The Bodyguard King's CEO Wife-Chapter 1216: The Nail That Sticks Out Gets Hammered Down

Ghost carefully examined the structure of the bomb, watching the time tick away on the electronic display. He was heartburned too; it wasn’t just the bomb’s countdown, perhaps it was Gu Xin’s life countdown, and Ghost’s own countdown. With such power, not even Inner Strength could fend off.

"Xin’er, relax, no matter what happens, I won’t leave." Ghost urged Gu Xin to stay calm, both of them enduring the agony.

"Li, you... you must go!" Gu Xin’s tears flowed freely, her voice hoarse. Due to extreme fear, she’d lost her strength. She knew there was no escape this time. At the cusp of life and death, she’d made an inner decision, absolutely unwilling to let Ghost die because of her.

"Be quiet." Ghost suddenly shouted, and the room fell silent. Five minutes had passed already, yet he was at a loss; a normal person doesn’t research bomb defusal.

"Where’s the bomb expert?" Ghost shouted loudly, seemingly venting his inner frustration. At this time, the police also arrived at the scene, downstairs the hospital was filled with sirens, noise, screams...

Beep, beep, beep, beep-beep-beep...

"Li, the speed... has increased," Gu Xin suddenly said tremulously, pointing to the electronic display, her finger still shaking. Ghost turned to see, the normal countdown suddenly sped up, time passing like flowing sand. At this speed, in three minutes, no, not even three minutes.

"Damn it."

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Zheng Family Cemetery.

"Zheng Ji, how did my son get injured? You need to explain clearly."

"Yes, yes, despite so many guards, it seems they were useless."

"You claimed everything was arranged properly, doesn’t seem like it at all."

In the lounge, a group of Zheng Family members complained one after another. Although the attack was repelled, several people were indeed injured, which ought to be Zheng Ji’s biggest headache.

Facing rounds of accusations from the audience, Zheng Ji remained expressionless, though a burning anger was simmering inside him. Given the current situation, he wasn’t suited to blow up here.

"Everyone, be quiet." Finally, Zheng Ji spoke, and the audience immediately quieted down.

"Regarding the earlier attack, I adopted the optimal plan, minimizing the losses."

"Nonsense, if action was taken, would my son have been injured?" A middle-aged woman from the audience shouted. Clad in luxurious attire, yet expression speaks volumes—believe it or not, Zheng Ji had developed the skill of analyzing one’s character from their appearance, often accurately so. If he remembered correctly, the injured Zheng family youth should be considered a distant relative, one with whom he barely had any impression. As for the woman, he couldn’t recall her at all.

Actually, it’s quite typical; in such a large clan, many are bound by connections—close relatives from both paternal and maternal sides, bones may break but the ties remain. Those distant relatives barely related merely leverage the Zheng Family’s background to put on airs. Zheng Ji detested these individuals the most.

"Your son’s injury is entirely self-inflicted; he insisted on watching the fight above, so it’s nobody else’s fault," Zheng Ji said coldly.

"You’re... completely shirking responsibility."

"Whether I’m shirking responsibility or not, I have surveillance as evidence," Zheng Ji retorted directly, changing his tone, "However, I should warn you, if the surveillance proves what I said is true, then it’s you who are slandering me intentionally. According to family rules, you know the consequences yourself."

Zheng Ji, being the Eldest Young Master of the Zheng Family’s Direct Lineage, wasn’t without opposition within the family, but his position nonetheless commanded respect. Even if rivals present demanded justice today, should Zheng Ji become the Family Head in the future, wielding total power, dealing with a petty peripheral family would be child’s play.

This time, it was the middle-aged woman’s turn to waver, a member of the Zheng Family. Though by generation, she was considered Zheng Ji’s "distant relative elder," her influence paled in comparison to this "Crown Prince." Crossing him could mean trouble, even if Zheng Ji wasn’t the Family Head yet.

Calculating a simple interest account, this woman certainly wouldn’t sacrifice what the Zheng Family brought her.

Seeing the middle-aged woman hesitate, the crowd was no fool, they guessed her mind; he’s the "Crown Prince," better to keep the peace.

After all, it’s clearly stated in the family rules, deliberately slandering Direct Lineage can lead to expulsion from the family. Among the crowd, no one desired to lose their wealth, power, status...

The mastermind intended to rally these peripheral forces against Zheng Ji, yet overlooked the most critical point: the lead bird gets shot. Among these peripheral forces, none dared confront Zheng Ji, without a leader, naturally, nobody dared oppose.

"Cousin, Aunt was agitated and spoke impulsive words, clashing with you. Please don’t take it to heart," Zheng Su stepped out from the side at this moment.

"Perfect timing, Cousin. I have a few matters I want to consult you on," Zheng Ji of course knew Zheng Su’s intentions, stepping in as a mediator to presumably pull peripheral forces.

"Of course, ask whatever Cousin wishes," Zheng Su replied.

"From the captured attackers, I learned they know Cousin. Pray tell... what is this about?" Zheng Ji said casually, his eyes sharp, firmly fixed on Zheng Su. He hadn’t captured the attackers; the terrain made pursuit difficult, impossible to reach. This was precisely why Elder Zhang fell. Zheng Ji mentioned this to "strike the mountain to shake the tiger," probing Zheng Su.

"This is outright slander." Zheng Su showed no change in expression, seemingly genuinely innocent. Even Zheng Ji, who was scrutinizing her, couldn’t pick up any anomaly, almost as if... Zheng Su had anticipated his questioning.

"I don’t know those people at all, and them claiming it’s me is the lowest level slander, completely unfounded. Random falsehoods, I could say the same," Zheng Su retorted directly, "If Cousin doesn’t believe, feel free to bring them here to confront."

"Certainly, I understand Cousin’s thoughts best; that person is clearly slandering you, I would never believe it. However... that person has already been brought to the family, and still needs interrogation to discover the truth."