"Mo Bin is dead?"
Su Ziyu was stunned.
Li Qianfan also pretended to be surprised, looking up at Wang Zhe.
Earlier that afternoon, Mo Hongti had told him she would personally deal with Mo Bin.
However, she hadn't told Li Qianfan how she planned to do it.
Wang Zhe walked over, tore the tape off Li Qianfan's mouth, and said, "He got into a car accident, a cement truck crushed him like a sandwich. Damn it, he still owed me fifty thousand yuan in final payment. The worst part is, my meticulously crafted plan is all ruined."
Li Qianfan then realized that Mo Hongti had orchestrated a car accident to kill Mo Bin.
This was for the best.
Upon hearing the news of Mo Bin's untimely death, Su Ziyu felt neither happiness nor sorrow.
But she knew that a dead Mo Bin was far better for her than a living one.
"If only Zhao Lianjin, who tried to harm me, had also suddenly died," Su Ziyu prayed fervently. Wang Zhe had just finished untying her.
She immediately took out a card and handed it to Wang Zhe.
This was the fifty thousand yuan Wang Zhe had "hired" her for.
Wang Zhe frowned and asked indifferently, "What does this mean?"
Su Ziyu replied, "Now that Mo Bin is dead, I can no longer cooperate with your act. Of course, I must return this fifty thousand yuan to you."
"The King of Assassins never takes back money he has given away."
Wang Zhe finished speaking, cupped his fists, and nodded slightly to Li Qianfan. "Our acquaintance ends here. The road of life is long, may we meet again if fate allows. Wang Zhe bids farewell and leaves first."
Before Li Qianfan could say anything, Wang Zhe turned and hurried out.
Instead of using the door—
He gracefully leaped towards the wall, flipped over it, showcasing his flamboyant and skilled demeanor.
"This Wang Zhe is really quite interesting."
Su Ziyu paused for a moment and said, "Oh dear, he's gone, how will we get back to the city? It's so late, it's hard to get a taxi."
Both she and Li Qianfan had been "kidnapped" from the city to the suburbs by Wang Zhe, so they hadn't driven.
Now that the show-off Wang Zhe had left early, how would they get back?
"Let's call Old Man, have him pick us up."
Li Qianfan took her hand and they quickly walked out of the house.
Su Ziyu said, "Let's call Zeng Ting instead. If we call Dad, we'll have to explain how we ended up in this place."
"Yes, that's best."
As Li Qianfan nodded, they had already walked out of the courtyard gate.
He then let out a soft exclamation, "Wang Zhe didn't actually leave. He just jumped the wall earlier to show off."
Li Qianfan said Wang Zhe hadn't left because the old, second-hand van he used to "kidnap" them here was still parked by the roadside at the entrance of the courtyard.
Su Ziyu saw the van too and immediately stopped calling Zeng Ting.
Li Qianfan opened the car door but didn't see Wang Zhe.
Su Ziyu asked, "Wang Zhe, where did he go?"
"Who knows."
Li Qianfan got into the car. "He probably arranged another car long ago. This one was specifically left for us to return to the city. Wife, get in, let's go home."
After Su Ziyu sat in the passenger seat, Li Qianfan immediately started the car and sped past the slaughterhouse on the west side of the residential house.
Unnoticed—
From a sewer pipe beneath the wall of the residential house, a hand trembled and reached out.
Woosh!
As the ambulance from Tianci Hospital sirens wailed and drove out of the hospital entrance, two traffic patrol cars, their blue and white lights flashing, also sped towards Liuzhe Village.
Ning Xiaolan was also on duty tonight.
In the early hours of the morning, Ning Xiaolan, who was fast asleep, was woken by a phone call stating that Zhao Lianjin's whereabouts had been discovered.
Zhao Lianjin had escaped from her, and the proud Mother Lan had dreamed of capturing him herself.
Now that she suddenly received a call reporting Zhao Lianjin's whereabouts, she sprang out of bed like a carp.
This startled Old Su, almost causing him to roll off the bed.
The person who called Mother Lan was a stranger.
The girl only told Mother Lan, "Zhao Lianjin is in Hulu Mountain," and then hung up.
Ning Xiaolan immediately called back, but the number was already switched off.
She didn't care about anything else, rushed downstairs, got into the car, and then called her on-duty subordinates to meet her at the foot of the mountain as quickly as possible.
Daybreak.
It was 6:30 AM.
After calling Ning Xiaolan and confirming she was still at the station, Old Su ambled out to buy breakfast.
When Ning Xiaolan isn't home, Old Su never eats breakfast at home.
Little Cotton Jacket inherited Ning Xiaolan's beauty, even surpassing it, but not her excellent cooking skills.
It was just that her beloved son-in-law found the food Little Cotton Jacket made to be heavenly.
"Poor child, her taste buds will eventually be ruined by Ziyu."
Old Su placed the breakfast he bought on the dining table and looked at Li Qianfan, who had sat down, shaking his head secretly and sighing.
"Qianfan, I received a call from Director Dai while I was out buying breakfast earlier."
As they were almost finished with breakfast, Old Su said, "Director Dai said that Mr. Wang Mingshuai will be at the company today. From today onwards, the CEO of Pai Pai Fashion will be Mr. Wang again. Mr. Wang's return is certain, and he will surely hold a meeting to address everyone."
Li Qianfan nodded.
Old Su continued, "Although Director Dai will step down after Mr. Wang takes over the company, don't worry about your position as his executive assistant. With my relationship with Mr. Wang, plus the fact that you saved his life, hehe, if I were Mr. Wang, I'd definitely give you a vice-president position."
If only Old Su were Wang Mingshuai.
