1965: Things Were Getting Topsy-turvy

Things Were Getting Topsy-turvy

3Ding Junchi was arrested and sent to the police station.1

Qian Yikun looked at the man who was badly beaten up and clicked his tongue twice. It was definitely Mo Fei's style.

"Let me go." Someone pushed Ding Junchi down to sit on the stool. He looked at Qian Yikun. "I didn't break into the house. That's my Second Uncle's house."

"Third Young Master Ding, let's not talk about anything else. Let's talk about Wu Biao." As Qian Yikun spoke, he gestured at the two men holding Ding Junchi down to retreat. Then, he got up and sat down at the table in front of Ding Junchi. He threw a folder on the table. "You know where Wu Biao's old nest is, don't you?"

"What are you talking about?" Ding Junchi's expression shifted.

"You wanted to use Ding Junqi's news to threaten your Second Uncle so that he doesn't hand over the power to Mo Fei. Thus, you went to look for Wu Biao and used Lin Xuan to spread scandalous rumors about Ding Junqi. After confirming that Mo Fei is taking over the Ding family business, you went to look for Wu Biao. However, you didn't expect Wu Biao to be afraid of Gu Juexi's involvement in this matter, so he rejected your request. So… you killed him." Qian Yikun placed his hands on the table and looked at the man whose face was covered in so many bloodied marks that nobody could recognize his real face. Ding Junchi trembled.

"You're spouting nonsense," Ding Junchi shouted. "I know you're working with Mo Fei. You're working together to slander me. I don't even know this Wu Biao or Lin Xuan."

"Is that so?" Qian Yikun said as he picked up the document and spun it around in front of him. "Yet, one of the last calls Lin Xuan made was to your number. How do you explain this?" asked Qian Yikun as he straightened up. "Moreover, one week before Wu Biao died, you went to his old nest. After you went there, he returned to B City and was killed shortly after. How do you explain this?"

Ding Junchi was still rational at this point. "I said I didn't do anything. You're slandering me."

Qian Yikun looked at the agitated person and nodded slightly. "Keep an eye on him. Ding Junchi has trespassed private property. He'll be detained temporarily. No one is allowed to bail him out."

"Yes," replied the police officer as he watched Qian Yikun leave. "Behave yourself."

Qian Yikun went out. The vice-captain followed him hastily. "Boss, why did you bring Ding Junchi in? Is he really the murderer?"

"No, he's not." Qian Yikun returned to his office and threw the documents on the table. He glanced at the clock. Mo Fei would only reach the United States at nine o'clock tonight. He still had to wait.

"He's not?" The vice-captain was curious. "Then you—"

"He's not, but that murderer must be related to him. This time, we arrested him for trespassing on private property. This is enough to scare the mastermind behind him." As Qian Yikun spoke, he looked up at the vice-captain. "Go and find out if anyone has visited Ding Junchi recently."

"Alright," the vice-captain said. After their work-related conversation ended, the vice-captain added, "When I came over just now, I heard that Ding Haonan, the chairman of Ding Enterprise, was hospitalized for a heart attack. Nobody knows where Sis-in-law went after arguing with Chairman Ding. Boss, is everything alright in the Ding family?"

Alright?

How could they be alright?

Things were getting topsy-turvy.

"Let Lin Xuan and Ding Junchi meet. You guys watch from the shadows," Qian Yikun related another instruction.

The vice-captain nodded and looked at Qian Yikun, who was packing up his things. "Boss?"

"I'll go to the hospital to take a look." Qian Yikun intended to have a good talk with his future father-in-law. Putting aside the weirdos of the Ding family, it seemed like this future father-in-law of his managed to destroy his worldview too.

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