As she spoke, Yu Miaomiao was already twisting her body, extremely charming.
She knew in her heart that, to put it bluntly, she was just a high-end plaything and had little weight in Fan Tingwei's mind. If that was the case, she might as well put everything aside and focus on money.
Fan Tingwei was extremely excited as he watched this originally dignified wife gradually become despicable in front of him.
He had a cigar in his mouth, laughed and cursed, and began to unbuckle his belt.
Just when Fan Tingwei was having fun, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.
The violent sound of the door opening drowned out the music, causing the disheveled women inside to scream.
Fan Tingwei was very annoyed that his good deeds were interrupted. He raised his head from Yu Miaomiao's chest and cursed angrily:
"Which blind person dares to come and cause trouble in my place?"
"Come in and seek death!"
A tall figure walked in from outside.
The light illuminated his expressionless face.
The visitor turned out to be Hu Nangui from Yinhu Hall.
Fan Tingwei was surprised:
"Uncle Hu, why are you here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Hu Nangui turn sideways slightly and let out the person behind him.
It was none other than the head of the Fan family, his father Fan Chengli.
At this time, Fan Chengli had cold eyes, a gloomy face, and the drooped corners of his mouth, allowing everyone who saw him to accurately feel his current mood - anger, uncontrollable anger.
As his own son, Fan Tingwei certainly knew Fan Chengli better than anyone else. He shivered instinctively and quickly waved Yu Miaomiao and the female models to leave.
After all the irrelevant people had left, Hu Nangui closed the door without saying a word.
Fan Chengli stared at Fan Tingwei and walked to his son step by step:
"Kneel down!"
Fan Tingwei glanced at Hu Nangui awkwardly and asked with a dry smile:
"Dad, what happened? You are so angry."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped on the face.
Fan Chengli cursed angrily:
"A mudslide occurred in Xiushan Village, burying more than 20 workers from Jiang Dajun's engineering team. What are you asking me about?"
"You are still in the mood to hold an unobstructed conference here, Fan Tingwei, Fan Tingwei, you have such a big heart! You are so bold!"
A mudslide occurred in Xiushan Village?
Fan Tingwei looked at his father in disbelief:
"This is impossible! Where did you get the false news?"
Hu Nangui, who was next to him, stepped forward and silently handed his mobile phone to Fan Tingwei.
What was playing on the mobile phone was an urgent news - the construction team of Xiushan Village in Mingyue County secretly pushed the cemetery on a rainy day, causing a landslide and burying more than 20 people!
"Plop" sound.
Fan Tingwei was like a thunderbolt, he took three steps back and fell to the ground.
At this moment, the No. 1 dude in Bailong City looked pale and bloodless, his thoughts were all gone, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
It's over.
All is lost.
In the approval document given to him by his father, there was only a request to level the fields, and there was no mention of the matter of the cemetery. Those were all his own ideas.
And now, more than twenty living lives are now buried by mudslides because of this incident. All of this was caused by him.
Once this matter is confirmed, he will be beyond redemption!
His identity as the eldest son of the Fan family doesn't matter, and even the entire Fan family will be implicated in this.
In a trance, Fan Tingwei came back from despair. He knelt down in front of Fan Chengli tremblingly, tears bursting out, and he cried loudly:
"Dad, I was wrong. I'm sorry for the Fan family. I caused misfortune to our family."
"Dad, please beat me to death, I won't survive!"
"Dad, wuwuwuwu, how could this happen... Why are you so unlucky?"
Looking at Fan Tingwei who was crying bitterly, Fan Chengli raised and lowered his hand, raised and lowered it.
Finally, he let out a long sigh, slowly put his hand on his son's arm, and pulled him up.
Fan Chengli said in a calm voice:
"Stop crying, calm down, things haven't reached that point yet, there is still a chance to remedy everything."
As if grasping a life-saving straw, Fan Tingwei quickly stopped crying and asked nervously:
"How to remedy it, dad, please tell me how to remedy it? I want it, what should I do?"
Fan Chengli said word for word:
"Go to the police security station and surrender immediately."
Fan Tingwei was stunned and looked at his father in disbelief:
"If you ask me to surrender, won't I surrender myself? Dad, why don't you let Uncle Hu arrange for me to run away."
Fan Chengli was extremely angry and slapped Fan Tingwei on the face:
"Please wake up, surrendering yourself is your only option now!"
"If you run away, can the Fan family run away?"
Fan Tingwei was so aggrieved that he could only cover his face and not mention the matter of running away.
Just listen to Fan Chengli say quickly:
"Listen, there is a point in surrendering. Now remember every word I say to you. When the people from the police and security bureau interrogate you, just follow what I taught you. Do you understand?"
Fan Tingwei nodded obediently:
"Well, you tell me, I'll remember it."
Fan Chengli said:
"After you go in, you must take the initiative to admit that Jiang Dajun and those people were hired by you to do the construction. It is useless even if you don't admit it, because the Police Security Bureau can easily find out."
"However, you must insist on one point: the matter of pushing the ancestral grave was a private act of Jiang Dajun's own enmity with the villagers of Xiushan Village, and it has nothing to do with you."
"The approval document I gave you never mentioned the person who pushed the cemetery, right?"
Hearing this, Fan Tingwei's eyes suddenly regained their radiance.
Putting all the main blame on Jiang Dajun, his responsibility will be greatly reduced.
I only asked Jiang Dajun to shovel the land. Who knew that he would use public money for personal gain and lead his men to dig up people's ancestral graves? I'm a victim too.
After coming back to his senses, Fan Tingwei quickly wiped the tears on his face, nodded and said:
"I understand, I will surrender now."
Seeing that Fan Tingwei was about to leave, Fan Chengli grabbed his arm again and whispered:
"Son, I'm afraid you're going to suffer a little if you go in this time."
"During this sensitive period, our Fan family is at the forefront of the storm. It's not good for Dad to use his connections to fish you out. Doing so will only harm you and me."
Fan Tingwei gritted his teeth and nodded to express his understanding:
"Dad, I understand. I am the fault of everything this time. I am sorry for the Fan family."
Fan Chengli felt relieved and patted his son on the shoulder:
"Without further ado, you go to the Police Security Bureau and surrender now. I'll ask your Uncle Hu to arrange for you to go."
Fan Tingwei asked quickly:
"Dad, what about you?"
Fan Chengli smiled bitterly:
"I will personally go to Xiushan Village to participate in the on-site rescue operation, and try my best to save some hearts for my Fan family."
When Fan Tingwei heard this, he shed tears of regret again.
If it hadn't been for heavy rain, things wouldn't be like this!
Fan Chengli hugged his son one last time, and then gave a slight signal to Hu Nangui, who took Fan Tingwei out.
