Chapter 95: You really want to go up against your own uncle? Isn

Ning Hai, cigar in mouth, rushed out of the study, through the living room, without even changing clothes, about to leave.

"The nanny already prepared the meals; where are you still going?" Ning Hai's wife asked.

Ning Yao pouted, "Dad, you either have no time to come home these days, or when you do you're stuck in the study handling work. After finally agreeing to have dinner with me and Mom, you're going out again?"

Ning Hai smiled, "Wife, daughter, sorry, sorry—I owe you this. Tonight I really have to go."

He reached the door, then turned back to hug his wife, beaming, "Honey, I'll get you a new car later."

"Me too!" Ning Yao shouted.

"No problem!" Ning Hai agreed instantly, "Both of you will get new cars!"

"Honey, can't you go after eating?"

"No, no, I'm afraid I'll miss it."

"Then I'll wait with our daughter for you to come back and eat."

"You eat, don't wait for me."

"Dad, take care."

Ning Yao and her mother saw Ning Hai out the door together.

Not long after, a chauffeur drove a Rolls-Royce over to pick him up.

Watching Ning Hai's back as he prepared to get in the car, his wife suddenly called out, "Husband..."

Ning Hai turned back, "What's wrong?"

His wife herself wasn't sure why she suddenly felt uneasy.

But thinking that her husband had been unhappy for a long time because the investment from the Lu Family hadn't come through, and to avoid affecting his mood, she forced a smile and reminded him, "Stay safe, honey."

"Yeah, I know. You go back inside." Ning Hai got into the car laughing.

Sitting in the back seat, his secretary reported that, following his instructions, she had contacted regional police officials and sent notices to several well-known media outlets, telling reporters that something big was happening at a certain factory.

Of course, the secretary still didn't know exactly what was going on.

After hearing that, Ning Hai's face broke into an unstoppable grin; he immediately had the driver turn on the sound system and play a soaring symphony, switched on the car's dazzling starlight roof lights, and asked his secretary to pour him a glass of champagne.

The secretary was stunned.

The boss had never done this before when riding in this car.

Not to mention drinking with the ambient lights on—he didn't even listen to music.

It seems something truly joyful must have happened for the boss to be this happy.

The car was driving along when it suddenly stopped.

Ning Hai frowned, "What's wrong?"

"Boss, it's a red light," the driver replied.

Ning Hai lifted his chin, "Ignore it—run the light, forget the speed limit, floor the accelerator!"

The driver took a deep breath, gripped the wheel, "Yes, boss!"

With the driver speeding all the way, they left the downtown area in under twenty minutes.

Then they traveled a few minutes along an expressway stretch.

Not long after exiting the expressway, the driver saw a woman waving by the roadside, apparently looking for a ride.

Since they were already near the suburbs, the driver asked Ning Hai whether they should stop to see what was up with her.

Ning Hai didn't even think, "Don't bother—don't delay my business."

"All right, boss," the driver said and kept driving.

As the car passed the woman, Ning Hai turned his head and couldn't help glancing twice.

The woman stood beside a red supercar, with short hair, a thin face, about forty, but dressed stylishly, sharp and pretty, her bearing especially distinctive, making Ning Hai's heart skip a few beats for no reason.

He hadn't felt that instant attraction in a very long time.

If it weren't for the urgent matter, he would have liked to stop and see if she needed help, then get to know her.

After a brief look through the window, the Rolls-Royce drove past her.

"Looks like I won't get a ride after all..." Shangguan Ying lowered her arm, gave a wry smile, and glanced back at the supercar beside her.

This thing had been fast coming straight from the airport on the expressway.

But because the chassis is too low, the road after the expressway is rough; as she neared the factory, a bumpy, uneven stretch smashed the undercarriage.

She had just gotten out when she happened to see a Rolls-Royce drive by.

She waved half‑heartedly, but they completely ignored her.

It seemed the only option was to have the nearby military send a vehicle.

Shangguan Ying pulled out her phone to make a call.

At that moment, a business minivan passed by and stopped in front of her.

"Hello, do you need help?" someone called out from the window.

Shangguan Ying glanced in and saw the vehicle filled with various filming equipment, bearing news media markings.

