Chapter 880: Chapter 649: Return of the King (Part 1)
"Oh, right, I remember now, Uncle Rong. What he’s best at is networking, and it just so happens his sixty‑third birthday is coming up, a perfect opportunity to socialize."
"Maybe with that silver tongue of his, Rong Si really might be able to get the Rong Family out of this current crisis!"
"Only thing is... after he pulls you out of the fire, he won’t have the time or energy to bother with you anymore, Wu Rong."
Listening to Yin Shixiu, Wu Rong felt his heart shudder violently.
Rage rushed to his head, blood flooding upward, and for an instant Wu Rong felt dizzy and his vision blurred.
He still had a gunshot wound that hadn’t healed yet, and after what Yin Shixiu and Su Xiaomeng just pulled, Wu Rong spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
Blood sprayed across the table.
Bai Sidong narrowed his eyes and was about to raise his hand to call the officers in. Hospital or not, he still had to be sent over.
It wasn’t that he felt sorry for Wu Rong’s life; it was just that Wu Rong really knew quite a lot. If he died just like this, it would truly be a waste.
But the moment Wu Rong caught Bai Sidong’s movement from the corner of his eye, he hurriedly lifted his hand to stop him,
"No need! Don’t underestimate me!"
"Minister Wu, you’re coughing up blood."
Su Xiaomeng wasn’t as laid‑back as Yin Shixiu. Any chance she had to lay into Wu Rong a few times, make him more miserable, torture him a bit more—she threw herself into it without the slightest reservation!
The hatred crushed in her chest was so heavy that even if Wu Rong were torn apart by five horses, it still wouldn’t be enough to dissolve it.
"It’s really not that I look down on Minister Wu Rong. How many people in this world are as tenacious as you? You finally schemed your way into this position, and before your ass even got warm on the chair, you were dragged down. Now you’ve got iron‑clad evidence piled up like a mountain in front of you and you still refuse to plead guilty..."
"Minister Wu, if I were a reporter, I’d definitely sit down with you for a good long talk and share all the great things you’ve done in this life with everyone."
"How you murdered your own younger brother to climb up, how you used your position to collude with the underworld, how you wore human skin while doing the kind of things only beasts would do..."
"All kinds of, all kinds of... your life really is spectacular."
Wu Rong glared at Su Xiaomeng, eyes so wide they looked like they were about to bleed!
But right after that, the anger stirred up by Su Xiaomeng’s words faded again. Wu Rong wiped the corner of his mouth with his cuffed hand, the corner of his lips tugged in a slight smile, and his gaze fell on Su Xiaomeng,
"I knew it... That day you shot me and said you did it for Yin Shixiu, I wondered—back then it was only me, Shi Shengde, and Yin Shixiu there. How would you know that..."
"So that’s how it is... Yin Shixiu didn’t die."
Yin Shixiu’s eyes sank a shade, his line of sight dropping to the bandaged gauze on Wu Rong’s shoulder.
Su Xiaomeng had fired a shot at Wu Rong...
She hadn’t told him about that.
Yin Shixiu thought to himself that this was probably the part Su Xiaomeng had deliberately kept from him when she told him about Bai Sidong arresting Wu Rong that day.
So...
She had shot Wu Rong.
Su Xiaomeng also knew she had deliberately hidden this from Yin Shixiu, and for a moment she fell silent.
"Meng Meng forgot that the one who shot me that time was Shi Shengde. But Minister Wu taking that bullet was nothing more than he deserved."
Su Xiaomeng froze for a second.
Wu Rong narrowed his eyes,
"Now that I think about it, if that bullet from Su Xiaomeng had killed me, what would things be like... hahaha."
"Stop daydreaming. The women of the Yin Family know exactly where the line is."
Yin Shixiu said.
Standing behind Yin Shixiu, Su Xiaomeng tightened her grip on the wheelchair.
"The line? I think Su Xiaomeng is dying to kill me with her own hands, isn’t she? I nearly sent her beloved husband to the bottom of the sea."
Wu Rong’s lips curled faintly.
Right now he was like a wild dog that had given up struggling, but even baring his teeth he still refused to let the couple in front of him feel at ease.
"Look at how thin you’ve gotten, Yin Shixiu. Even if that explosion didn’t blow you to pieces, these injuries are enough to make you suffer... Your leg, is it broken? Do you still have any hope of standing up again?"
"Wu Rong, whether my leg is broken, whether I’ll ever stand up again—that’s something you won’t live to see."
Yin Shixiu’s tone stayed calm as ever.
"I can tell from Su Xiaomeng’s face... you surviving this time must’ve been scraping by with one life out of ten. Thinking about that, I actually feel a little comforted."
Wu Rong was deliberately trying to provoke... Su Xiaomeng.
Deliberately trying to stir up Yin Shixiu’s emotions...
Standing to the side, Bai Sidong picked up on this.
"Shixiu, this wife you married really does love you. It’s just... if she hadn’t married you, she probably wouldn’t have had to suffer so much, right?"
Wu Rong looked at Su Xiaomeng,
"Su Xiaomeng, you’re still too young. Marrying the man in front of you means your life is doomed never to be peaceful."
