.
Tang Qing had been pulled into giving a speech by the Qingyan City leadership, dined with his high school Principal Chu Yuanhang and his homeroom teacher, and even sat down in Li Jianguo’s restaurant. It wasn’t too dull, all things considered.
The typhoon had passed many days ago.
The weather in Shanghai had warmed up.
The sun was shining brightly.
However, as soon as they got off the airplane, Tang Qing was inexplicably surrounded by journalists.
"Tang Director, are you returning to Shanghai to start school?" 𝖓𝔬𝔳𝔭𝖚𝖇.𝔠𝔬𝖒
"Tang Director, what skincare products do you use the most?"
"Tang Director, why do you like wearing electronic watches?"
"..."
Asking questions in rapid succession.
A buzzing crowd.
The fighters kept the journalists’ enthusiasm firmly at bay, a meter’s distance away. Even with great effort, they could not push through the human wall the fighters formed, and so the journalists could only reach out their microphones on extended arms.
After watching for a while,
Tang Qing suddenly asked, "You’re not here to interview me, are you?"
No sooner had he finished speaking,
a female journalist revealed the truth.
"No, there is a South Korean celebrity who’s supposed to arrive today, in about fifteen minutes. We saw you were followed by a lot of bodyguards, wearing sunglasses, and looking so handsome, we thought the plane had landed early, but as we got closer, we realized it was you."
Tang Qing was speechless.
Of all the mistaken identities, being mistaken for a South Korean celebrity.
Fortunately.
He had a beard.
He wasn’t following the clean-cut path.
"You’re quite honest, so yeah, there’s no entertainment news here. You all can leave," Tang Qing said.
The journalists wouldn’t give up; even entertainment reporters could report on the gossip of a tycoon, right?
"Is this your girlfriend?"
"How long have you two been dating?"
"You..."
"If you keep this up, I won’t answer a single question," Tang Qing’s voice rose a few notches.
As expected, the surroundings quieted down.
Seeing more and more people gathering around,
Tang Qing then said,
"Well, first of all, you’re entertainment journalists, you should focus on celebrities, not be off-task. Second, I won’t answer any personal questions from you. All I can say is, I have come back from vacation. Goodbye."
Anyone.
Suddenly surrounded by a crowd, would feel comfortable.
These people.
Tang Qing knew it was their job, and life wasn’t easy for anyone. Who would find it easy to hustle through wind and rain? But that didn’t mean he had to put up with the rules, being bombarded with gossip questions as soon as one arrives. Who has time for that?
Tang Qing moved forward.
The fighters forcefully cleared a path through the journalists.
And left, heads held high.
"He’s so handsome."
"Totally, stunningly handsome, even when scolding people."
"Such a charming voice."
"Yeah, even better looking than that South Korean celebrity."
"..."
In the distance, Tang Qing, hearing these comments, almost choked on his breath.
Wasn’t I being serious just now?
They left the airport.
Lin Jiaxue asked, "Tangtang, there won’t be any trouble, right?"
"No worries, I wasn’t their target to begin with," Tang Qing shook his head.