"You're reporters, right? I need to get to a nearby factory," Shangguan Ying said, "but my car just broke down—if it's convenient, could you give me a lift?"

Seeing she wasn't from the press and that there was only one factory nearby, they let her aboard.

"May I ask your name?" the news reporter in the vehicle asked.

"Just call me Shangguan," Shangguan Ying replied with a smile.

The reporter then asked, "Are you from that factory?"

Shangguan Ying didn't answer right away, instead countering, "Are you going there to do an interview?"

The reporters exchanged glances, then laughed, "Sorry, internal work isn't something we can disclose."

In fact, they didn't know what was happening either; their leader had suddenly issued an order sending them over to check things out, and supposedly many news outlets had dispatched people here.

As the reporter was trying to see if they could get some leads from Shangguan Ying's mouth beforehand, thirty-odd police cars sped past their minivan.

With lights flashing, they sped all the way.

The reporter and his colleagues were greatly energized.

So many police have come?

From this show of force, it's clear it's a big deal—big news!

"Hurry, keep up!" the reporter urged.

The driver pressed the accelerator, speeding up to follow behind the police convoy.

Ten or so minutes later.

The police convoy arrived at the factory, Shangguan Ying's minivan also arrived, and shortly after, another dozen or so vehicles came one after another, all reporter teams dispatched by various news media.

The police did not want reporters to interfere with the investigation and originally intended to block them outside the factory gate.

But there were simply too many people, crowding in group after group.

The police also had no time to argue with this bunch of silver-tongued opinion-shapers, so they simply set up a police line outside the scene factory, telling them they could film nearby but must not go any further.

Upon seeing the commotion, Zheng Houcheng was completely dazed.

He hurriedly asked the other senior executives nearby what was going on, why police and reporters had come.

All the factory's senior executives were dazed.

They had also been waiting for news from the security team that had gone in earlier; nobody had called the police, let alone summoned reporters.

Moreover, they had issued orders level by level, confiscating phones one by one, to ensure that employees who ran to the factory vicinity to gawk would not leak information.

So there was only one possibility: someone inside the incident factory had called the police and contacted the reporters.

"Factory director, the police are looking for you!"

"Factory director! The reporters want to interview you!"

"Factory director..."

Zheng Houcheng felt a headache coming on, immediately instructed the senior executives to handle the reporters, absolutely not to speak recklessly, then dodged the swarming reporters and hurried toward the police car.

Now the factory was livelier than a team-building gathering.

Shangguan Ying stood among the bustling crowd of onlookers, quietly observing the situation, after all, up to now she still did not know exactly what had happened.

Just now she tried calling Ning Jinli's phone, but could not get through.

Before clarifying the situation, she also could not directly summon the military personnel she had previously greeted, so for now she could only hold her position.

Not long after, people from the incident factory were brought out one by one by police officers.

A group of reporters, failing to get any useful information from the factory senior executives and onlookers, swarmed forward with their equipment, knocking down the police tape.

"Don't come over! Don't shoot randomly!" a police officer shouted immediately.

But the next second, a captain-level police officer whispered something to him.

The officers trying to stop the reporters looked surprised, then resignedly nodded, and thereafter did not intervene, letting the reporters swarm around the people brought out by police and snap away wildly.

Seeing this scene in the crowd, Shangguan Ying couldn't help but frown slightly.

Logically, the police should have blocked reporters outside the factory gate from the start; failing that, one could blame insufficient manpower or the suddenness of the event.

But the current situation clearly violates protocol.

Yet the police tacitly allowed it.

It's very strange.

And even stranger things are yet to come.

After the people from the incident factory were brought out, police officers also brought out a corpse on a stretcher in front of everyone.

Although covered with a white cloth, blood had soaked large patches, and a bloody arm dangled outside.

Clearly a person who died from severe trauma.

This scene instantly provoked exclamations and clamor.

The reporters' cameras all pointed at it.

The police officers seemed still unwilling to stop the filming, even stopping at the factory door, as if deliberately letting the reporters film freely.

This outrageous operation made Shangguan Ying's brows knot up.

There's a problem, absolutely a problem!

At that moment, her pupils constricted sharply, for she saw Ning Jinli in handcuffs, being escorted out by police right behind the stretcher.

