Liu Ying smiled and smoothed things over: “Aiya, Old Cheng, why are you being so fierce? What’s all this talk about dying and living? It’s not that serious. Didn’t Boss Zhang fail to find anything?”

“But Fu Ming will eventually go bankrupt and be liquidated! Those accounts can’t be hidden!” Cheng Chuan leaned forward, his eyes behind his glasses cold and vicious. “I’ve already received word that when Zhang Moyun went to Beijing this time, he contacted some foreign audit teams. He got that 90 million and won’t tell anyone what he’s doing with it—clearly planning to abandon Fu Ming and start fresh. Once he catches his breath, he’ll come back to deal with the traitors! I even think he’s already started suspecting us!”

This statement plunged both Liu Ying and Zhang Fengming into silence.

Zhang Fengming suddenly slapped his thigh loudly and said: “Ai, that time with the brake failure, if only his reflexes hadn’t been so quick.”

Liu Ying said: “Do you really want Boss Zhang dead? Actually, he’s always treated us quite well.”

Both men fell quiet for a while. Cheng Chuan slowly said: “What else can we do if he doesn’t die? He hasn’t discovered anything now only because he’s trusted us too much in the past. His temperament—Fengming, you know it well—he’s more ruthless than a wolf. Once he discovers we stabbed him in the back, even if it means mutual destruction, he’ll finish us off.”

Zhang Fengming scratched his hair and said: “Think of another way. Last time we were still soft-hearted, only wanting to give him serious injuries or disable him so he couldn’t handle affairs. Who knew his luck would be so good—just scraped off a few layers of skin. Old Cheng, you’ve got a good brain, think of something.”

Cheng Chuan had clearly come prepared. He said: “I’ve discussed this matter with Yingying. As long as she’s willing to sacrifice a bit of her reputation, we can have Zhang Moyun die in her bed. There were already rumors about them before. Involving a man-woman relationship, plus Fu Ming’s problems are very sensitive with provincial and city leaders right now—as long as we make the evidence thorough, the police will most likely close the case quickly.”

Liu Ying’s expression was bland—impossible to tell if she was willing or unwilling.

Zhang Fengming: “But how would we do it? The police aren’t easy to fool.”

Liu Ying stood up, made hot tea for both men, and said: “How about I suggest something? A few times before, when Boss Zhang got drunk, I was the one who sent him to the Locust Tree Lane villa to rest. That house has always been under the boss’s name, but he doesn’t know it. When drunk, his impression is probably hazy too. How about there?”

Cheng Chuan stared at her: “That house is under his name? You arranged it?”

Liu Ying smiled: “I arranged it.”

Zhang Fengming clicked his tongue twice: “See, women are still the most formidable. The most venomous heart belongs to a woman! You kept a backup plan all along. Liu Ying, are you holding a grudge because Zhang Moyun never looked favorably on you, so you’ve been bleeding Fu Ming dry?”

Liu Ying walked over, kissed him on the mouth, and said coquettishly: “What would I want him for? Having you is enough for me.”

Cheng Chuan snorted with derision. Liu Ying giggled, then walked over to him and plopped down on his lap. The two engaged in passionate kissing while Zhang Fengming just watched with a half-smile, as if already accustomed to it all.

The three discussed more operational details, even including how Liu Ying would use words to provoke and humiliate Zhang Jingchan’s mother Wu Xinhui. As long as she believed her husband had cheated, and with her son Zhang Jingchan already having a poor relationship with his father, by the time the family was destroyed and everyone dead, who would investigate the case deeply?

Li Weiyi’s heart trembled listening to this. It was even harder to imagine what Zhang Jingchan’s state of mind was, hearing these words with his own ears.

Zhang Jingchan was like a statue, completely motionless. At a certain moment, Li Weiyi raised her hand to touch his face, finally feeling some moisture in his hot eye sockets.

Li Weiyi felt her own heart was so stifled she could barely breathe.

After finishing their discussion, the three finally left.

Zhang Jingchan and Li Weiyi emerged from behind the cabinets. Li Weiyi immediately grabbed his hand, looking at his expression and saying: “Don’t feel bad. Coming here today, we’ve really gained every advantage. Their planned time and location are exactly the same—this time they absolutely cannot harm your dad! When we go back, we’ll tell your dad immediately. With his capabilities, he can definitely settle accounts with them! We’ll also tell Ding Chenmo, say we overheard it. Then have Captain Ding lie in wait to catch them, get the evidence—attempted murder is enough to keep them in prison for life!”

Zhang Jingchan’s eyes were still red, eyes soaked through with hatred. Yet his expression was very calm. Looking at Li Weiyi, he slowly pulled a voice recorder from his pocket. The light was on.

Li Weiyi also stared at that voice recorder, then her gaze slowly moved up to meet his eyes.

Li Weiyi threw her arms around his neck, her whole body like a giant octopus hanging on him, shaking him around in wild jubilation.

Zhang Jingchan let her make a mess, gripped the voice recorder tightly, and smiled softly.