HPDBC Chapter 71 Finding Evidence
Chapter 71 Finding Evidence
Grandma Qin quickly made a phone call and didn't mention who she called. Zhouzhou didn't ask either. Soon, they all headed towards Mingyuan.
When they arrived at the company's entrance, Zhouzhou discreetly opened a slit in the Soul-Nurturing Talisman for Lu Xiang to take a look inside.
Tall buildings, a prominent logo that shone brightly, and a sleek, high-tech appearance—it was exactly like what Lu Xiang had imagined the company to be. As he looked at it, his eyes turned slightly red.
This should have been his.
Thinking about this, the resentment in him grew stronger.
Zhouzhou comfortingly touched a few strands of hair on his head and said, "Don't worry, what's meant to be yours will be yours."
"Okay!" Being comforted by a child, Lu Xiang blushed and wiped his eyes in embarrassment. Then, he became determined. He wouldn't let Yang Pengcheng get away with it!
After soothing him, Zhouzhou looked up at Sun Xin.
Understanding her intention, Sun Xin walked up to the receptionist and said, "Hello, I'm here to deliver a painting to Mr. Yang."
The receptionist saw the painting in his hand and didn't suspect anything. It happened that Yang Pengcheng had previously ordered a painting from her, so the receptionist called Yang Pengcheng and allowed Sun Xin to enter. However, upon seeing the group of people behind him, she stopped them and asked, "And who are these people?"
Grandpa Qin glanced at her and calmly said, "I am Qin Qiankun."
The former chairman of the Qin Coporation!
The receptionist was startled and immediately lowered her head, respectfully saying, "Please, CEO Qin."
Saying that, she took the initiative to guide him into the elevator, pressed the floor button for him, and brought him to the meeting room on the upper floor. She apologized, "Mr. Yang is still in a meeting. Please wait a moment, I will have him come to see you as soon as the meeting is over."
"Okay." Grandpa Qin casually nodded, showing no expression on his face, making it difficult for others to gauge his thoughts. The receptionist had no choice but to leave after serving tea.
At this moment, Zhouzhou's bag moved discreetly. Lu Xiang whispered, "Little Heaven Master, can I go in first and scare him?"
"You can," Zhouzhou didn't stop him, "but remember, you must not harm him. Otherwise, your own soul will be scattered."
"Okay, I got it."@@@@
Seeing that he was relatively stable, Zhouzhou released him.
The room was tidied up every day by a secretary, everything neat and organized. Lu Xiang made a disgusted sound under his breath, full of contempt.
There was even a photo of him on the desk. Lu Xiang curled his lips in displeasure and disdainfully tossed it to the ground, causing the frame to shatter with a sound. Only then did he feel relieved.
About to leave, he suddenly noticed something peeking out from under the photo. His footsteps paused, and curiously, he picked it up.
It was something that looked like a medicine packet, thin, with some powdered substance inside. He sniffed it under his nose and recognized the familiar scent. Then, he looked at the photo again. It was hidden so discreetly; there must be something fishy about it.
Thinking so, he wrapped the medicine packet and kept it.
In the reception room, Zhouzhou swung her little short legs leisurely. On the left, she ate fruits fed by Grandma Qin, and on the right, she drank water poured by Grandpa Qin. Life was so comfortable.
When Lu Xiang entered, Zhouzhou opened her bag and let him in.
But Lu Xiang whispered something in her ear and handed her something before entering.
Zhouzhou held the thing he handed over and took a sniff. Her expression also turned solemn.
It was indeed him!
Coincidentally, Yang Pengcheng walked in at this moment. Seeing Zhouzhou sitting next to Grandma and Grandpa Qin like a star among the crowd, his eyes flickered with curiosity. He glanced at Zhouzhou and then shifted his gaze to Grandpa Qin. A smile immediately appeared on his face as he approached eagerly, saying, "CEO Qin, why have you come?"
Grandpa Qin glanced at him and then focused his gaze back on Zhouzhou. He used a tissue to wipe the corner of her mouth.
Yang Pengcheng's hand was left hanging in the air, feeling quite awkward.
He awkwardly retracted his hand, and with a sinking feeling in his heart from observing Yang Pengcheng's attitude, it seemed he wasn't here to invest in Mingyuan. Then, why was he here? He remembered that he had no connection with the Qin family.
Seeing the situation, Sun Xin spoke up, "Mr. Yang, here. CEO Qin and his family are just accompanying me. I came to deliver a painting to you."
Seeing him, Yang Pengcheng's smile visibly diminished. But because Grandpa Qin was present, he didn't dare to be too cold. He spoke in a flat tone, "Oh, it's Mr. Sun. I heard you brought a painting for me. Let me see."
Sun Xin handed the painting to him with a meaningful look and said, "Mr. Yang will definitely like it."
"Is that so?" Yang Pengcheng's enthusiasm waned. After he opened the wrapping paper on top, he saw the content inside, and his face instantly changed.
"What does this mean, Mr. Sun?"
Inside the painting was actually a black and white portrait of him, conveying a heavy sense of grief. It was clearly a memorial portrait!