12dz Chapter 969 Who are these people?
Chapter 969 Who are these people?
Teng Zijing noticed the subtle change in Chang Miaomiao's gaze when she looked at Jiang Chengyu.
The chill in his eyes intensified, but a mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.
He took two steps forward, his leather shoes clicking on the polished wooden floor.
It made a crisp "thump, thump" sound, like striking a drumbeat, breaking the deliberately created ambiguous atmosphere in the room.
"Miss Chang, what a refined taste you have."
Teng Zijing's voice was not loud, but it carried a meaningful admiration, with a slight upward inflection at the end, making it impossible to tell whether it was praise or criticism.
Chang Miaomiao slowly got up from the sofa, her face glowing with plump collagen under the light.
However, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes betrayed her age. She reached up and adjusted the white, fluffy shawl draped over her shoulders.
She walked gracefully toward Teng Zijing, her gait deliberately carrying a touch of delicate femininity.
"Master Jing is joking." She lowered her eyes with feigned modesty, her voice as soft as water.
"I wonder what kind of good fortune Miaomiao has accumulated in her past life to be able to meet you here."
Before she could finish speaking, she seemed to "accidentally" step on an empty wine bottle on the floor.
He stumbled suddenly and lunged at Teng Zijing, a calculating glint in his eyes.
Teng Zijing reacted extremely quickly, dodging to the side almost the instant she tilted.
At the same time, he reached out to protect Jiang Chengyu and whispered, "Mr. Jiang, be careful."
The two of them swerved to the side, and Chang Miaomiao's lunge missed its mark. With a cry of "Ouch!", she fell heavily to the ground.
She instinctively braced herself with her hands, and then let out a painful cry.
The palm already had an injury—during the argument with Zhang Chenghe earlier.
She threatened the other person with shards of glass, which had already cut her open and the bleeding hadn't completely stopped.
At that moment, the old wound was suddenly aggravated, and blood instantly seeped through the handkerchief covering his hand, staining most of his palm red.
Chang Miaomiao frowned, pouted, and tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls.
The tears rolled down her cheeks, tinged with grievance and pain, and her eyes were full of pleading as she looked at Teng Zijing.
Looking at her like this, Teng Zijing's face remained expressionless; he simply said:
"Miss Chang, how could you be so careless! Such a beautiful hand, and you've injured it! Tsk tsk tsk!"
Jiang Chengyu stood to the side, his brows slightly furrowed, clearly displeased with this deliberate pestering.
He took half a step back, creating some distance, his gaze falling on the mess on the ground, without looking at Chang Miaomiao again.
The air in the room grew still again. Chang Miaomiao's sobs caught in her throat, and the hurt on her face was gradually replaced by embarrassment.
Her carefully planned lunge not only failed to build rapport, but also made her look extremely embarrassed.
The door was pushed open again, and Deng Zhouyi walked in with Liu Lu, followed by someone dragging the limp Chai Rui.
His legs were no longer under his control, and he was dragged to the center of the room like a lump of mud.
Liu Lu glanced at the mess on the ground, and his pent-up anger surged to the top of his head: "You...you've gone too far!"
He rushed to the bedside, carefully lifted the photo frame that had been leaning to one side on the bedside table, and gently brushed his fingertips across the glass surface.
In the photo frame, Qi Haoyu smiles with his eyes crinkling, the sunlight shining brightly on his face.
Liu Lu felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly, the pain almost suffocating him.
His voice was choked with sobs, as if he were muttering to himself, or perhaps accusing someone: "He took it..."
It's what he deserves; even if he's wrong, it doesn't warrant death! But what about you?
You robbed and plundered, you even took his life... Are you even human?
Upon hearing this, Teng Zijing narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips:
"Hmph, to be able to talk about stealing company secrets so confidently, I'm afraid there's no one else in the entire Kuncheng who can do that."
"Steal?" Liu Lu turned around abruptly, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Teng Zijing, his voice trembling with excitement.
"What merit or ability does An Jinsong possess to hold that position? All these years, all he's done is make empty promises to Haoyu."
Which major project in the company wasn't won by Haoyu through sheer hard work and dedication?
But every time he returned to the company with the contract, Lou Xiaoyun would steal all the credit without him having done anything.
An Jinsong was so angry that he would take it out on Haoyu, hitting and scolding him at the slightest dissatisfaction...
He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently: "Haoyu just wants to take back something that should belong to him. Is that wrong?"
You keep accusing him of stealing, but who has ever considered the extent of his untold hard work?
The room was deathly silent, save for Liu Lu's suppressed breathing.
Chai Rui lay on the ground, too weak to even lift her head. Chang Miaomiao forgot to pretend to cry, staring blankly at the emotionally charged Liu Lu.
She never imagined that Qi Haoyu, who seemed effeminate and had a womanizing ways, would...
In Liu Lu's heart, it was like a monument, so heavy that it was almost unbelievable.
Jiang Chengyu looked at Liu Lu's hand, which was gripping the photo frame tightly. His knuckles were white from the force, and the pain in his eyes seemed genuine. His brows furrowed slightly.
He wasn't entirely clear on the internal strife within Antai Company, but from Liu Lu's words, he could vaguely piece together a picture of someone being exploited and betrayed.
Teng Zijing's mockery faded slightly, but it still held a scrutinizing quality:
"So, he can justify his actions when he's dabbling in company secrets and buying and selling shares?"
"He was forced into it!" Liu Lu almost shouted, tears finally streaming down his face.
"If An Jinsong had treated him fairly, and if Lou Xiaoyun hadn't stolen his credit, how could he have ended up like this?!"
