Chapter 1954

Chapter 1954: Chapter 1954

"Ah Xiang?"

Wei Zejun’s eyebrows furrowed tightly; he momentarily did not react.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly realized, his pupils regained focus, and he looked toward Song Guanchao: "His woman is Ah Xiang?"

Song Guanchao chuckled softly, pulled out a cigarette and lit it, enjoying his reaction as if watching a show.

Wei Zejun’s surprise was gradually replaced by anger.

He was very sure that when he got with Ah Xiang, Jiang Heng and Ah Xiang did not know each other.

Which means their relationship developed afterward.

He wasn’t a debauched person; even if he liked women, he wouldn’t be perverse enough to mess around with a subordinate’s woman.

He never knew Jiang Heng liked Ah Xiang.

That bastard designed a trap for him just for a worthless woman and secretly collected dirt on him to hand over to Song Guanchao!

For the first time, Wei Zejun felt the impulse to kill someone.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath forcefully. After a few seconds, his emotions calmed down.

Song Guanchao was quite surprised; this guy’s emotional control was quite unusual.

"This matter is my fault. Regarding the industrial park, I won’t interfere anymore." Wei Zejun took the initiative to back down.

The issues were clearly sorted out, and the responsibilities were divided clearly.

Though Song Guanchao made a mistake, it was also due to Jiang Heng’s deliberate misleading.

Jiang Heng was his man, and the reason for the misleading was to deal with him.

Song Guanchao was just a tool.

Song Guanchao tapped off the ash from the cigarette, looked up, and seeing him still staring at him, asked knowingly: "Young Master Wei, anything else?"

Wei Zejun looked at his phone: "Delete the email; name your conditions."

Song Guanchao shook his head with a smile: "Can’t delete it."

Wei Zejun’s face darkened: "Director Song, there is no conflict between you and me. Besides, I think you should also want to be friends with me, rather than enemies."

Song Guanchao raised his eyebrows: "What, playing the threat game again?"

This time, Wei Zejun didn’t deny, speaking seriously: "If you think it’s a threat, then it’s a threat."

"Tsk." Song Guanchao extinguished the remaining stub of the cigarette, grabbed his phone and stuffed it into his pocket, then stood up to walk out.

At the door, he stopped without turning back, and said: "Ah Xiang has a sick mother, recuperating at home. In return for Jiang Heng providing the evidence, I promised to help look after her."

"I’m not interested in your conflict with Jiang Heng. But harm shouldn’t reach the family; if you dare touch Ah Xiang’s mother, I’ll personally ensure you end up inside."

"Before sending you in, I’ll break your legs first."

After speaking, he pushed the door and left.

Wei Zejun’s expression was grim; he felt he had shown enough sincerity, yet Song Guanchao gave him no face, even threatening him in return.

The emotions he had managed to suppress surged once more.

"Cre-eak~"

The office door was pushed open, and Ma Guowei entered, placing his phone and car keys on the table: "You can leave now."

Wei Zejun didn’t argue with him, grabbed his phone and keys, and stormed off.

Once in the car, his stomach started growling.

Ma Guowei had arranged food and drink for him, but it wasn’t that delicious, and he was angry, so he didn’t eat.

Now the hunger hit him, so hungry he broke out in a cold sweat.

Gathering his energy, he drove to his regular restaurant and instructed them to quickly prepare food as soon as he entered.

Half an hour later, feeling full, he reclined on the sofa and called Wei Shoucheng.

"Dad, I’m out."

"Where are you?"

"Just had a meal."

"I’m waiting for you at home."

Wei Zejun knew his dad was surely going to give him a piece of his mind.

No matter what reason he was caught for this time, in his dad’s eyes, he was at fault.

Of course, he himself knew he had issues.

However, he didn’t intend to listen to his dad’s nagging; he was seeking his dad’s help.

Soon, he returned home.

The villa’s living room was brightly lit; a middle-aged man sat on the spacious sofa, his stern face exuding an authoritative aura.

Wei Zejun, who feared nothing, only feared his dad.

Seeing his dad raise his head and look at him, he instinctively shrunk his neck, his eyes dodged, and even his voice involuntarily lowered: "Dad."

He walked up to Wei Shoucheng and stood still, motionless.

At thirty years old, he now resembled a schoolboy about to be punished for a mistake.

Wei Shoucheng said: "Have I ever told you, some things shouldn’t be done personally, to avoid leaving a handle?"

"You’ve said." Wei Zejun replied: "Dad, this time I was trapped."

Wei Shoucheng snorted: "If you were even a bit cautious, others wouldn’t be able to trap you even if they wanted to."

Wei Zejun said: "Dad, it’s understandable that Song Guanchao reported me for bribery; I don’t blame him. This time, I was trapped by our own people."

Wei Shoucheng, hearing there was more to the story, asked: "What happened?"

Wei Zejun then explained the true sequence of events to him.

While speaking, he also reviewed everything, recalling Jiang Heng’s little maneuvers.

For instance, deliberately mentioning to him that someone blocked the industrial park’s entrance.

Or today, when meeting Song Guanchao at the City Government, informing him in advance that Sam’s executive might have been set up, caught by police late at night, even trending online.

Upon careful reflection now, everything had traces to follow.

Unfortunately, at the time, he never thought Jiang Heng would intend to use a trick to kill someone.

And indeed, Jiang Heng succeeded in his scheme.

After hearing everything, Wei Shoucheng pondered for a few seconds and said: "From now on, don’t contact Song Guanchao."

Wei Zejun nodded obediently, knowing his dad would help resolve this small trouble.

Indeed, in his dad’s eyes as one of the big shots, his issues were mere small problems.

Song Guanchao might dare threaten or refuse him, but he wouldn’t dare to act the same way with his dad.

A former tycoon like him possessed power that not even a vice-provincial level leader could withstand.

"Send Jiang Heng and that woman’s details to Ah Jun."

"Dad, that woman has a sick mother, not leaving with them. But Song Guanchao said not to touch her mother, or he’d personally ensure I end up inside."

He felt it necessary to mention this, as the evidence lay in Song Guanchao’s hands.

"Send the details to Ah Jun." Wei Shoucheng repeated, without responding to his remark.

Wei Zejun knew his dad was aware; as for what to do, it wasn’t his place to advise as a son.

"Okay."

Wei Zejun turned and walked toward the doorway, Wei Shoucheng said: "Stay at home for the time being, don’t go anywhere."

"...Okay." From his heart, Wei Zejun chose to obey, silently heading upstairs.

A few minutes later, a middle-aged man about forty entered the living room.

"Boss, Young Master just sent me the details of two individuals." He was Ah Jun, one of Wei Shoucheng’s most trusted aides.

Wei Shoucheng said: "Bring both of them back."

Ah Jun nodded, softly acknowledged, and quietly left the villa.