CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 509 - 501: Fang Qin Falls

The city at night, vibrant and dazzling, glimmering with seductive neon lights.

Fang Qin, dressed in a server’s uniform, drove her car at full speed through the streets toward the airport.

According to the original plan, she was supposed to leave only after receiving the shares Wu Hao had transferred to her from that Swedish pharmaceutical company.

But she had already booked a flight departing tonight.

"Haha! Wu Hao, did you really think I still cared about that pharmaceutical company?"

"That was nothing more than a guise to deceive you all."

"With Long Zitao and those hundreds of millions, I can live the rest of my life in absolute comfort."

With a smug smile on her face, Fang Qin glanced at the route on her GPS. She was almost at the airport.

Just as she was about to pass through a T-junction, a truck surged out from behind her.

BANG!

Before she could even react to the shock.

The truck, like a rampaging iron behemoth, slammed into her car and rolled over it.

The seemingly sturdy car body crumpled like paper in an instant.

Fang Qin’s entire skeleton shattered with a chilling cracking sound.

Her once-beautiful face became a horrific sight, torn apart like a shredded rag doll.

Her bulging eyes were filled with resentment, despair, and confusion.

Hotel

Huang Minzhe sat nervously in the hot water.

He didn’t trust Mr. Bai at all, knowing he was just a disposable pawn in the other’s intricate schemes.

But for now, he could only follow orders; otherwise, his own plans would crumble.

He wasn’t afraid to die, but now was not the time to die.

Time passed slowly, the bathroom silent.

The soundproofing in this high-end hotel was excellent.

Upstairs, in the room directly above.

A bald man dressed in black lifted the carpet and pried open a pre-loosened floor panel.

There was a tiny hole there, perfectly connected to the ceiling light fixture in Huang Minzhe’s room below.

Due to its angle, even someone standing right next to the light fixture wouldn’t notice the hole.

The man took a gas bag from his case and extended a tube as slim as a quarter of a pinky finger through the hole.

Then, he began to release gas from the bag, bit by bit.

Just as he was about to pack up, pleased with his work, his phone buzzed.

Surprised, he opened it and found a photo of a car crash scene.

The man’s iron-cold expression suddenly changed, and he immediately pulled out the tube.

Next, he injected cement into the tiny hole, tidied up everything, picked up his case, and left the room.

One hour later

"Cousin, something happened. Fang Qin is dead."

"What?"

Wu Jingxiang, who had already gone to bed, was shocked upon receiving the news.

"The person we arranged to deal with Huang Minzhe received a photo of her death instead."

"Could it be Long Zitao?"

"It’s very possible. Fang Qin’s death will cause us significant trouble."

Wu Hao was extremely anxious at that moment.

Because just the day before Fang Qin’s death,

one of the Wu Group’s companies had conducted a large transaction with her. The police were bound to investigate them.

Wu Jingxiang understood Wu Hao’s concerns.

He hadn’t expected someone to uncover his carefully concealed actions.

"What about the hitman?"

"I’ve calmed him down for now, but if we’re discovered, he’s likely to expose us."

Wu Hao’s tone was anxious: "Cousin, this guy must be a plant left behind by Long Zitao on purpose."

"Don’t panic. Have that man take the next flight out of Huaxia immediately."

"Cousin, shouldn’t we get rid of him?"

"I feel like this whole thing is too strange."

"Cousin, who else but Long Zitao would take an interest in this matter or have such vast resources?"

Wu Hao was also quite scared; he didn’t know if Long Zitao would send someone to eliminate him.

"No, let the man leave. Don’t lose your composure."

"Even if the police find us, so what? Fang Qin wasn’t killed by us."

"The worst-case scenario between us and the Long Group is merely a financial dispute."

After careful consideration, Wu Jingxiang decided there was no need to spill blood.

Even if Long Zitao realized he had been set up, at worst, they’d battle openly.

"There’s no need to eliminate the hitman. After all, he didn’t go through with the plan."

"Tell him that if he’s caught, he should claim he was only trying to extort Huang Minzhe."

Hearing these words, Wu Hao gradually calmed down.

"Cousin, it’s just that the hitman has a prior record. If caught, he’ll surely cling to us for help."

"Haha, his prior record might not even surface. And even if it does, he’ll need evidence to implicate us."

Wu Jingxiang sneered, thinking Wu Hao’s lack of boldness was why he hadn’t accomplished much over the years.

"Right, we’ve always had security checks during meetings." Wu Hao finally regained his composure.

Hotel

Long Zitao was also shocked when he received news of Fang Qin’s death.

After the banquet, he had specifically looked for her, and upon finding she had left, he hadn’t given it much thought.

He never expected she’d end up dead.

He immediately realized that things wouldn’t be so simple.

Knock, knock.

His phone buzzed. When he checked it, he saw an MMS from an unfamiliar number.

He was planning to delete it but decided to open it after recalling the night’s events.

It was a photo of a contract.

"Seems like I still have a lot to learn!"

Long Zitao put down the phone, his face showing frustration, regret, and relief.

Soon, he recovered and dialed the number.

"Thanks. What do you want in return?"

"You’ve crossed Wu Jingxiang’s woman. He won’t let this slide."

The voice on the other end was hollow and emotionless, like dry air.

"I don’t need anything from you now because we share a common enemy."

Long Zitao asked, "Who are you?"

Beep, beep!

The call ended with a busy tone.

Long Zitao put down his phone silently, feeling as though he had been caught in a massive whirlpool.

But this was not the time to dwell on that. He immediately instructed the accountant to work with the bank to freeze the transaction funds.

For such large equity transactions, the money doesn’t transfer instantly after signing.

The fund transfer process requires lots of paperwork, taking at least a week even at top speed.

Fang Qin had obviously calculated this time gap carefully.

When Long Zitao got entangled in trouble, he wouldn’t suspect her first, and by then, the money would be secure in her account.

Police Station

Sheng Xuan studied the report materials before him, lost in thought.

Someone had emailed the police to report Fang Qin’s involvement in cross-border fraud.

The information was highly detailed, including financial "flow" and several major cases documented thoroughly.

After reviewing the files, he reported to his superiors, who assigned him to investigate.

But news soon came that Fang Qin had died—seven hours earlier. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

However, the report contained a critical piece of information.

One of the offshore companies collaborating with Fang Qin’s firm was a subsidiary of the Wu Group.

Additionally, investigation revealed that last month, Fang Qin had transferred a real estate company she owned to another Wu Group company in Shenghai.

This revelation reminded Sheng Xuan of a missing person case.

The leads from that case had also pointed to Wu Jingxiang, a key figure in the Wu Group.

But due to lack of evidence, the case had gone cold.