Qi Haoyu in the photo frame is still smiling, as if silently witnessing this dispute.
Liu Lu hugged the photo frame tightly, as if clinging to his last shred of hope.
Tears blurred my vision, and they also blurred that bright, sunny smile.
"Alright, there's no need to say anything more."
Teng Zijing interrupted Liu Lu, his tone resolute and leaving no room for argument.
"Take your respective 'evidence' to the police station and clarify things slowly." With that, he turned and walked out.
"Master Jing!" Upon seeing this, Chang Miaomiao, ignoring the pain in her hand, lunged forward and grabbed his trouser leg.
Her voice was full of pleading, "I really was just relaying a message, I didn't do anything! Please, have mercy and let me go!"
Teng Zijing paused, looking down at the hand that was tugging at his trouser leg.
The bloodstains on his palms were particularly glaring against his dark trousers.
He said coldly, "Let go of me."
"Master Jing, I know I was wrong! Please, please let me go this time!"
Chang Miaomiao clenched her fists tightly, tears mingling with fear streaming down her face. "I was taken out of the orphanage by Chang Haihe when I was ten years old."
I've been nurtured for over twenty years, all to become his best cash cow, and I've suffered a lot in the process!
I have no other choice but to go this far. I beg Lord Jing for mercy and to spare me this time.
Teng Zijing looked down at her, his eyes completely unmoved.
"That shouldn't be the case. Miss Chang is always known for her intelligence and beauty."
How could someone have fallen to the point of begging for help? Shouldn't it be the one who drowned while drinking soda in a pomegranate-red skirt?
Chang Miaomiao shook her head frantically: "No, no, Master Jing, those are all lies and baseless accusations. You can't just listen to hearsay!"
Hehe…: “You were so calm and collected just now, what’s wrong? You’re getting all worked up now!”
He suppressed his smile, his voice as cold as ice, "Honestly confess everything you know to the police, and perhaps you can get a lighter sentence."
After saying that, he suddenly lifted his foot and flung Chang Miaomiao's hand away. Chang Miaomiao lost her balance and fell to the ground again.
Watching Teng Zijing's retreating figure without any hesitation, she finally realized that she really couldn't escape this time, and desperate cries echoed in the room.
Looking at Jiang Chengyu, who remained silent, she lunged at him again, pleading, "President Jiang, please, please ask Master Jing for my help!"
Just as the bloody hand was about to touch Jiang Chengyu's white trouser leg, Teng Zijing grabbed Jiang Chengyu's arm.
Jiang Chengyu took a step back to dodge, then glanced at Chang Miaomiao and Chai Rui, who were sprawled on the ground.
After glancing at Liu Lu, who was clutching the photo frame tightly with a complicated expression, Teng Zijing finally pulled him away and he turned to leave.
In the corridor, Teng Zijing's voice came: "Deng Zhouyi, hand everyone over to the police. Organize the evidence chain and send it over. Back to work!"
"Yes, Master Jing."
Upon hearing this, Lu Feng and his men stepped forward and arrested all those who had crossed Master Jing's line without any mercy.
The elevator doors closed again, taking away not only the figures of the people, but also the grudges and sins entangled in this turmoil.
Jiang Chengyu gazed at Teng Zijing's expressionless profile and whispered, "Is that all?"
Teng Zijing turned his head to look at him, a rare warmth in his smile: "The end? Perhaps it's just another beginning."
"Is it not over yet?" Jiang Chengyu said irritably.
"Just kidding, I've discovered you're so adorable!" Teng Zijing teased.
"Gu Qinming and the others have collected a lot of evidence for Miss An's case."
Aren't you worried that I'll retaliate against you for making fun of you at this time?
Teng Zijing put his arm around Jiang Chengyu's shoulder and said, "President Jiang is very understanding and would not do such a thing."
Otherwise, even if you found out it was me who caused your fall, you didn't call the police and have me arrested.
After finishing his enthusiastic rant, Teng Zijing sighed, "As for those schemes hidden in the shadows and the truths that have yet to surface..."
Let the police take over! That old devil Changhaihe will eventually be exposed for his ugly face under the sunlight.
The elevator doors slid open with a "whoosh," and the corridor lights poured in.
As soon as the two stepped out of the elevator, Teng Zijing's phone rang urgently in his pocket;
He quickly withdrew his arm from Jiang Chengyu's shoulder, took out his phone, and glanced at the caller ID.
Zhang Jie answered the call with practiced ease, his finger swiping across the screen: "Hello..."
After hearing what was said on the other end of the phone, Teng Zijing's expression instantly froze.
The lines that were just moments before relaxed suddenly tightened, and all the warmth in his eyes vanished, leaving only a bone-chilling coldness.
"What?" His voice suddenly rose, filled with barely suppressed anger. "Changhai River has run away?"
Jiang Chengyu stood to the side, and seeing his expression suddenly change, his brows furrowed as well.
Teng Zijing's knuckles turned white from gripping the phone tightly as he spoke in a deep voice into the receiver:
"If Chang Haihe, as one of the masterminds behind this series of events, gets away, all our previous efforts will be in vain."
As Teng Zijing walked, he pondered for a moment and then gave the order: "Chang Haihe is cunning and shrewd in his actions."
Immediately seal off all exits from the city and retrieve the entire surveillance footage! Find him no matter what, even if it means digging three feet into the ground!
After saying that, he slammed down the phone, and the atmosphere around him was frighteningly tense.
"They ran away?" Jiang Chengyu asked in a deep voice.
Teng Zijing took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart, and said coldly, "It seems that this old fox had prepared a backup plan."
Looking at Teng Zijing's decisive manner, Jiang Chengyu knew that this turmoil was far from over.