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"It has been found out that the person who planned this attack is... the young master." Jia Qi said solemnly.
"Oh?" Wang Moxiao raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously a little surprised.
"After Yue Shao left the villa, he took Lu Baixue away with him. On the way, he ordered the forces under him to carry out the crime and blamed Li Xiong of the Yan Gang in City B."
"He does have the courage, but his methods are a bit poor." Wang Moxiao was not surprised, angry or sad about his son's patricide. Those who work in their way have a ruthless heart and a ruthless hand. Things like family ties and blood ties are sometimes not as good as the spirit of brotherhood on the road.
It's just that he was a little disappointed with his method of taking advantage of his son. It was too bad and his character was not calm and forbearing enough. Such a hasty move was full of flaws. The only bright spot was to seize the opportunity when there were few people around him today and he was less vigilant. The rest was not half as good as Wang Moxiao.
Could it be that the blood skin is extra brittle because it hasn't gone through the same struggle as raising a poison
Thinking about how many people's blood and bones he had stepped on when he ascended the throne of the Green Gang, he even trampled on the blood of his close relatives under his feet. If he had the temperament and virtue of Wang Zhaoqing, the grass on the grave would have changed countless times.
Of course, this may be related to his indifference. Although he only has such a cheap son, but thinking about the reason for his birth, Wang Moxiao saw Wang Zhaoqing like he saw a fly, and he never raised him personally. Is this what it turned out to be
"Comprehensive announcement: Wang Moxiao and Wang Zhaoqing have terminated their father-son relationship, and frozen the gold card in his hand and all the assets in his name. When you go to see Wang Zhaoqing, ask him to change his biological mother's surname back, and don't let him come to see me. Right. By the way, if he asks, tell him: I have wanted to do this for a long time." Wang Moxiao said lightly. He had no father-son affection for Wang Zhaoqing at all. If Wang Zhaoqing hadn't gone too far this time, he would have done it. Too lazy to pay attention to him.
"Is there anything serious about Yue Yue's injury? How is the matter at his school being handled?" Wang Moxiao no longer paid attention to Wang Zhaoqing. Without his status as the 'Prince of the Qing Gang', Wang Zhaoqing was more concerned. Any kind of revenge must be serious. People he has offended in the past based on his status...
A cold light flashed in Wang Moxiao's eyes.
"It's not a big deal for Yue Shao. The school has already taken care of it. The previous withdrawal from school has become a 'suspended'. Yue Shao can go to school to resume school at any time. I think Yue Shao has received the notice now."
"Okay, I will go to the school to complete the procedures the day after tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone, Cong Sheng rubbed her chin and slightly curled her lips. It seemed that there was no problem with school matters. He would study for a master's degree directly in the second half of the year, and this year's graduation certificate would also be issued for him. On the contrary, his plan to go abroad was temporarily shelved.
He can also get a diploma without having to write a graduation thesis, which is pretty good. And he got back the qualifications that originally belonged to Zhang Yue and went back to the starting point, studying for a master's degree and a Ph.D.
Picking up the tray sent by the servant, Cong Sheng was ready to thank the 'good people' behind the scenes.
"Wang Zhaoqing... um..." Wang Moxiao just opened his mouth when a spoonful of white porridge was stretched out to block his lips.
"You are weak and have just woken up. Eat something first and wait until you feel better." Cong Sheng blew on the scooped up porridge and handed it to Wang Moxiao's lips again.
Wang Moxiao stopped talking, smiling eyes silently looking at Cong Sheng who was feeding him porridge. The tenderness between his brows and eyes dissipated the cold murderous aura and power around him, and his facial features were so handsome that it captured your heart.
Looking at those gleaming eyes, Cong Sheng said, "Are you a mixed race?"
"My grandmother is British and holds the title of earl. My mother is his only daughter." As soon as Wang Moxiao swallowed the last mouthful of porridge, Cong Sheng picked up the handkerchief placed on the tray beside him and pinched a corner of it. Wiped it on Wang Moxiao's thin and sexy lips.
"No wonder your eyes are a little blue, so you still have aristocratic blood." No wonder you can buy a Rolls-Royce Silver Spirit.
Cong Sheng's hand that hadn't been put down was held by Wang Moxiao's uninjured left hand.
After struggling, she found that Wang Moxiao had no intention of letting go, so Cong Sheng let him go and put the handkerchief away with his free hand.
"You are becoming more and more bold now." Cong Sheng glanced at Wang Moxiao and said with a smile.
"Aren't we already in a relationship now? What's wrong with holding your lover's hand? I really want to kiss you, but it's a pity that I can't move easily." Wang Moxiao felt the warmth of another person in his hand, and felt that his heart also warmed up, smiling. Look at Cong Sheng.
"It has only been a day since we met. Don't you think it's too soon? And I just agreed to your pursuit." Cong Sheng raised an eyebrow and found that Wang Moxiao's temperament was actually much more changeable than his. , always shows up in ways you haven't seen before when you think you understand him, such as the scoundrel he is now.
