Chapter 343, Behaving like a child (At midnight)

"Confess the dirty deeds you did for Li Shaohui, and I’ll spare Li Jingqi’s life."

The frigid voice resonated from the other side, as Fang Hui listlessly lifted her head, her eyes brimming with despair.

"Back then, Shaohui and I were the real couple, but just because of a suitable match, because her family background was better than mine, Li Shaohui abandoned me to marry her,"

she said distractedly, as if lost in memories, "I couldn’t accept it. For him, I married a man I didn’t love. Li Shaohui told me he only liked me, and that marrying Weng Lan was out of sheer necessity. I loved him, so I believed him."

Hearing this, Weng Lan felt her heart turn to ash, mocking herself with a bitter laugh.

What a line, marrying her was out of sheer necessity.

Li Shaohui, you’re truly ruthless.

"Later, when the old man married Jiang Qian, he was completely obedient to Jiang, and even more biased to the unborn you to the extreme. Once, Shaohui and I overheard the old man planning to leave everything of the Li Family to you, who hadn’t been born yet," Fang Hui lifted her head to look at him, a mocking smile on her lips.

"The old man has so many sons, and yet he was partial to you to the extreme. Tell me, how would others feel in their position?"

"Both Shaohui and I understood clearly that once you were born, with your mother’s powerful family background, everything of the Li Family would sooner or later be yours, so we had to strike first. At that time, your mother had severed ties with her family to marry the old man. She was unguarded against me, and I took advantage of that, slipping slow-acting poison into her fetus-preserving medicine and food. To prevent the secret from being revealed, Shaohui destroyed all the people and evidence involved in the matter."

"Enough, stop talking," Li Shaohui stepped forward to stop Fang Hui but was grabbed by the young man who had just been pushing the wheelchair.

Fang Hui glanced at him, then continued, "We had initially planned to get rid of your mother and then you. We never anticipated that you would be whisked away by your mother’s family upon birth."

The Jiang Family and the Li patriarch protected him too well; afterward, they had no opportunity to act.

As the Li patriarch closed his eyes, veins on his neck and forehead bulged.

Little had he expected that his kindness toward mother and son would become a deadly warrant for their execution.

"Mohan, how you deal with the two of them is up to you. Do as you wish."

He already failed Jiang Qian, he couldn’t fail him too.

"Wei Bei, take them back to country M, throw them into the underground water dungeon," Li Mochan said flatly, his words chilling to the core.

Underground water dungeon?

It didn’t sound like a good place at all; Fang Hui panicked, constantly kowtowing, "No, I don’t want to go there, Mohan, I really realize my mistake, please spare me this once, okay?"

"There’s one more thing I forgot to tell you," Wei Bei reminded.

"Let them see clearly who you are."

Under the gaze of all, the elderly man stood up effortlessly from his wheelchair, pulling off his black cape, revealing not the hunched figure everyone expected. He raised his hand to tear off the skin mask from his face, revealing a stern visage.

"You..." Fang Hui was stunned, they had been played.

Wei Bei let go, grabbed Fang Hui by the arm, and exchanged a glance with the man holding Li Shaohui, leading the captives away.

"Dad, I know I was wrong, save me, save me..." Li Shaohui clung to the table, but before he could finish pleading, the young man delivered a chop to the back of his neck, instantly knocking him unconscious.

The others watched silently, not daring to utter a word.

"Mohan, come with me to the study," the Li patriarch took a deep breath and turned to head upstairs.

Li Mochan stood up, as Li Jingqi and the others shrank to one side, not daring to move forward.

Only when Li Mochan’s figure disappeared in the stairwell did the tension in the living room somewhat ease.

"Mom, what do we do now?" Li Jingxuan asked in a low voice, her eyes slightly red.

With Dad now in the hands of Uncle Five, and the grudge for killing their mother, Uncle Five would surely not let her father off easily. If their father was gone, they would have no support left.

Weng Lan bowed her head, feeling utterly exhausted.

**

In the study, Li Mochan sat opposite the old Mr. Li. Neither father nor son spoke a word.

Unsurprisingly, it was the old Mr. Li who broke the silence first. "When did you find out about this?" he asked.

"Does that matter now?" Li Mochan looked at the photo frame on the desk, his thin lips slightly pursed.

Old Mr. Li choked, then sighed deeply.

He pulled open a drawer and took out a seal, placing it on the table.

"Take it."

Li Mochan glanced at the seal with little interest. "I’m not interested in the Li Family’s possessions."

"I don’t care. You’ve just declared in front of so many people that you want the Li Family’s wealth. You can’t go back on your word. Besides, you’re the only son I have left now," the old Mr. Li pushed the seal toward him, his tone even containing a hint of childish stubbornness.

Now that he only had this son left, who else would take over everything of the Li Family if not him?

"There are also Li Jingjie and the others," Li Mochan responded indifferently.

Old Mr. Li snorted coldly, "You want the Li Family to be ruined sooner rather than later."

Leaving it to Li Jingjie and the others, the Li Family would be doomed sooner or later. He knew Li Mochan was trying to infuriate him.

"Mohan, your mother’s death was my fault. I was useless, I couldn’t see people for who they really were, and I didn’t protect her. I won’t try to justify myself," he said earnestly, "Now, you’re the only son I have left. The Li Family needs you."

Li Mochan looked at him with a profound gaze, speaking slowly, "I can take over everything of the Li Family, but I have a condition."

Excited by the prospect, old Mr. Li’s eyes lit up. "Go on," he urged.

"Give them, Li Jingjie and the others, their share of the wealth, and let them leave the capital," Li Mochan said bluntly.

If they were sensible, they would take the money and live a quiet life; otherwise, they couldn’t blame him for being ruthless.

Old Mr. Li was taken aback. "Is that all?" he asked.

Li Mochan’s lips pursed slightly as he gave a faint affirming hum.

"Fine, I agree," old Mr. Li agreed without hesitation.

Now with things as they were, keeping Li Jingjie and the others here wasn’t a good thing either.

Li Mochan reached for the seal and stood up, ready to leave.

"I’ll be going now."

"Could you find the time to come back and stay for a few days?" old Mr. Li called out to him, his expression bearing a trace of desolation.

Li Mochan paused in his tracks, and ultimately, left without saying a word.

Old Mr. Li withdrew his gaze and picked up the photo frame on the desk. He looked at the woman snuggled up to him in the picture, his eyes misting over with emotion.

Qian, I’m sorry.

...

On the endlessly flowing highway, a black Maybach weaved through traffic.

"Master, what should we do next?" Wei Xi, gripping the steering wheel, glanced up at the rearview mirror. The person in the back seat was resting with his eyes closed.

"Acquire the Li Group as quickly as possible. The matters regarding the Group’s branch offices settling in the capital should be finalized in the next few days. We’ll hold a press conference when I return," Li Mochan opened his eyes and spoke with a cool voice drifting from his lips.