After getting the marriage certificate, she was spoiled by her rich husband

88th floor of Leng Group Building.

Special Assistant Liu looked stern, and hurried towards the president's office with He Haibo, who was also angry.

Once inside.

I saw a man with a straight posture sitting behind the huge ebony desk.

The man was dressed in a black suit, looking noble and cold as ice, like a king on the throne.

He exudes a chilling aura that makes people feel daunted and afraid to approach him.

Special Assistant Liu and He Haibo gritted their teeth and slowly approached.

He Haibo's steps were unsteady, and he seemed a little heavy and hesitant, with fear and anger in his eyes.

"President, He Haibo is here." Special Assistant Liu said respectfully to Leng Xiaochen.

Leng Xiaochen frowned slightly, the coldness on his face became even more intense, and he said coldly: "Okay, you go out first."

"Yes." Special Assistant Liu responded.

Then he quickly turned and left, closing the door gently.

Leng Xiaochen put down the pen in his hand, slowly raised his head, and stared at He Haibo with his cold eyes like a hawk: "Is there something wrong?"

When He Haibo met his eyes, his heart trembled suddenly and he involuntarily took a small step back.

After he came to his senses, He Haibo regained his anger.

He stepped forward and loudly questioned Leng Xiaochen, "Leng Xiaochen, why did you set me up? I have already found out that it was you who instructed Mr. Fang to deceive me, saying that the two technologies had prospects and asked me to do experiments in the company. I was really blind and thought I had a chance. It turned out that it was all your conspiracy."

After saying that, his face turned red, and his bloodshot eyes glared at Leng Xiaochen fiercely.

Leng Xiaochen didn't care, he leaned back in his chair leisurely, a sneer of disdain on his lips.

And he clapped his hands slowly: "Not bad, you found it so quickly."

It turned out that Leng Xiaochen knew He Haibo's ambition and greed, and had conspired with President Fang to set up a trap early on.

At an industry exchange meeting, Mr. Fang deliberately approached He Haibo, showed great interest in the two technologies, and painted a bright future for them.

He also emphasized that he would first conduct a trial in Leng’s Group before being willing to invest in He Haibo’s personal company.

He Haibo was dazzled by the huge profits, ignored the potential risks, and, relying on luck, wrote the technology into plans in areas he was not very good at.

Eventually, he fell into the trap carefully set by Leng Xiaochen.

"Leng Xiaochen, no matter what, I am your father's good brother. Back then, your father and I saved the company from danger together. You treat me like this now, you are simply ungrateful."

Hearing the mocking applause, He Haibo's anger instantly escalated. He unconsciously clenched his hands into fists and cursed loudly.

Leng Xiaochen slowly stood up from the chair, his tall and straight figure carrying an invisible sense of oppression.

He put his hands in his pockets and walked towards He Haibo step by step: "I am ungrateful? If it weren't for your contribution to the company, do you think you can still stand here and talk to me now?"

"Why are you suddenly doing this to me? Didn't you let me off for all the things I did before? Why are you suddenly setting me up to get rid of me?" He Haibo widened his eyes and shouted in anger and confusion.

For a long time, he had indeed taken a lot of benefits in the company and bullied many employees.

But Leng Xiaochen never cared about these things.

Neither investigation nor punishment.

But now they suddenly want to drive him away and even set up an elaborate plan.

This made him rack his brains but he couldn't figure it out.

Which link went wrong?

How did he offend Leng Xiaochen?

"Why? You still have the nerve to ask why?"

As he spoke, Leng Xiaochen suddenly stretched out his hand, tightly grasped He Haibo's neck, and pressed him against the wall: "You are so stupid that you dare to hurt the most important person to me."

He Haibo was frightened out of his wits by this sudden attack. His face turned pale instantly and he stared at Leng Xiaochen with wide eyes.

Looking at He Haibo's ugly face, Leng Xiaochen's anger grew stronger.

He couldn't help but increase the strength of his hand around He Haibo's neck.

He Haibo's face turned red instantly and breathing became more difficult.

He didn't dare raise his hands, they just hung limply.

Leng Xiaochen had no intention of letting go, and the blue veins on his hands became more and more prominent.

The cold and sharp eyes glared at He Haibo fiercely.

"I didn't, I really didn't, you...have to believe me..."

He Haibo felt the pressure on his neck getting tighter and tighter. He shook his head desperately in fear and spoke vaguely.

At this moment, his hair was disheveled and his eyes were full of fear and despair.

Seeing He Haibo's miserable and red-faced appearance, Leng Xiaochen's anger subsided a little.

He snorted and let go of his hand in disgust.

He Haibo gasped for breath as if he had been granted amnesty.

His body slowly slid down the wall and he collapsed onto the ground.

Leng Xiaochen's face was as gloomy as water, and he glanced at his red right hand.

He pulled a clean handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped his right hand vigorously.

Then, he threw the handkerchief directly into the trash can next to him.

He Haibo was still gasping for breath at this time, his heart filled with fear and astonishment.

He looked confused and had no idea what had just happened.

Was Leng Xiaochen pinching him just now?

And the look in Leng Xiaochen's eyes just now seemed as if he wanted to strangle him to death.

What the hell happened?

What on earth did he do to offend Leng Xiaochen?

Leng Xiaochen glanced coldly at He Haibo who was slumped on the ground.

Then he strode to the desk, reached out to open the drawer, and grabbed a few newspapers from it.

He picked up the tablet and walked quickly towards He Haibo.

Looking at the man who exuded a strong sense of oppression walking towards him.

He Haibo's eyes were filled with panic and fear, and his body involuntarily shrank against the wall.

Leng Xiaochen walked up to him, threw a large stack of newspapers and a tablet at He Haibo, and shouted angrily: "Open your dog eyes and take a good look. These are all your masterpieces."

He Haibo hurriedly picked up the newspaper and tablet, his fingers shaking so much that he could hardly hold on to anything.

See the eye-catching headlines in newspapers and online posts.

"The "wrong rescue" six years ago: Medical expert Su Qianman saved the rapist, causing an innocent girl to commit suicide in prison"

"Su Qianman's medical skills "sin": saving the rapist but letting the victim commit suicide in prison"

The Tragedy Six Years Ago: The Injustice and Despair Caused by Su Qianman's Act of Saving People

Su Qianman's First Aid: Saving the Evil and Destroying the Innocent

"Medical master Su Qianman's "mistaken rescue": Who is responsible for the girl's wronged soul?"

Seeing this, He Haibo's eyes widened instantly, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and his legs began to go weak.

He was in a panic, and he struggled to stand up, and said in a trembling voice: "Xiao Chen, you don't think that these reports and posts that are not good for the young lady have anything to do with me, do you? I didn't, it really wasn't me, how could I do such a thing?"

"Not you? I've already investigated, and the source IDs of these reporting posts were all found in your home."

Leng Xiaochen said, squeezing He Haibo's shoulders tightly, staring at him with cold eyes like a bird of prey: "He Haibo, you dare to mess with my woman?"