From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables Chapter 201

Chapter 201: 095 Truth (First Update)_3

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As Cai Ping's eyes rolled back, Xu Huan seemed to just react and stepped forward to pull Han Suwen away.

“This is a police station, not a place for you to fight freely. Behave yourselves.”

Cai Ping gasped for breath desperately, her brain deprived of oxygen for a short time, unable to curse.

“Officer, can you tell me where my daughter is?”

Xu Huan had his colleague take Cai Ping away, preparing to hand her over to the procuratorate along with the evidence.

He led Han Suwen to the sofa and poured her a glass of warm water.

“Cai Ping sold your child to human trafficker Zhang Chunzhi for 50,000 yuan. Zhang then sold the child to a middle-aged couple in Yi City who were unable

to conceive for 200,000 yuan. The couple has a decent family, but in the second month, the wife was found to be pregnant. After discussing, they decided to give the child away. No one would want a child with unknown origins. They heard that the Master Wu Xin from Silent Moon Temple on Baitou Mountain adopted homeless orphans, so they left the child in front of the temple gate during a stormy night.”

Xu Huan had been investigating this case in Siji Town for these past few days. Siji Town was under the jurisdiction of Yi City, and there were distant relatives of the couple living in a house in town. That year, when they were visiting with the child, they lived with those distant relatives. It was through this clue that he found the couple and traced Zhang Chunzhi.

Up to this point, the case was crystal clear, and Han Suwen must know where her child is now.

Upon hearing Baitou Mountain, Han Suwen couldn't control herself and cried out in pain while covering her mouth.

Regret, self-blame, and relief.

Xu Huan sighed and patted her shoulder, “You should thank Ms. Zhu. If not for her tips, this case would have become an unsolved one. Moreover, according to my investigation, your child has not suffered much during these years. Her master and seniors adore her. She's lucky.”

“As for Cai Ping, the mastermind, don't worry, I'll appeal to the procuratorate. Her crimes are extremely malicious. If not severely punished, it will cause severe social unrest.”

The once-grandiose Zhu Group building has now become a venting ground for frustrated stockholders.

Employees entering and leaving the building have to be discreet, lest they get hit with rotten eggs.

Although it is common for listed companies to have such problems, the Zhu Group is now under such a negative public opinion environment, with competitors fanning the flames behind the scenes.

“Someone stopped Ms. Zhu at the entrance of Yi High School, and she was willing to take responsibility. Why hadn't we thought of approaching her?”

“She's still a minor. Does her commitment have any legal effect? I think she and her father planned good cop and bad cop roles; they're taking us for fools. When the Zhu Group goes bankrupt, as the young lady of the Zhu family, she must have some private property. By then, she'll just leave for a foreign country and we'll end up empty-handed.”

“But I think Ms. Zhu isn't that kind of person. Look at the video taken online, what she said doesn't seem fake.”

“What do you guys know? This Ms. Zhu was found by the Zhu family three months ago. If anyone should take responsibility, it should be the fake heiress. This Ms. Zhu only enjoyed three months of wealth and glory, while the fake heiress is the one who should take responsibility.”

“Doesn't that prove even more that Ms. Zhu is a responsible person? We waited here every day to no avail, so we might as well listen to Ms. Zhu and be patient for a while longer.”

These people discussed in various ways, but in the end, they couldn't make up their minds. As noon approached, the sun grew hotter. Everyone was hungry and hot. After waiting for three days to no avail, people lost patience, and soon they all dispersed.

A white car stopped unhurriedly in front of the Zhu Group building, and the security guards inside the hall peeked out.

Who would come at a time like this?

The driver got out of the car and opened the rear door. The driver's demeanor was extraordinary, making them wonder about the identity of the person inside the car.

The two security guards looked at each other.

A young woman in white bent over and got out of the car, tall and slender, like a lily swaying in the wind. Just the distant silhouette exudes an inexplicable fragrance.

It seemed that even the hot weather cooled down a bit.

The young woman stretched out her hand towards the car, and soon a little girl about five years old held the woman's hand and jumped out of the car.

The little girl looked up at the building in front of her and exclaimed, “Wow, what a tall building.”

The young woman's face remained calm, and she flicked her skirt, “Let's go.”

As they got closer, one of the security guards stopped them, 'Who are you? Do you have an appointment?”

The front desk receptionist watched from afar and whispered to her colleague, “Ms. Zhu.”

She then hurriedly walked over, “Ms. Zhu, why are you here?”

“Ms. Zhu?” The security guards exchanged glances, suddenly realizing something and quickly said respectfully, 'Welcome, Ms. Zhu. Please come in.”

Ming Jing glanced at them indifferently and said to the receptionist, “Take me to Mr. Zhu's office.”

There is only one Mr. Zhu in the company, and that's President Zhu Wentao. Unfortunately, Zhu Wentao was taken away yesterday by the procuratorate, and the company was in turmoil and dispirited.

The receptionist nodded immediately, “Follow me, Miss.”

She turned around and secretly let out a sigh of relief. This Ms. Zhu looked gentle and approachable, but her gaze was too oppressive for an ordinary person to bear.

Taking the president's exclusive elevator, they went straight to the top floor, where another front desk employee and the president's secretary were already informed and waiting at the elevator exit, along with two executive assistants and secretarial assistants.

“Miss.” Secretary Wang greeted respectfully.

Ming Jing nodded and scanned the two little assistants behind Secretary Wang, raising her eyebrows, “I remember there was another secretary beside Mr. Zhu.”

Secretary Wang broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly said, “Mr. Zhou has been feeling unwell these past two days, so he took sick leave.”

“Call him to come to the company for a meeting.”

As she left, Secretary Wang gave a look to the assistant, who understood and went to make a phone call, while Secretary Wang immediately caught up with Ming Jing's pace.

There was a huge floor-to-ceiling window in the president's office that overlooked the entire city skyline.

Ming Jing glanced at it, and Secretary Wang poured her a glass of water. “I don't know what instructions Miss has for coming to the company at this time?”

Ming Jing didn't accept the glass of water and stared quietly at Secretary Wang, whose forehead was beaded with more and more cold sweat..

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