bayedsolid Chapter 280 Old Case
Chapter 280 Old Case
Song Ailing said as she pulled out a document from her bag. "This is the criminal evidence we've recently collected against Zhao Zhengrong and Zhao Industry."
She handed it to Wen Zhixia without any hesitation, as if she treated her as her own.
Wen Zhixia took it and flipped through it, and saw that it was packed with stories, ranging from a mining disaster more than ten years ago to the mysterious deaths of female celebrities in the past two years, many of which she had seen on the news.
So many of them are related to the Zhao family?
She was shocked.
"So what do you want to ask me?"
Song Ailing asked, "Baby, your parents' car accident happened because of a lawsuit they filed against someone?"
Wen Zhixia's heart sank slightly.
She thought for a moment and said, "It seems to be a miner. I can't remember the details. My grandfather knew more about it, but he is gone now."
Song Ailing's expression changed slightly. She immediately opened the folder in front of her and pointed at an old newspaper:
[Xinmei Group Mine Accident, 72 Deaths, 64 Injuries]
"Is this the news?" She pointed to the time of the news report. "This news was from 2009."
Wen Zhixia calculated that she was born in 99 and her parents died when she was about to graduate from elementary school.
With this calculation, it almost matches.
"My parents passed away in 10," Wen Zhixia said. "Does this New Coal Group have a close relationship with the Zhao family?"
Song Ailing nodded. "Zhao Zhengrong used to be the actual controller of this company, but he resigned after the accident. There's currently no evidence to prove he was involved in the mining disaster. Go back and ask around. If you have any clues that your parents were involved in the mining disaster, tell me."
Wen Zhixia flipped through the materials, her heart pounding and beads of sweat forming on her palms.
This was the first time she could remember that she had come into contact with someone who might be related to her parents' case.
"Okay, I'll go back and look through my grandfather's belongings."
Song Ailing nodded. "Except for me, if anyone asks you about your parents recently, don't reveal anything. Protect all privacy related to your parents."
"I will definitely do it. Thank you, Mr. Song."
"We're all family, don't be so formal." Song Ailing collected the information and said, "When Shi comes back, come to our house for dinner with him. Fu Keming wants to go back to his mother's place. Grandma hasn't seen you in a long time, and she misses you too."
When talking about Fu Keming, Wen Zhixia felt uncomfortable, thinking that they might see him less and less.
"No problem," she nodded to Song Ailing, "Tell the chairman to take care of himself, maybe there will be a turn for the better."
"Let me lend you some good words."
After dinner, Song Ailing drove Wen Zhixia home personally.
When Wen Zhixia returned home, she felt a little heavy-hearted.
She looked at the photos of her parents on the bookshelf. It had been more than ten years since they left, and the intense sadness gradually faded with time.
But this feeling is like drizzle, there is a place in my heart that is always wet.
Wen Zhixia wondered, if Fu Keming died, how would Fu Ruoshi react?
Blood is thicker than water, it's impossible for him not to be sad.
Thinking of this, Wen Zhixia sent a WeChat message:
[When will you be back? Do you want to come to my house for hot pot?]
Fu Ruoshi quickly replied: [I'll be back before Christmas. Let's have hotpot? Just the two of us?]
Wen Zhixia made a devilish expression: [You can call more people if you want]
Fu Ruoshi: [Whoever dares to come here, I will put him in the hot pot]
three days later.
It's a weekend.
Early in the morning, as soon as Wen Zhixia woke up, she received a WeChat message from Fu Ruoshi.
[I'll be in Jincheng this afternoon. Do you work in the evening?]
Wen Zhixia replied: [No, remember to come to my place for hotpot]
Fu Ruoshi sent her a series of kiss emojis in response.
In the evening, Wen Zhixia went to the supermarket to buy fresh ingredients, went home to cut the vegetables, baked a few small cakes, and made a portion of mustard octopus that Fu Ruoshi liked to eat.
Finally, she placed the tie she had bought for him on the table as an appetizer.
Just as I was about to send a message to ask when he would arrive, Qingqing suddenly sent me a WeChat message:
[Sister Wen, are you home now? Can I go to your place to get the test paper now?]
Wen Zhixia quickly replied: [Sure, come and get it. I'm quite nervous leaving it with me.]
Soon, Qingqing came.
As usual, she had her hair tied in a ponytail, and her eyes on her small round face looked like crescent moons when she smiled, making her look like a doll in a New Year picture.
As soon as she entered the house, she shouted, "Sister, sister! I brought you some delicious food!"
Wen Zhixia came out of the kitchen and saw that Qingqing had bought a small square cake with a circle of hearts made of strawberries on it, and two little people kissing in the middle.
"Sister, to show my gratitude, I made this cake especially for you and your husband," she said proudly. "I earned 20 yuan by helping elementary school students write self-criticisms, and I made this cake especially for you and your husband!"
Wen Zhixia looked at her quirky expression and said with a smile, "You're so good at making money at such a young age."
She took it and gave the test paper to Qingqing.
Qingqing took the test paper and looked at the red crosses all over it. A worrying look appeared on her face again. "Sister, you are a graduate student now. You must have passed the CET-4 and CET-6, right?"
When Wen Zhixia heard this question, she had a bad feeling.
"You don't want me to help you with the test, do you? I can't do that."
Qingqing smiled innocently. "I don't want you to write it, sister, can you explain the question to me?"
"This..." Wen Zhixia was entangled. "But if I don't explain it well or make mistakes, won't that hurt you? How about you copy other students' notes? Ask them?"
Qingqing shook her head. "Even if I copied it, I wouldn't understand it. I'd make the same mistake next time. Besides, my classmates are not as good as you, my sister."
She was afraid that Wen Zhixia would refuse, so she quickly said, "I won't let you teach me for nothing! I may not have much money, but I can help you with the housework! I can also cook! I'm the one who does the housework in our family! I'm very capable! I can also write essays and self-criticisms. If you are punished by your unit leaders to write a self-criticism or something, I can help you write it! Sister, you are my sister, please teach me!"
Wen Zhixia chuckled, "You really are good at business! You appeal to people's emotions, you persuade them with courtesy, you promote yourself, and you also do equal exchange."
Qingqing had a grown-up expression on her face, "It's for a living. Otherwise, my mom is the only one earning money in my family, and it would be so hard."
Wen Zhixia nodded.
She didn't care about the money. Besides, she liked Qingqing's personality very much. She was so sensible and optimistic even in her teens. For such people, she wanted to help if she could.
But she has forgotten a lot of the English knowledge from the high school entrance examination. If she can't explain it well, wouldn't it be misleading the students?
Just as I was struggling, the door rang.
Fu Ruoshi was holding a suitcase in his left hand and a huge Yves Saint Laurent paper bag in his right. He took off his gloves as soon as he entered the house and started complaining, "You didn't even lock the door when I was not home. What if someone raped you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Qingqing sitting at the dinner table, looking at him with a dazed expression.
“Ouch!!!! Brother-in-law!!!”