Tang Yuchen sneered coldly, "Isn’t the evidence right in front of you?"
An Mingqi’s gaze fell on the document bag, and he was terrified, trembling.
He dared not open it, fearing that the evidence was indeed inside.
Last time Tang Yuchen had been able to produce evidence of him swallowing up his older brother’s shares and of murder, could he produce it again?
An Ruo suddenly propelled her wheelchair, quickly moving closer to the desk.
She grabbed the document bag, eagerly opened it, and inside were photos of the accident scene and the conclusion report from the police at that time.
But most importantly, there was a confession.
An Ruo read out intermittently, "I, Kong Chenghui, hereby repent, to demonstrate my resolve to repent, I have decided to write down the crimes I committed years ago...
About twelve years ago, An Mingquan and An Mingqi founded An family’s auto parts manufacturing enterprise.
All three of us were educated in car design, my technology was the best, An Mingquan had the best business acumen, so after they started the company, I also joined, becoming an important technical member of the An family.
In just one year, the An family’s business grew rapidly, gaining more and more benefits...
However, as the An family began making money, An Mingquan grew tired of the cutthroat business strategies and planned to sell the company and no longer dabble in the business world.
An Mingqi disagreed with selling, and the brothers argued many times over this.
One day, An Mingqi came to me, deciding to make a deal with me.
He asked me to tamper with An Mingquan’s car, after which he’d give me twenty percent of the An family’s shares, and he could own the entire An family..."
Reading this far, An Ruo trembled all over and could read no further.
After she had read the ensuing description, tears streamed down her face like rain; so this was how her parents died...
Tang Yuchen walked over to her, gently took the confession from her hands, and said simply to those present:
"Kong Chenghui had agreed to cooperate with An Mingqi, he tampered with the car, and did it perfectly, no one would discover the problem.
However, after committing murder, he was tormented by nightmares night after night, feeling very uneasy, so he did not take the shares An Mingqi offered, but chose to live in seclusion, leading a life of repentance.
This confession is his own handwriting. An Mingqi, now that the evidence is conclusive, what do you have to say for yourself?"
An Mingqi slumped in his chair, his face pale as paper.
He stared with hollow eyes and gritted his teeth, refusing to admit guilt, "Just by a confession, you want to blame the crime on me? If you dare, let Kong Chenghui confront me in person!"
Just then, a voice filled with the vicissitudes of life rang out, "An Mingqi, things have come to this, they can no longer be concealed. We have committed unforgivable sins, and we must pay the price for our crimes."
At the door, an elderly man with graying hair walked in.
His spine was slightly stooped, and the merciless marks of time were etched across his face.
Seeing him, An Mingqi felt an immense despair, as if plunging into the fear of the Eighteen Layers of Hell.
Kong Chenghui—hadn’t he given him five million to go abroad?
Kong Chenghui seemed to know his thoughts, and said lightly, "This Mr. Tang is very capable, he sent people to find me. I knew it was time to settle things, so I decided to come back and atone for my sins."
An Mingqi glared at him fiercely, his voice chillingly cold, "Kong Chenghui, it turns out you were the one who tampered with the car. Since you have admitted your crime, why still falsely accuse me?"