And thankfully, Old Su wasn't Wang Mingshuai!
Li Qianfan only bowed and nodded to Old Su's earnest teachings.
As for Old Su's Little Cotton Jacket, who was currently acting like a proper little virtuous wife, it was best not to tell him that she was using her little foot under the dining table to playfully nudge Li Qianfan's calf.
"Oh, right, I almost forgot."
Old Su wiped his mouth and suddenly remembered something. "Zhao Lianjin has been found."
"What?"
Su Ziyu was startled and quickly looked up. "Dad, how do you know Zhao Lianjin has been found? Where is he? Has he been caught?"
The incident where Zhao Lianjin tried to harm her had indeed left her with some psychological trauma.
Li Qianfan also looked at Old Su with a surprised expression.
"It was past one in the morning when your mother suddenly received a call and went out on a case."
Old Su said, "When I got up this morning, I called her and found out Zhao Lianjin had been found. But Zhao Lianjin is already dead. And it's said that his niece, Zhao Tong, killed him for some unspeakable reasons. Your mother also said he died miserably. Zhao Tong stabbed him thirty-one times with a sharp knife. He was completely riddled with holes."
"Dad, why didn't you tell me this before breakfast?"
Su Ziyu suddenly covered her mouth, stood up, and rushed into the bathroom wearing only one slipper.
Old Su's Little Cotton Jacket had a certain level of germophobia.
After hearing Old Su describe Zhao Lianjin's gruesome death, she immediately felt nauseous.
However, when she ate something with the hand that had just touched Li Qianfan's smelly foot, she inexplicably found it delicious.
But one thing Su Ziyu had to admit.
She actually enjoyed hearing the news of Zhao Lianjin's tragic death.
After spending a long time in the bathroom without throwing up anything, Su Ziyu gave up.
As she splashed cold water on her face with her cupped hands, she thought, "Last night, when I learned about Mo Bin's car accident, I seemed to have prayed that it would be great if Zhao Lianjin also suddenly died? And then, he really died. So, if I pray again, what if Lan Yunhai also has an accident?"
Of course.
Su Ziyu knew very well that cursing people in secret was unethical.
But she just couldn't help it.
7:50 AM.
Li Qianfan dropped Su Ziyu off at the hospital entrance.
This time, his older wife had learned her lesson.
Before Li Qianfan could say anything, after getting out of the car, she proactively blew him a kiss.
"This life is simply too good."
Li Qianfan sighed contentedly and started driving east, muttering to himself, "Next, it's time to see Mr. Wang Mingshuai's spectacular performance."
Actually.
Li Qianfan really wanted to drag Old Su to resign from Pai Pai Fashion with him.
But what reason could he use to persuade the currently enthusiastic Vice President Su to resign with him?
After all, in Old Su's eyes, he was already one of Wang Mingshuai's most appreciated subordinates.
During Wang Mingshuai's period of incapacitation, Old Su had made immense contributions in helping Dai Paipai reclaim the company!
Especially since Wang Mingshuai was able to wake up thanks to his son-in-law's miraculous recovery.
If Li Qianfan were to advise him to resign now, Old Su would definitely drag him to Guangming Hospital and have Little Cotton Jacket examine his brain personally.
In any case, Old Su didn't have any heart disease or high blood pressure.
Li Qianfan estimated that his ability to withstand pressure was much stronger than many people his age.
But there was one thing Li Qianfan had to do in advance.
He took out his phone and called Li Zhaoyu.
Li Zhaoyu answered quickly, his tone respectful. "Uncle, do you have any instructions?"
"It's like this," Li Qianfan asked directly, "The order for thirty thousand sets of work clothes from the Qingyun branch of Jinchao Group has not been officially given to Pai Pai Fashion yet, has it?"
"Not yet," Li Zhaoyu quickly explained, thinking Li Qianfan was complaining about his slow process. "But don't worry, I will personally oversee this matter today. I will ensure all procedures are completed by noon tomorrow at the latest. At that time, Vice President Su will only need to make one more trip, and I can directly transfer the full payment to Pai Pai Fashion."
"No rush," Li Qianfan said calmly. "There might be some personnel changes at Pai Pai Fashion. When I call you, then you can proceed with the process."
"Okay, I'll listen to you!" Li Zhaoyu agreed without hesitation.
He didn't ask what personnel changes would occur at Pai Pai Fashion.
He just needed to unconditionally follow his uncle's instructions.
Li Qianfan hung up the phone and sped up.
He didn't feel that his arrangement was wrong.
He saved Wang Mingshuai not for gratitude.
Even if Wang Mingshuai found an excuse to kick him out of Pai Pai Fashion to preserve his male dignity, Li Qianfan wouldn't have called Li Zhaoyu.
After all, the boss of Pai Pai had been playing flirtatious games with him during this time, and it was indeed a bit excessive.
But if Wang Mingshuai were to terminate Su Ziyu's investment because of this, and target Old Su, then Li Qianfan would not agree.
Li Qianfan arrived at Pai Pai Fashion at 8:10 AM.
However, neither Wang Mingshuai nor Dai Paipai had come to work yet.
Old Su had received a call from them, informing all employees to gather in the cafeteria to await Mr. Wang's triumphant return!
As the executive assistant, Li Qianfan was definitely qualified to sit in the front two rows.
He didn't.
He preferred to sit on the windowsill in the southeast corner, playing on his phone with his head down.
In the dining hall.
When hundreds of employees gathered, they would inevitably whisper, and even laugh and talk loudly.
It was chaotic, and it bothered Li Qianfan's conversation with Ru Hua, the big boss.
He even had to zoom in to look at pictures.
"Mr. Wang is here!" someone suddenly shouted.