The CEO's 100 Billion Bride: The Secret War of the Rich

The appearance of Mr. Huo broke the silence in the basement. Huo Yanshen and Su Wanwan looked at each other and saw complicated emotions in each other's eyes. With full of questions, they followed Mr. Huo out of the basement.

After returning to the Huo family villa, Mr. Huo's words made the two even more confused. But at the moment they did not dare to act rashly and could only hold their ground for the time being.

The next morning, Su Wanwan woke up. Everything that happened last night flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern. She got up quietly, not wanting to wake up Huo Yanshen who was still sleeping soundly.

Coming to the window, the morning light was dim. Su Wanwan stared out the window for a while, and suddenly remembered something - the relics left by her father had not been completely sorted out.

"Maybe there will be some clues in there." Su Wanwan murmured to herself.

She quietly changed her clothes, left a note on the bedside table, and drove to the Su family's old house.

The old house had been sealed for a long time, but Su Wanwan still had the key. Pushing open the dusty door, a musty smell hit her in the face. The once magnificent hall was now in a state of desolation, with a thin layer of dust on the ground.

Su Wanwan's heart suddenly clenched. The scene of bright lights and crowded guests in her memory seemed like a lifetime ago.

She took a deep breath and went straight to the second floor. Her father's study was at the end of the corridor.

The door of the study was locked. Su Wanwan took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole. The key made a harsh "squeak" sound when it turned, as if telling that no one had been here for a long time.

When I opened the door, I saw a messy room. The police had searched the room thoroughly, and the documents in the bookcase were scattered all over the floor, and all the drawers were opened.

Su Wanwan squatted down and began to check the scattered documents bit by bit. Most of them were ordinary business contracts and financial statements, but she still checked every page carefully, fearing that she would miss any details.

Suddenly, her hand stopped. Under a pile of documents, a corner of a dark red notebook was exposed. The notebook looked very old, and the cover was a little faded.

"Strange, why didn't I notice this before?" Su Wanwan frowned. She remembered that she had been here several times and should not have missed it.

Picking up the notebook, she discovered that it was a diary with a combination lock. The lock was very delicately designed and obviously not something that could be bought in an ordinary stationery store.

"Why did Dad lock the notebook so tightly?" Su Wanwan became more and more curious.

She looked at the combination lock carefully. It was a six-digit combination. She tried her father's birthday, no answer. She tried the company's founding date, no answer.

Su Wanwan bit her lip and thought. Suddenly, her eyes lit up - could it be her mother's birthday?

My father has always loved my mother. He even likes to use a fountain pen when signing contracts because it was the first gift my mother gave him.

With the mentality of giving it a try, Su Wanwan entered her mother's birthday.

With a "click", the combination lock opened.

"It's really opened!" Su Wanwan's heartbeat quickened. Her father protected this diary so carefully, there must be some important information in it.

I opened the first page and saw my father's neat handwriting:

“These contents are of great importance and must be handled with great care. If something happens to me one day, I hope that those who read this diary will act wisely.”

Su Wanwan's hands were shaking. Her father wrote these words at the beginning of his diary, and it was obvious that he had sensed the danger.

Continue reading, most of them are scattered records, but the content is unexpected:

“On May 5, I received another suspicious transfer notification. The source of the funds was clear, but the final destination was a mystery. This was the third transfer this month.”

"June 6, today I noticed a project called 'Qinglong'. On the surface it looks like an ordinary real estate development, but the budget and scale are obviously inconsistent. Further investigation is needed."

"On June 6, I spoke to Lao Lin on the phone. He told me that it would be best not to pursue the matter further, saying that it was too complicated. But I had already found some clues and could not give up."

“On July 7, I got some internal documents. If true, this will be a huge case. We must find a safe place to store the evidence.”

......

The further I read, the shorter the records become, and the more solemn the tone becomes:

“On August 8, they may have discovered it. The drawers in the office were moved today.”

“On August 8, I received a warning letter. But I have come this far and there is no turning back.”

"On September 9, I met H. I didn't expect that this would involve..."

The date on the last page was exactly the day before my father committed suicide, and there were only a few key words written on it:

"Huo Family"

"Morning Light"

"The secret that cannot be told"

“It’s too late”

After reading the last page, Su Wanwan felt cold all over.

There is obviously something else behind his father's death. What kind of shocking secret is hidden behind this "Qinglong Project"? Why is the Huo family involved? What role does Chenguang Group play?

Just as Su Wanwan was immersed in her thoughts, a slight sound suddenly came from downstairs.

She froze - how could there be other people in this sealed-off house?

Su Wanwan quickly stuffed the diary into her bag and tiptoed to the door. She looked out through the crack in the door and saw that the corridor was silent.

But she was sure she had heard a sound just now.

Just then, footsteps were heard on the stairs, someone was going upstairs. The footsteps were very light, and it was obvious that the person was also deliberately moving lightly.

Su Wanwan's heart was in her throat. What should she do? A head-on fight would not work. Since the other party dared to break into the empty door, he must have made some preparations.

There is a window in the room, but it's on the second floor and it's too risky to jump out.

The footsteps are getting closer.

At the critical moment, Su Wanwan caught a glimpse of the cabinet next to the desk. That was where her father used to keep his documents. The cabinet was big enough, maybe...

Almost instinctively, she opened the cupboard door, got in, and closed it gently.

Just as the cabinet door closed, the study door was pushed open.