A life was lost in the factory...

The only one handcuffed was Ning Jinli...

Shangguan Ying fell into thought, could it be—she killed someone?

So, following that order from years ago, I had to rush here tonight precisely to settle the case for her?

No...

Perhaps settling tonight's case is why that order appeared, but given my knowledge of her, she could never have killed anyone.

Combining all the problematic situations observed...

There are serious problems here.

But it's fine; I will definitely get to the bottom of it and protect Ning Jinli well.

Meanwhile, in the crowd, the factory's core senior executives led by Zheng Houcheng were all stunned.

Ordinary workers and even most factory leaders did not know Ning Jinli, but they did.

How did their boss, who hadn't shown up in a long time, come out of the factory?

And why was he handcuffed?!

What's the deal with the corpse on the stretcher?!

Their brains were about to explode from thinking, yet they still couldn't figure it out.

"Huh? Why are you here too?" a middle-aged man's voice suddenly sounded behind Shangguan Ying.

Shangguan Ying turned around and instantly recognized the person as Ning Jinli's paternal uncle—Ning Hai.

But Ning Hai didn't know her, nor did he know she knew him; with a smile he said, "You flagged down my car by the road earlier, but I had an urgent matter and didn't stop—sorry. If I'd known you were also coming here, I would have given you a ride."

Shangguan Ying narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at him with deep meaning.

"May I ask your surname?" Ning Hai asked again, "What brings you here? I don't think I've seen you before in Xinghan City."

Ning Hai tried hard to make his demeanor more gentlemanly.

He had seen countless beauties in his life, and even his wife was considered a great beauty back in Xinghan City.

But the woman he met tonight was not only beautiful; she also had a uniquely aloof and proud aura, altogether outshining his wife by leaps and bounds.

Just a glance through the car window earlier had left him unable to forget her.

Now, meeting again up close, he discovered that she stirred his heart even more.

This made him feel as if he had returned to his youth.

"My car broke down, so I hitched a ride, and I didn't expect it to be a press vehicle—I just came along the whole way," Shangguan Ying replied lightly without giving her name, "Besides, I'm not a local."

Not having asked for her name, Ning Hai laughed embarrassedly.

Shangguan Ying curled the corner of her mouth, "And you? What brings you here?"

"I'm Ning Hai," Ning Hai said as she initiated conversation, immediately adding, "To be frank, this factory belongs to my niece; hearing that something happened here, I rushed over."

Shangguan Ying was well aware of the Ning Family's situation, and also knew about the grudge between Ning Hai and Ning Jinli.

Thus, Ning Hai's appearance quickly aroused her suspicion.

"You care about her that much?" Shangguan Ying asked deliberately.

Ning Hai instinctively showed a disdainful expression, "There's nothing to worry about—she brought it on herself, insisting on opposing me, her uncle, and now she's doomed."

Shangguan Ying raised an eyebrow, "Oh? From your tone, it seems you……"

Ning Hai realized he had let slip a bit, quickly covering: "Whatever happens to her is none of my business; I'm just here to see her make a fool of herself."

"You really are a great uncle," Shangguan Ying said with a half-smile.

Ning Hai said solemnly, "I don't mind if you laugh at me. To be frank, I've always treated her as my niece, but she treats me as an outsider; between us it's hard to put into words—in short… she's not a decent person."

A flicker of coldness flashed in Shangguan Ying's eyes, but she kept a restrained smile and asked skeptically, "The police haven't even given details yet—how can you be so sure she's doomed?"

In front of the woman who had instantly caught his heart, Ning Hai felt as if he'd turned back the clock a dozen years, the youthful urge to show off his abilities resurfacing, and he boasted, "I still have some connections locally; the senior officials in the police precinct are my friends, so I know some inside information."

"You're that impressive?" Shangguan Ying replied with an admiring expression, "So, what exactly happened?"

Shangguan Ying's reaction made Ning Hai feel a bit light-headed, and he blurted out, "It's actually a murder case—you didn't see? The body was just brought out, the killer already apprehended on the spot, and the person in handcuffs is my niece, Ning Jinli."

Shangguan Ying continued probing, "Judging by the situation, the case must have just happened; the police haven't even interrogated yet—how can they already conclude she's the killer?"