Several people wanted to chase after them, but the Jiang Family had already blocked the exit, "Sorry, this way is blocked."
Zhang Defu had taken advantage of the chaos to slip away, clutching the check Tang Wan had given him, gleefully preparing to find a bank to cash it.
A million, enough for him to spend for a while.
Tang Wan followed Jiang Jinsang and didn’t leave the He Family’s premises but went to a window instead. From there, they had a clear view of the chaotic scene unfolding at the He Family’s entrance.
The He couple, escorted by security, struggled to break through the crowd in an attempt to get into their car.
"What are you showing me?" Tang Wan asked, puzzled.
As Jiang Jinsang’s words fell, suddenly, a few burly men charged in, robust and with noticeable tattoos, making it easy to push through the reporters, who were encumbered by their equipment.
"Get the hell out of the way!"
The tattooed men looked like thugs, and since the reporters were out on the job, no one wanted to stir up trouble, so they immediately stepped aside.
Just as Lun Huiru was about to get into the car, she was grabbed by the clothes from behind and pulled backward, crashing to the ground.
The man, with a solid build, loomed over her from above.
"Mrs. He, you hired us last night to collect debts, and you haven’t paid the balance!"
"What are you talking about? When did I hire you?" Mrs. He was in a panic.
Zhang Defu was a scoundrel, but these guys looked particularly ruthless, the type who might kill her. She watched her husband get into the car and, scrambling up from the ground, cried out, "Old He, Old He, wait for me..."
"You think you can leave without paying? Last night, it was you who hired us to create trouble under the guise of collecting debts, and even had us take photos. Now you don’t want to admit it?"
"Don’t you fucking lie!" Pushed to her limit, Lun Huiru cursed.
"Who’s lying? Now that it’s come to this, it has nothing to do with us. We just want what’s owed to us!"
"I gave you the money already! What more do you want? It was an exchange, photos for money!" Lun Huiru growled.
The reporters aimed their microphones and cameras at her.
"So everything Zhang Defu said was true?"
"I thought his kind of person’s words needed verification, but now it seems she really did set this up to harm others."
"She’s got what she deserves!"
Lun Huiru breathed rapidly, trying to get up from the ground, attempting to get into the car.
But her husband simply shut the door and instructed the driver, "Drive!"
The car sped away, leaving her behind amidst the crowd, with reporters jostling and asking questions and patrol police arriving on the scene.
She sat on the ground, dazed, murmuring to herself, clearly overstimulated.
Tang Wan hadn’t expected the group from last night to show up again. She turned to Jiang Jinsang, "Last night, when you had Jiang Cuo take them away from the building, you had already planned this? How did you know Lun Huiru was planning something against me..."
Jiang Jinsang and she had not exchanged a single word.
"To deal with some people, you need to remove the roots along with the weeds, otherwise, when the wind blows next year, the wild weeds will grow again," Jiang Jinsang said, turning to look at her, "What? Afraid?"
Tang Wan shook her head, only able to marvel at how he paid attention to every minor detail and utilized them.
People in Beijing say he’s cunning as a fox, and it’s hardly an exaggeration.
The Jiang Family members standing on the sidelines could only marvel. For the two of them, this first collaboration really was in perfect harmony, it was just too bad for Mrs. He who was too clever for her own good and kicked an iron plate without realizing it!
Forget about saving her son, she was lucky if she could even save herself.
After this round of consecutive attacks and suppression, she would probably find it hard to turn her life around for the rest of her days.