After Uncle Gu returned, he recounted to Lady Yu in detail how he had dealt with Steward Chang’s descendants.
Lady Yu nodded her head.
Knowing that the family had been properly taken care of, she felt a little better.
However, there was still one problem, Ning Wanru was currently in the East Branch Bureau’s detention cell.
It was unclear how her collusion with Lin Qinghuan would be judged.
Nor was it known whether she could be made to confess everything.
But obviously, it might not be as simple as imagined.
Because Lin Qinghuan was already dead.
Another case of death without evidence.
This was what these people were best at creating.
At this moment, Gu Qingfeng had no intention of resolving this matter through official channels.
After all, so many years had already passed.
He wanted to do it his own way.
And there was this letter.
He thought he could extract some information from it.
Even if he couldn’t get anything out of her, it didn’t matter, as long as Ning Wanru tasted her own bitter medicine.
Gu Qingfeng clenched the walking stick in his hand and, glancing at Lady Yu, said in a low voice, "Lady Yu, let’s not tell Tianfeng and the others about this for now, we’ll handle it our own way."
At this point, Gu Qingfeng’s gaze was dark and fierce, his expression intensely ruthless.
The veins on the back of his hand bulged from his tight grip on the walking stick.
Clearly, his inner rage had reached a peak.
Lady Yu also knew that now was not the time to be angry with Gu Qingfeng.
She gave Gu Qingfeng a cold glance, said nothing, and left the small living room.
That night, tossing and turning, neither Gu Qingfeng nor Lady Yu slept.
By the next day, Gu Qingfeng knew what he had to do.
He knew that with Ning Wanru’s cunning, she couldn’t possibly stay in the detention center forever.
She would definitely feign illness.
And then evade the upcoming interrogation.
With Lin Qinghuan dead, there was no one left to testify against her.
The case would be delayed and eventually fade into obscurity.
Ning Wanru was certainly counting on this.
Otherwise, with her sly nature, she would have run away the moment Lin Qinghuan was apprehended.
As for the man behind her, Gu Qingfeng had no more patience for a long-drawn-out investigation.
As of today, Ning Wanru was already over seventy years old.
In a few more years, she might die, and then he would have nowhere to seek revenge.
Therefore, Gu Qingfeng personally took charge of the situation.
Several cars quietly took up positions at various intersections around the East Branch Bureau.
If an ambulance appeared, it would definitely be Ning Wanru’s ploy.
Indeed, everything turned out as Gu Qingfeng had predicted.
An ambulance arrived at the Bureau’s main gate in the dusk of the next day.
Half an hour later, the ambulance hurried to the nearby hospital, followed by a police car.
Without waiting for Gu Qingfeng to speak up, Uncle Gu’s eyes shone, and he quietly started the car and followed.
Indeed, an old woman was carried out of the ambulance.
The figure was unmistakably Ning Wanru’s.
Immediately afterward, Gu Cheng rushed towards the hospital.
Gu Qingfeng and Uncle Gu exhibited infinite patience with the situation before them.
Finally, at one in the morning, Second Brother Ren and several bodyguards took Ning Wanru, who had passed out, from the hospital room.
Then, they rushed to place her in the trunk of a car.
Afterward, they sped to a residential house next to Gu Garden.
This time they entered through a side gate.
The front was a shaded path.
Past the shaded path lay a household with three courtyards.
These three courtyards were very ordinary.