The wealthy family hides their marriage, and the chaebol boss spoils the petite wife

Jun Yucheng pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "I respect your opinion, are you going to my house tonight, or to your own?"

Speaking of this question, Yu Qianqian's face became hot involuntarily, and she said in a low voice: "Can... take me home first? Although I am your wife, please give me some time to get used to this identity."

Jun Yucheng looked down at her with a half-smile, and it took a long time before he said, "That's fine."

He drove Yu Qianqian home. Along the way, the two of them had their own concerns, and they were both very silent, neither of them spoke.

There is an old song by Huang An in the car, "Obviously Knowing Lovesickness is Suffering": ...Before I met you, I was helpless, and after I met you, there was no cure. Immortal Legend"

The car stopped downstairs at Yu Qianqian's house, and Jun Yancheng watched her go upstairs before driving away.

After going back, Yu Qianqian still felt uneasy thinking about Fan Wenxu, so she called Mr. Hu to confirm again, but who knew that the phone was turned off, it was obvious that Mr. Hu deliberately avoided her in order to avoid suspicion.

After lying down, I couldn't fall asleep, thinking about this over and over again in my mind, and I didn't fall asleep until five or six in the morning.

Drowsily asleep, she was awakened by a sudden ringing of the phone, picked up the phone and asked drowsily, "Who is this?"

Yang Qianqian's angry voice came from the phone, she yelled: "Yu Qianqian, where are you now? Get out of here quickly! Fan Wenxu's mother was sitting in the office crying and making noise, it's been a long time, in case Who will be responsible if something goes wrong? You make the trouble yourself and solve it yourself."

Yu Qianqian looked up at the watch hanging on the wall, and found that it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon.

She thought about it intently, since Mr. Hu was hiding and refused to come out, it was probably because the information he provided before was wrong, and now the person who killed him is guilty, and he designed the matter without investigating clearly, so he must be responsible for what he did Take responsibility for what you do.

Her voice was a little hoarse, but also a little firm: "I will rush back to solve this matter right away."

Yang Qianqian's eccentric tone came over the phone, and she said sarcastic words: "It would be great if you could really solve it, after all, you killed someone else's son."

Yu Qianqian hung up the phone, only to see that there was a missed call from Jun Yancheng, so she called and the call was forwarded to the voicemail box.

She sniffled and tried to make her voice calmer and left a message to Jun Yucheng: "Yucheng, I have something to go back to the company to deal with, I'll see you at night."

After putting down the phone, she washed up hastily, and then she went out to drive to the company.

At the entrance of the building, I met the security guard. The security guard looked a little weird and surprised, and said hesitantly, "Miss Yu, why are you back now? Inside...the situation is not very optimistic."

He obviously wanted to remind himself with good intentions, the corner of Yu Qianqian's mouth raised slightly, and said politely: "Thank you."

She pressed the elevator and went straight to the company.

Pushing open the door and going in, she heard a lot of noise inside. Seeing her startled, Wen Xingxing hurriedly pushed her out, and said anxiously: "Miss Qianqian, hurry up, why are you here at this time?" .”

Before Yu Qianqian could answer, Yang Qianqian had sharp eyes and had already seen her. She immediately walked to her side in two steps, pushed Wen Xingxing away, and said to Yu Qianqian with a non-smiling smile: "Qianqian, you It's just in time, my mother has been waiting for you for a long time."

After finishing speaking, she dragged Yu Qianqian to Fan Wenxu's mother.

The old lady sat cross-legged on the floor in the middle of the company, with her back to the door, covering her heart with one hand, and beating the ground vigorously with the other, crying out: "My poor son, you Just leave us orphans and widows and go away, the person who killed you should really kill a thousand knives..."

"Old lady, I've called the person you're looking for. She killed your son. If you have anything to do with her, it has nothing to do with us." At this time, Yang Qianqian quickly pushed the blame away , and add a handful of oil to the fire.

The old lady looked up at Yu Qianqian, immediately stood up swiftly, rushed to her, patted her vigorously and cried: "You evil spirit, you give back my son's life, we were killed by you!" It's so miserable..."

Yu Qianqian was calmer than usual, she sighed, and said to the old lady with some guilt: "Old woman, please don't cry and listen to me, I visited the construction site yesterday, this incident probably really happened to me Mistake, sorry."

The old lady was crying indifferently, but after hearing what she said, her cloudy old eyes suddenly widened: "You admit that you killed my son? Tell me what to do."

Yu Qianqian helped her to sit beside her. Unexpectedly, after Yu Qianqian admitted, she calmed down and stopped crying.

Yu Qianqian also sat down opposite her, and said firmly: "I will call the police immediately, and I will hand this matter over to the judiciary to handle it. Whether I am sentenced to jail or otherwise, I have no complaints or regrets, and I am willing to atone for my crime."

"Call the police?" The old lady jumped up, waved her hands immediately and said, "I don't agree to call the police, my son is dead, it won't help if you go to jail, I'm not a black-hearted person, and I don't want to force you to go to jail. I just want to seek justice for my son, you compensate me 100 million, not a penny less."

Wen Xingxing snorted coldly at the side and said, "I figured it out. The old lady kept asking for justice, but she just wanted money."

Yang Qianqian didn't think so, and sneered, "My son died, so it's reasonable to ask for some money, isn't it?"

Wen Xingxing ignored her, walked up to Yu Qianqian, and whispered to her, "Sister Qianqian, you can give her money if she wants it, and talk to her to see if you can pay less, it's better than going to court You may go to jail. Besides, this matter is not your responsibility, you just provided information, mainly because your friend’s report was inaccurate.”

Yu Qianqian pursed her lips tightly, she was thinking about it.

The old lady became anxious, pointed at her and said, "I'm old, and I have two grandchildren who are not in good health. It's reasonable for you to pay 100 million yuan for killing a person."

Yu Qianqian thought about it, and in the end, she slowly shook her head: "I'm sorry, old lady, I still hope that this matter can be dealt with through fair judicial procedures. I must be responsible for what I did. Otherwise I'll be guilty forever."

"Sister Qianqian, you are stupid, waiting for the court's decision is no joke." Wen Xingxing shook her arm and bit her ear.

"You killed my son, and you still don't want to be responsible, and you refuse to pay. I will fight with you..." When the old lady heard that she said that she refused to pay, she immediately became agitated, stretched out her hands and hit her.

At this time, someone knocked on the door, and the voice was cold and indifferent: "Can I come in?"

It was Junchun City who spoke.