About two hours.
The door to the suite was opened, and a man appeared in front of him wearing a white nightgown, his hair was wet, and he looked like he had just taken a shower.
Lu Jing'an leaned aside to let him in. In the living room of the suite, the man poured a glass of red wine.
With his back to Hengqing, his posture was lazy and casual: "What do you want to drink?"
"No trouble."
Lu Jing'an didn't force it. He sat down in front of Hengqing with a glass in his hand, looked at him, and shook the red wine glass in his hand: "Come to me late at night. What Mr. Hengqing wants to say must be important."
Hengqing looked at Lu Jing'an with a happy posture. His hands on his knees were clasped together nervously, sometimes tightening and sometimes loosening. He repeated it several times before summoning the courage to speak: "I came here to have a late chat with Director Lu." Mrs. Zhou’s matter.”
"I have been a housekeeper in the Jiang family for more than 40 years. In my early years, my parents received favors from the Jiang family. When I became an adult, they were left in the Jiang family. The year I came to the Jiang family, I happened to meet the old man's second marriage. Many things happened in my past. The past is not clear, so I did a lot of things that hurt your mother, but when I learned later that I wanted to correct myself, I regretted it."
"I just learned recently that the old lady of the Jiang family did some unscrupulous things in her early years in order to take the position of Mrs. Jiang's wife. She arranged for the death of the old man's first wife, and..." Hengqing said this, but stopped talking. , looking at Lu Jing'an with a somewhat tangled look.
He shouldn't have known these things, but he wanted to make it up to Jiang Wanzhou and didn't want Jiang Wanzhou to die at the hands of his own son, so he seemed to have no other way.
"Planning the rape of your mother, Mrs. Wanzhou."
Hengqing's extremely troubled words came out.
Lu Jingan's back tensed, and his eyes looked at Hengqing with a faint glint. The businessman's keen intuition made him feel that things were not that simple.
The man's jawline tightened, and the red wine glass in his hand stopped moving toward his lips.
Four concise and concise words were thrown out: "Continue talking."
"Shortly after the incident, the old lady learned that your mother was suspected of being pregnant and wanted to destroy her. But at that time... Mrs. Wanzhou's mother's family still had some power in the capital, so she sent her to Beijing and Hong Kong to get married..."
Snapped! ! ! !
The wine glass in Lu Jing'an's hand instantly fell into pieces, and the fragments stuck into his hand, dripping with blood. However, he seemed to feel no pain and did not even look at it.
On the contrary, Ruhu's eyes were fixed on Hengqing.
Like the king of hell demanding his life.
The voice of grinding teeth seemed to come from the chest, clear and trembling: "Continue."
Hengqing was so frightened by Lu Jing'an's murderous aura that he was covered in cold sweat. He didn't dare to continue speaking. He could think of the purpose of coming here, so he had to bite the bullet and continue speaking.
"Mrs. Wanzhou was one of the victims back then. At that time, materials were scarce and people had conservative ideas. If she was pregnant and had an abortion, it would inevitably become a topic of conversation for people after dinner and even involve her family. At that time, Wanzhou Mrs. Zhou's grandmother also knows that this is the old lady's method, and there is no other way except sending people to Beijing and Hong Kong to get married."
"Director Lu is like a nail of shame driven into Mrs. Wanzhou's spine. She can't pull it out or hide away. She can only endure it. I came here to tell Director Lu this because I hope that Director Lu will follow Wan Zhou in the future." When Mrs. Zhou meets, she can show her noble hand. Remember this little kindness between mother and son, and don't kill everyone."
Lu Jingan suddenly felt that the first thirty years of his life had been in vain.
No wonder Jiang Wanzhou looked like she wanted to kick him out of the earth every time she saw him, and she even wanted him to disappear from this world immediately.
He originally thought that it was a pot that only gave birth to food but not nourished.
But I don’t admit it…I don’t admit it!
Who would want to leave behind a product of rape?
If he was the product of rape, what about Lu Chu? So what?
In the quiet and cramped living room, a very short laugh suddenly sounded, and Lu Jing'an laughed angrily.
The sudden sound made Hengqing tremble slightly, and he did not dare to speak more than a word.
For a long time, Lu Jingan lowered his head to pick off the glass fragments in his palm, and threw them on the coffee table with a clang. His movements were clean and neat, and he felt no pain at all.
Then he took the ashtray and poured the newly poured glass of red wine into his palm. When the sound of splashing water sounded, he asked in a man's forbearing tone: "Who is that man?"
When alcohol meets a wound, it should be heartbreaking pain, but Lu Jingan's face was as calm as if he had poured a glass of boiled water.
"I don't know. The old man and the old lady conspired to do this. No third person knew about it. I only knew about it because Bai Yun broke up with the old man last time in Beijing and Hong Kong."
"Do you think the Jiang family can tolerate you if you tell me this?"
Hengqing was silent, of course he knew that after the matter was revealed, there would be no place for him in the Jiang family, but what he needed more than a place to stay was the salvation of his soul.
When he was young, Jiang Wanzhou gave him a bite of food when he was too poor to eat. As an adult, he not only failed to repay this kindness, but also helped the Jiang family to kill her.
When he thought that he had a share of the credit for those things back then, Hengqing's heart was full of mixed feelings, like a ditch that had been in disrepair for a long time. It was so full that it could erupt in the next second.
He reached out and picked up the note paper placed on the coffee table in the hotel nearby, and wrote his number on the paper: "This is my number. If Director Lu needs anything, I will be happy to help."
Lu Jing'an is 30 years old and has a net worth of hundreds of millions. His ruthlessness and indifference have almost become his motto throughout his life: "Really? What if I let you deal with Jiang Wanzhou?"
Hengqing was stunned. He thought that what he told him should have some effect, but obviously, it didn't.
Lu Jing'an put his bloody palms on his knees. The red wine was mixed with blood. He couldn't tell who was who for a while: "You think you come to tell me this and I will thank you gratefully? I can understand what Jiang Wanzhou did. All of this? In this life, whether it’s a good person or a bad person, I don’t care what they look like to others, I only care about their faces and appearances to me.”
"It's true that Jiang Wanzhou gave birth to me, but if she dares to attack people I suspect are around me, why should I be merciful? Because she gave birth to me. Or because she was raped and had to give birth to me? Regardless of whether she gave birth to me. It has nothing to do with me or her being raped and forced to give birth to me. She is a victim, so why am I not?"
"Her suffering and the difficulty of her life are because of others, and my suffering is because of her. You want one victim to sympathize with another victim, which is impossible!"
"roll......."
