Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 361 - 241: Don’t Offend Anyone, But Never Offend a Lawyer (2nd Update)
"Who says that just because you’re from a powerful family, you won’t date a little star from your own company?" Joseph snorted coldly, "Using that as an argument is downright ridiculous."
Shi Nian could only shrug helplessly, "What if I said that Luo Xiansheng’s heart actually belongs to someone else?"
Joseph, an experienced entertainment reporter, had been eyeing Luo Xiansheng for years. Upon hearing Shi Nian’s words, his eyes lit up: "Are you saying Luo Xiansheng has someone special in his heart? Who is it? Is it a girl from the Tang Family?"
Shi Nian teased, "Maybe."
Stepping forward, Shi Nian said, "Your article might end up offending both the Luo Family and the Tang Family."
Joseph’s face changed slightly, "But the article’s already published, it’s too late now."
"Not too late." Shi Nian leaned close to Joseph’s ear, "They are big families; they should have their own perspectives. Compared to a careless article, they are more concerned about how to use this to see a person’s true character."
"This newcomer is clearly someone Luo Xiansheng is pushing for. If she’s the one releasing information, it proves she’s not worth Luo Xiansheng’s support anymore."
Joseph caught the hint, "Are you suggesting I do a follow-up interview to prove that girl’s intentions and character? Even if Luo Xiansheng and the Luo Family come after me, I could provide them with this answer to clear my troubles."
"That’s correct." Shi Nian smiled faintly, "On the flip side, the content of the follow-up interview could possibly become your exclusive story."
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Police station.
Wang Dong confessed quickly.
Old Qiao and his subordinates thought they had a long game ahead, but Wang Dong confessed to everything, day by day.
On the first night, he confessed to kidnapping Xiong Jie;
The next day, he admitted to tampering with the gas pipeline at Xiong Jie’s neighbor’s house, intending to kill Xiong Jie to prevent her from recalling any clues and giving him away once she regained her senses;
On the third day, he talked about his own experiences and background, which led to how he met "that person."
On the fourth day, he finally confessed the name of the person who directed him and paid him to act.
After days of grueling interrogations, all exhaustion vanished upon hearing that name. Old Qiao even leapt from his chair and slammed the table: "Tell me again: who instructed you?"
Wang Dong yawned widely, sleepily narrowing his eyes.
"...George Ford. Yes, the grandson of the famous Ford family."
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Old Qiao, unwilling to let him sleep, excitedly circled the desk and grabbed Wang Dong by the collar.
"Wake up! Tell me why George wants you to punish Xiong Jie? Explain it clearly, and I’ll let you sleep!"
Even in his drowsiness, Wang Dong hadn’t forgotten his last line of defense.
"...Call my lawyer. Until my lawyer arrives, I won’t speak another word."
Old Qiao nodded, "Okay, tell me who your lawyer is, and I’ll contact them!"
Wang Dong hesitated in thought.
Did he have a lawyer? Could he afford a private lawyer with his income?
He hung his head in frustration, "I don’t have my own lawyer. But I know you’ll get me a free legal aid lawyer. Sir, go get one for me."
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Every law firm gets a certain number of legal aid assignments each year, but they rarely follow through sincerely. Prestigious lawyers’ time is money; taking on legal aid might mean diverting a significant amount of time and energy to these cases, resulting in a huge economic cost.
Thus, when Old Qiao reported this case, there was no response. Anxious to get the answers, he passed it directly to "Tang Dynasty’s" legal aid department.
Though Tang Yanxi, "Tang Dynasty’s" head, was Tang Yanqing’s brother, Old Qiao rarely involved Tang Family in such matters unless it hit a critical point, and he had no choice but to seek Tang Yanxi.
Tang Yanxi quickly came over once he received the case, accompanying Wang Dong to face Old Qiao.