"That's why we are so well matched. Marriage is tied by a thin thread. And you will always accept me. I just moved the time of our relationship earlier. I already dislike love coming so late, so I can only speed up the pace. Yes." Wang Moxiao smiled confidently and wantonly, with the undeniable and domineering look in his eyes clearly evident.
Wang Mo Xiao and Cong Sheng are surprisingly not annoying in this way.
The sun shines brightly outside the window here, and there is warmth in the room. The two of them are tender and affectionate, and things are getting better and better, and everything is developing in a happy direction.
But Wang Zhaoqing on the other side, no, the former "gangster prince" whose surname was no longer Wang but was about to be changed to Luo, was now in a state of embarrassment. His whole body had been shaken to his core by the news. It's like nine thunders striking the top.
"Why? Why? Why did dad do this to me? Cut off the relationship? No, you must have lied to me."
No trace of the high-spiritedness, arrogance and wantonness of the past can be seen on Wang Zhaoqing at this time. His hair was dirty, his clothes were disheveled, there was a bruise on the bridge of his nose, and his face was full of confusion and horror.
Looking at Jia Qi who was looking at him indifferently, Wang Zhaoqing just hoped that all this was not true.
But the bound hands behind him and the indifferent, gloating or mocking eyes of the people around him told him that all this was true. Because no one dared to treat him like this or look at him like this before.
"I didn't want to hurt dad. It was Zhang Yue. Yes, it was Zhang Yue. It was Zhang Yue I wanted to deal with. I didn't expect dad to be in that car. I didn't mean it. Brother Qi, help me tell dad Can you plead for mercy?" Wang Zhaoqing knew what he would face and what he would lose if he lost his status as the heir to the 'Qing Gang'.
Wang Zhaoqing couldn't help but shudder when he thought about the people he couldn't deal with. In the past, he had the status of 'Prince', and there were secret guards and bodyguards around him. Who in country C dared to give him a look of contempt, and who didn't fawn on him tremblingly.
Now everything is gone, his identity is gone, and even the assets under his hands are gone. Wang Zhaoqing is about to collapse as he falls from the clouds to the ground.
"You can take care of yourself." Jia Qi glanced at Wang Zhaoqing for the last time and couldn't help but shake his head in his heart.
Sure enough, he had been raised to waste, and now he was stripped of his clothes and sharp weapons, and instantly changed from a tiger to a cat. It really has no resemblance to the boss at all.
Such a good resource was wasted, but I didn't learn any of the boss's methods and style. Is it really because the maternal genes are too despicable
"I want to see my father, let me see my father, I am his only son, he will not do this to me." Seeing Jia Qi turning around to leave.
Wang Zhaoqing yelled and struggled to walk towards Jia Qi and his party, "I am the only heir of the Qing Gang. My father probably said it out of anger. When his anger subsides, he will meet me. Why don't you untie me now?" If dad finds out that you are doing this to me, you will know the consequences. Jiaqi, hurry up!"
Looking at Wang Zhaoqing, whose face returned to arrogance, Jia Qi was really speechless. With his temper, it won't take long for him to walk out of this door, and his bones will be eaten by the enemy of the boss outside and the people he has offended before. It’s gone.
Is this such a virtue? If you want to control the Qinggang, it’s faster to dream!
Jia Qi stopped. This action made Wang Zhaoqing's face light up. He knew that his father would not treat him like this. He must have deliberately punished him before letting Jia Qi say that.
Before his joy could spread, Wang Zhaoqing was brought back to his original state by Jia Qi's next words.
"The boss asked me to tell you that he has wanted to do this for a long time. Also, your hands are tied with live buckles." After saying that, he ignored the stunned Wang Zhaoqing, glanced at a certain corner, and then didn't look back. 's left.
'What do you mean you've wanted to do this for a long time? Dad, does he really want to break away from me and not want me as his son? How could he? I am his only son. Without me, the Qing Gang will have no heirs. Isn't he afraid that the Qing Gang will have no heirs? Can he bear to watch the Qing Gang decline because there is no heir? '
"Zhaoqing?"
While Wang Zhaoqing was brainstorming, a timid voice came from a corner behind him.
By the way, Xue'er, why did he forget Xue'er? He also has Xue'er!
Wang Zhaoqing thought of Lu Baixue, who was captured with him, and his expression improved again.
Even if there is nothing left, God still loves him. He still has Xue'er. When he and Xue'er have the fruit of love, his father will definitely forgive him. He couldn't bear to see his son living outside, and he certainly couldn't bear to see his grandson suffering outside. Dad will definitely take the whole family of three back when the time comes. Then let him take over the Qinggang, and the father will play with his grandson happily, and the whole family will enjoy family happiness.
"Oh, Cher, my Cher, how are you? Did those rude people hurt you?"
Seeing Wang Zhaoqing help her untie her with a distressed expression, Lu Baixue was also crying. As soon as the rope was loosened, she threw herself into Wang Zhaoqing's arms and buried her face in Wang Zhaoqing's arms.
Lu Baixue, whose face was covered, was full of resentment and anger.