Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!-Chapter 100 - : The Ji Family Arranged a Blind Date for Him!
Chapter 100 -100: The Ji Family Arranged a Blind Date for Him!
The man kneeling on the ground refused to confess to his death,
Two bodyguards stepped forward, their batons falling with every grunt until the sound of cracking bones could be heard.
The man was nearly beaten to a pulp, yet he resolutely wouldn’t utter a single word.
“Zhang Ping, how many years have you been with the Liu Family?”
The man addressed trembled as he spoke, “Ei-eight years.”
Zhang Ping was the son of the Ji Family’s driver and nanny, in ancient times his status would be that of a born and raised domestic, smart and with a thorough understanding of his roots.
He was also quite promising, having climbed his way up to become Wang Daoba’s right-hand man, and had delivered quite a bit of news about the Liu Family.
The information was always accurate, thus nobody questioned his loyalty.
“Eight years, indeed a long time, long enough for you to have a three-year-old child, and your parents at home still unaware, right?”
President Ji’s calm and indifferent words stabbed straight into the man’s heart like a sharp knife.
He trembled in fear, yet still tried to maintain calm, stubbornly clenching his teeth, “President Ji, I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t even have a partner, how could I possibly have a child?”
President Ji: “Is that so?”
Those two light words fell, and a cell phone suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Ping, displaying a child tied up, his pupils dilating to the extreme.
He hurriedly looked up at the person in the corner, knocking his head until blood imprints formed.
“President Ji, I was wrong, I was wrong!”
“I’ll agree to do anything, the child is innocent, I beg you to spare my son!”
The man remained semi-hidden in the dimly lit corner, his posture as casual as a resting lion, yet exuding a chilling, blood-curdling coldness.
President Ji didn’t say a word, but Zhang Ping’s fear kept intensifying.
The moment the man stood up, Zhang Ping felt as if he could see his three-year-old child dying right in front of him, he wanted to kneel and draw closer but was firmly held back by the shoulder by a bodyguard.
Watching as the man got into the car, he shouted desperately: “Song Changhe!”
“It’s Song Changhe of the Beicheng Song Family!”
Zhang Ping thought by telling them, his child could be spared, yet he saw the child tossed straight into the sea, the pain driving him to despair.
“Why! I’ve already told you everything, why do you still need to do this to him!”
His response was another silent blow.
Those who had joined President Ji’s team at the same time were holding batons, coldly huffing, “Zhang Ping, when you betrayed President Ji’s wife and child’s information to Wang Daoba, you should’ve known this moment would come.”
Zhang Ping’s face turned ashen, filled with regret before losing consciousness.
A lackey went outside the factory where a man was smoking and reported, “Brother Ma, the kid’s knocked out cold, what should we do with the child?”
The man extinguished the cigarette end and put it in a sealed bag, “Send it to his parents, tell them to keep their mouths shut tight.”
“Clean it up, call the police.”
Every trace inside the factory was completely erased, not a trace of cigarette ash left behind.
Only the unconscious Zhang Ping and the evidence of his crimes were left.
Not long after, the sound of police sirens began to wail.
In the back seat of the black Maybach, a man’s face was concealed within the darkness inside the car, as it sped swiftly along the tranquil, secluded alley, racing towards the hospital.
Inside the car, the man leaned back in the leather seat, eyes closed in contemplation.
The mottled streetlights outside the window diffused over his delicate features, adding an elusive mist around him.
Song Changhe, the grandfather of Song Henian.
An old fox with a heart blacker than ink, a formidable figure before he retired.
The Liu Family’s ability to stand unshaken in the underworld for so many years came from a complex web of connections.
The demons and monsters hidden behind various fields range from distinguished elite to street thugs, making it easy to be caught off guard.
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Nowadays, except for the fugitive Liu Xixi, all other members of Liu Family are stepping on sewing machines inside the prison.
And him, having fished out the big fish behind Liu Xixi, most have been netted by now, yet unexpectedly, at this critical moment, Song Changhe has been implicated.
Song Changhe had close ties with the Beicheng Shang Family in the past, and even now the Song Family and Shang Family still have interactions.
Relying on the Shang Family’s big tree, this person might become a bit troublesome to handle.
The next morning.
Lu Xining arrived at the hospital as soon as day broke, she pushed the door open to see a man getting dressed in the living room.
Hearing the noise at the door, President Ji didn’t turn around; there were bodyguards at the door, no one else could enter, and he continued fastening his belt, picked up the shirt beside him, and started carefully buttoning it up.
His freshly changed clothes were on the sofa next to him.
The man’s hair was still wet, dripping with water.
He dressed and sat on the sofa, picking up a towel beside him and began drying himself off while watching her, “What are you standing there for? Come in, have a seat.”
Lu Xining had the illusion that the man in front of her had returned to the state he was in during the hidden marriage of five years.
Cold and distant, as if devoid of human emotion.
She walked to the sofa farthest from him and sat down, “How is Xiao Ze?”
Ji Muye: “His fever has subsided, he can be discharged this afternoon, but if you’re worried, you can let the child stay a couple more days.”
Lu Xining glanced at him silently and picked up the conversation, “He’d be better looked after at home.”
The man didn’t speak, just watched her silently, so long that she felt the air was filled with some indefinable substance.
Lu Xining quickly stood and went to check on Ji Ze in the ward.
The child’s temperature had returned to normal.
When Ji Ze woke up and finished breakfast, Lu Xining stayed in the room with him, while President Ji sat on a nearby sofa working.
“Mommy, I’m sorry for making you and daddy worry.”
Hearing the child’s sudden apology, Lu Xining put down the storybook in her hand, touched his head, her eyes full of love.
Ji Ze had disliked taking medicine and getting shots since he was young, always the most resistant when sick, but this time he had used his own body as a bargaining chip.
“It’s okay, mommy understands your heart was in the right place.”
“But you can’t do this again, having a fever is very uncomfortable, mom, dad, and your brother and sister are all very worried about you.”
Ji Ze nodded, promising that it would never happen again.
Through the incident of Ji Ze getting a fever from the air conditioning, Lu Xining realized she couldn’t be too resistant to Ji Muye’s presence.
At least in the eyes of their two children, he’d always been a good father.
But once she agreed to let Ji Muye into the Lu Family, the man instead became even more infrequent, even the morning pickups and drop-offs for the kids were suspended.
Officially, he was abroad on business, but seeing an additional layer of bodyguards outside the villa, Lu Xining felt something else was afoot.
Especially before Ji Muye left, he told her to try to stay at home during this period, and definitely not to go out with Song Henian!
At first, she thought the man was jealous, but there was no such emotion in his dark pupils, only solemnity.
An intangible tension spread near the Lu Family.
Lu Xining stood behind the curtain of the study window, looking at the black cars not far down the road, deep in thought.
She called Monkey and asked him to check what had happened with Shi’an Group, but not long after, she received unexpected news.
The Ji Family had arranged a blind date for Ji Muye.
