After a wealthy woman went bankrupt, her live-in husband became her sugar daddy.

Chapter 295 The highlight

When I heard that Lao Li had been taken into custody by the police, I was so excited I almost jumped for joy. This was a crucial turning point!

Without much hesitation, I immediately called General Manager Wen. He sounded both surprised and delighted on the other end of the line, but factory work had him completely tied up and he couldn't get away.

"Go first, find out the situation, and contact me anytime!" Mr. Wen spoke quickly, his tone decisive and leaving no room for argument.

I hung up the phone and dashed to my car, flooring the accelerator. The road was packed with cars, like ants carrying grains of sand. I was frantic, honking incessantly and overtaking whenever I could find an opening.

I finally arrived at the police station, and without even catching my breath, I strode towards it.

In the interrogation room, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, clearly indicating an intense internal struggle. We waited outside, the time ticking by, until several hours of interrogation had passed.

Old Li finally relented and confessed a shocking truth.

It turns out that Lao Li's son developed a gambling addiction while studying abroad and incurred huge debts.

When Lao Li was at his wit's end, the devilish figure, General Manager Chen, appeared.

Mr. Chen promised to help him pay off his debts—such an enticing offer! For a desperate father, it was a lifeline.

But there's no such thing as a free lunch. Mr. Chen's condition was that Mr. Li must provide him with the internal business secrets of Mr. Wen's company and carry out some "special missions" when necessary.

The mission was to ruin my jade business, but Old Li couldn't think of any other way. He just wanted to burn all the evidence with a big fire, but he forgot one thing.

“On the day of the fire, Mr. Chen asked me to drive to the vicinity of the factory, saying he needed to confirm some things.” Old Li’s voice trembled violently, like a withered leaf caught in the cold wind in late autumn, full of fear and helplessness. “I had no idea he would set the fire, let alone that he would frame Xiao Liu… I just… just wanted to save my son…” His words were intermittent, filled with endless regret, each word seeming to be squeezed out from the deepest part of his heart.

I sat outside the interrogation room, looking at Old Li's disheveled appearance through the cold glass, and felt a mix of emotions.

At this point, Jiang Yichen also found out and came directly to the police station.

He sat there, his brow furrowed, clutching an investigation report in his hand, his knuckles turning slightly white from the pressure.

"Are you alright?" I asked softly. "Old Li has confessed."

He sneered, slammed the report on the table, his voice filled with suppressed anger: "President Chen... what a clever tactic. Using Old Li's son to force him to comply, and making him a scapegoat. If Old Li hadn't confessed so quickly, I would still be in the dark."

I sighed, sat down opposite him, and felt a pang of pain in my heart as I looked into his gloomy eyes. Mr. Chen, on the surface, seemed so gentle and refined, but behind the scenes, he was so treacherous. I couldn't help but ask, "Has he been watching you for a while now?"

He raised his head, his eyes as cold as ice: "It's more than just targeting him. He's been planning this for a long time. Ever since the new energy project three years ago, he's been looking for an opportunity to get revenge on me. At that dinner party, I mentioned his son's situation. He congratulated me on the surface, but he's been holding a grudge ever since."

I frowned. "In that case, this is the best solution."

He sneered, stood up, walked to the window, his back to me, his voice low but with a hint of determination: "When is President Wen coming? He's scared of your collaboration with President Wen this time. With President Wen's resources and your technology, once the collaboration is successful, his market share will be greatly reduced. He doesn't dare to compete head-on, so he can only resort to these underhanded tactics."

Looking at his tall, straight back, a pang of sadness welled up inside me. He's always been like this, carrying all the pressure on his own shoulders, never showing weakness easily. Last time, I had intended to ask Jiang Yichen why he was working so late without communicating in time, but I didn't expect something like this to happen. I stood up, walked to his side, and softly asked, "What are you planning to do?"

He turned around, his gaze so resolute it sent a shiver down my spine: "Doesn't he like to play dirty tricks? Then I'll play along with him to the very end. I've already had the legal department start compiling all the evidence of his unfair competition over the years, as well as his records of manipulating the market through underground forces. This time, I'm going to make sure he can never recover."

I nodded, already having a plan in mind: "What do you need me to do?"

His eyes softened, and his tone became gentler: "Contact Mr. Wen and tell him that you can compensate for the losses this time. I'll give it to you then, and you can continue to cooperate with Mr. Wen."

This experience made me realize that going it alone is no longer enough. We need closer cooperation.

I took out my phone and dialed Mr. Wen's number. On the other end of the line, Mr. Wen's voice was calm and firm: "How is it now?"

"They've already given instructions over there. Now, regarding our cooperation..."

Then, I said firmly, "President Wen, President Chen's actions are more significant than we imagined. Now that Lao Li has confessed, there must be an even bigger conspiracy behind him. I think we need to readjust our cooperation strategy."

Mr. Wen was silent for a moment, then chuckled softly, "You're right. I've long felt that Mr. Chen is no ordinary person. Since he dared to target us, we don't need to be polite anymore. What's your plan?"

A cold smile curled at the corner of my lips, my voice carrying an undeniable decisiveness: "I've already had his dirt compiled. Next, I'll make sure he's completely stripped of his foothold in the business world. However, this requires your support."

Mr. Wen replied without hesitation, “No problem. We’re in the same boat; his enemy is my enemy. Go ahead and do it; I’ll fully cooperate.”

After hearing the call end, Jiang Yichen shook his head, feeling a pang of sadness. "It's what I should do. But President Wen isn't as simple as he seems. You must be careful from now on."

I nodded and said firmly, "Don't worry, I'm not the same person who just buries myself in work anymore. This incident has taught me that the business world is like a battlefield, and being soft-hearted will only put you at a disadvantage."

Jiang Yichen looked at me and felt a surge of relief.

I've changed; I've become more decisive and mature, but some things haven't changed. For example, my trust in him.

I reached out and gently took his hand, my voice so tender it sent a shiver down his spine: "Some things will never change."

Jiang Yichen chuckled softly, looking down: "Wife, you're really amazing. I never thought you could be completely independent now."

I released his grip, my expression turning serious again: "Yes, this is where the real show begins. Mr. Chen thinks he can control everything, but I'll show him who the real winner of this game is."

The sunlight streaming in through the window seemed to herald a new beginning.