Chapter 117: Killing to Intimidate

In the spacious white nanny van, Duan Xiuqi was closing his eyes for a light nap, while Tong Yunrou kept glancing out the window, urging, “Drive faster.”

The agent in the front turned his head with a smile, “Miss Tong, don’t worry. The old man has always prioritized Xiuqi’s career. Today was actually a meeting with President Qi Mo.”

The old master of the Duan Family had always been open-minded. As long as it wasn’t a major event like a birthday banquet or family reunion, his attendance at other banquets was optional. Today, Duan Xiuqi had an appointment to meet President Qi Mo.

But who knew what was wrong with this president; he showed no intention of changing his mind about canceling the endorsement deal, and continued to engage them in a leisurely conversation about antiques and tea.

Tong Yunrou wanted to return to the banquet not because she enjoyed such events, but because it was held to celebrate the old man’s recovery!

Duan Xiuqi could miss it due to work, but she, as his future daughter-in-law, must attend and establish a good impression in front of the old man.

So she took the initiative to part ways with Qi Mo and dragged Duan Xiuqi towards the banquet…

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Inside the banquet, chaos had already erupted. Xu Xingchen was yelling, “Turn off the video quickly!”

The backstage staff, sweating bullets, frantically moved the mouse only to find it unresponsive, and in desperation, pulled the power cord.

It was baffling!

The video was still playing on loop!

Bai Chuwei propped up her long legs and leaned against the armrest, looking at the mess outside with a smile, her eyes showing a relaxed and carefree control over everything.

Duan Xiuhao’s face was beet-red with urgency as he shouted, “Why isn’t it off yet?”

A stern voice suddenly rang out, “Xu Xingchen’s mother, Xu Li, hired someone to kill Duan Xingye?”

Duan Feihan’s eyes were icy cold, standing in the center of the hall like a towering mountain, his formidable aura spreading wildly all around.

The old master was so enraged that his blood pressure skyrocketed, his rough palm tightly holding Duan Xingye’s hand, and with his other trembling finger, he pointed at Duan Xiuhao and Xu Xingchen, “You, you… ”

Duan Xiuhao, pointed at by his own father like that, was nearly scared to piss himself, and instinctively cried out, “Dad, they say even a tiger doesn’t eat its cubs, how could I possibly harm Xingye? He’s my own flesh and blood!”

Xu Xingchen’s legs nearly gave out from fear. Wasn’t his own father shifting all the blame onto him?

Seeing everyone looking towards Xu Xingchen, Duan Xiuhao hastily defended, “Dad… this has nothing to do with Xingchen, right? This is Xu Li’s interrogation video. He’s your grandson too!”

In a corner, Bai Chuwei lightly chuckled and commented, “Duan Xiuhao seems to care quite a bit for Xu Xingchen.”

Interesting.

Unfortunately for him, since she had decided to appear at the banquet, she was going to shatter all hopes of Xu Xingchen joining the Duan Family!

Let it be chaos, a complete mess.

Yes, that’s the fondness of the old ancestor—loving to watch the excitement and not minding if things get bigger.

Bai Chuwei switched to another leaning position, her bright nails gently scraping against her fair chin as she began to speak lightly—

“Xu Xingchen, are you sure you know nothing about your mother hiring someone to harm Duan Xingye?”

In the banquet hall, out of nowhere, a woman’s voice rang out, light and smiling, and it shocked the entire room!

Xu Xingchen turned deathly pale, his sweaty palms clenched tightly around his trouser legs, his heart seemingly ready to leap out of his chest.

He… he knew!

From Bai Chuwei’s words during her visit to his home, his mother’s behavior, and the subsequent incident of Duan Xingye’s fall, he had guessed what was going on.

Xu Xingchen didn’t know whether to lie or not, but surely all of his current expressions were being recorded.

The moment Uncle Duan Feihan brought in a micro-expression expert, he could immediately be exposed for lying. If he lied, he might find himself in even more difficulty, but to admit it in front of a public gathering would mean being despised by everyone in Haicheng, and the persona he had built at school would collapse instantly.

A heart-destroying blow!

The smiling woman’s voice rose again, each word ringing like a bell, “Answer—me.”

The nanny van stopped a few dozen meters away from the banquet. Duan Xiuqi got out of the car and looked steadily at the banquet’s lights. All of a sudden, he seemed to hear a familiar voice.