Wang Dong yawned several times, saying to Old Qiao, "...My hometown is Shanghai, I worked at Ford Group’s Shanghai branch. When I had the chance to work at the headquarters, my family was ecstatic and even threw a party. But just days after arriving at the M Country headquarters, they fired me. I was unwilling to return to China like that, so I reached out to George for help."
Wang Dong lifted his eyes, calm settling in place of his yawning.
"George offered me another job—he told me to go to Yanwu Square."
"But strangely, Xiong Jie started focusing on Yanwu Square, seemingly intent on getting involved in its business. My boss couldn’t stand Xiong Jie, so he had me find a way to teach her a lesson. No real harm, just a kidnapping to scare her into keeping quiet."
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Wang Dong’s later words left Old Qiao in the dark, but Tang Yanxi narrowed his eyes.
He didn’t expect Xiong Jie’s kidnapping and death to be tied to Yanwu Square.
While Old Qiao couldn’t discern the linkage, Tang Yanxi was well aware.
—Xiong Jie competed with Shi Nian in the industry. If Shi Nian intended to report on something, Xiong Jie wouldn’t miss it either. Shi Nian had once published an article about Tong’s wife, not directly naming Yanwu Square, but someone with insider knowledge like Xiong Jie could easily find out.
So Xiong Jie focusing her attention on and investigating Yanwu Square was likely.
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Old Qiao, content with George’s name from Wang Dong, left to write his report.
Tang Yanxi focused on Wang Dong: "I’ll handle your bail paperwork, please wait."
"Why bail me out?" Wang Dong’s drowsiness returned; he sniffled continuously like an addict: "Kidnapping and murder are serious charges; bail is expensive. I can’t afford it."
"I’ll contact a bail company for you." Tang Yanxi’s eyes were steady and intimidating: "They’ll provide financial assurance, and you’ll only need to pay one-tenth of the bail amount if you show up in court."
"Aren’t you afraid I’ll escape?" Wang Dong continued sniffing happily.
Tang Yanxi’s gaze remained steady, "If you dare to run, the bail company’s bounty hunters will pursue you across the globe."
Wang Dong stuck out his tongue, scared: "In that case, I don’t want bail!"
"Are you sure?" Tang Yanxi’s eyes were cool, scrutinizing him: "You seem refined and delicate, exactly what the big guys in prison like best."
Wang Dong shivered with fear: "Then I want bail!"
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Half an hour later, Tang Yanxi drove Wang Dong away from the police station.
Out of the station’s sight, Tang Yanxi pulled over in a secluded spot and turned to Wang Dong.
"I only took over your case temporarily; everything I know is just from your earlier confession. It’s best if you explain everything to me again, detail by detail. What you told the police—explain it in more detail to me. What you didn’t tell them, you must explain thoroughly. Otherwise, I can’t help you."
Wang Dong was indifferent to this: "Lawyer Tang, I know what kind of people M Country lawyers are. You claim to take every possible step to clear your client of charges, but you care about your income more than justice or the client’s interests—sacrificing the first two for money."
"So I never expected a free legal aid lawyer like you to help me for real. I called you in just as a stopgap against that stubborn cop. Now that you’ve got me out of the station, your task is done. Open the car door and let me out; I’m not interested in letting you know my business."
Tang Yanxi, having dealt with all sorts as a lawyer, wasn’t fazed by Wang Dong’s words.
He let out a cool chuckle, "You’re right. I care about money. I’ll have you know that I wouldn’t waste my time for nothing, or let you get away with playing me."
Wang Dong was startled and felt a pang of unease.
He chuckled coolly, "Indeed, I am a lawyer. And a lawyer is someone who can wield the law in the palm of their hand. I could play tricks like you did with Xiong Jie’s kidnapping, take you somewhere isolated too, like you once did with Xiong Jie. I could also report you as having fled, and then the bail bondsmen would send their bounty hunters worldwide to chase you down."
Tang Yanxi looked down at his hands, admiring his perfectly manicured nails.
