The Beauty CEO's Personal Expert
Chapter 491 - 487: Funeral

"I found an alias once used by Snake King. Just half an hour ago, this alias appeared at Beijing International Airport."

"He’s also come to Beijing?" Ling Chen muttered to himself, "Could this be a coincidence... Fatso, I got it, thanks!"

After hanging up the phone, Ling Chen pondered for a moment, then stood up and walked to the window, dialing a number on his cellphone.

If Snake King has come for Nanrong Wanqing, this would be a perfect opportunity to capture him once and for all.

The next day.

At nine in the morning, Ling Chen drove with Nanrong Wanqing to a public cemetery in the suburbs of Beijing.

The sky was unkind today, drizzling, and the gloomy weather mirrored Ling Chen’s somber, melancholic mood.

Entering the cemetery, Ling Chen held a black umbrella, walking quietly beside Nanrong Wanqing, his expression solemn. Soon, near a gravesite, stood several men in black suits. Leading them were Qiao Zhen, Han Bing, and Tang Yuan, positioned on either side, standing straight with raindrops hanging from their hair and faces.

"Take this."

Ling Chen handed the black umbrella to Nanrong Wanqing and walked over to Tang Yuan, silently staring at the freshly erected tombstone.

Looking at the two black-and-white photos on the tombstone, Ling Chen felt as if something was blocking his heart, making him unbearably uncomfortable.

"Salute!"

Following Han Bing’s light shout, everyone neatly gave a military salute.

After the salute, Qiao Zhen took out two military medals from his pocket, placed them in front of the tombstone, and muttered, "Old Mu, rest assured, I will not let the murderer go unpunished. The blood debt must be repaid with blood."

Having said that, Qiao Zhen stepped back, turned to Ling Chen, and said, "I have other things to attend to, you stay and accompany them a bit longer."

"I will."

Tang Yuan patted Ling Chen on the shoulder, nodded at Nanrong Wanqing, and then left the cemetery with Qiao Zhen and the others.

After they left, Ling Chen took Nanrong Wanqing’s hand, walked up to the tombstone, and pointing at the two black-and-white photos said, "This is Uncle Mu and Mrs. Chen. Though not related by blood, they were like family to me. I am grateful for their care over the years. In my heart, they have always been my closest people. I originally wanted to take you to meet them sometime, but alas, fate had other plans, and this tragedy happened."

Hearing Ling Chen’s words, Nanrong Wanqing finally understood why he had brought her to attend the funeral; it was undoubtedly a recognition of her status.

Back in the car, Ling Chen drove Nanrong Wanqing straight back to the hotel. The death of the Mu couple was a huge blow to him. Although accustomed to life and death, it was the first time someone so close had passed away. Before his mood could clear, he wanted nothing more than to stay quiet and still.

In the afternoon.

Nanrong Wanqing greeted Ling Chen, then left the hotel accompanied by Zhong Wei and Liang Zhao Hui, driving to the Beijing branch office.

She had wanted Ling Chen to accompany them, but considering he had just gone through a life and death separation, Nanrong Wanqing hoped he would rest well, so she didn’t ask him to come.

At that moment, the sky was still overcast with continuous cold wind howling. With the year-end approaching, the temperature in the north was becoming colder. The frail Nanrong Wanqing, dressed in a wool coat and wrapped in a scarf, walked into the company escorted by Zhong Wei.

At that time, across the street from the company, a modern sedan was parked. Inside the car, a middle-aged man held binoculars, watching Nanrong Wanqing’s disappearing figure, his lips curling into a sinister smile. Then, he drove the car into the company’s underground parking lot.

Two hours passed, and the annual summary meeting finally ended.

"Chairman, there is a company gala tonight, would you like to join us?" The branch manager keenly sent out an invitation.

"No, thank you." Feeling tired, Nanrong Wanqing rubbed her temples and politely refused, "I have other matters to attend to, maybe next time." After saying this, Nanrong Wanqing turned to Zhong Wei and said, "Let’s go back to the hotel."

"Yes, Chairman." Zhong Wei nodded, and gave Liang Zhao Hui a look, signaling him to go get the car.

A few minutes later, a Mercedes sedan stopped at the company’s entrance.

Zhong Wei, guarding beside Nanrong Wanqing, quickly walked to the rear seat of the car and opened the door. After Nanrong Wanqing got into the car, Zhong Wei closed the door and prepared to sit in the passenger seat.

Click!

But at this moment, a light noise suddenly came from the Mercedes.

Zhong Wei was slightly startled, pulled the car door, and found that it was locked and could not be opened.

Not good!

In an instant, Zhong Wei realized what was happening, hurriedly raised his elbow, trying to break the car window. However, before he could break the window, the Mercedes had already started and quickly rushed onto the road, disappearing at the intersection in a blink of an eye.

Zhong Wei hastily took out his cell phone and dialed Ling Chen’s number.

"Hello! Ling Chen, the chairman has been kidnapped, and Liang Zhao Hui is missing too... Okay, I’ll go look for him first." Saying this, Zhong Wei quickly ran towards the underground parking garage.

Soon after, in a corner of the underground parking garage, Zhong Wei found Liang Zhao Hui, who had suffered a severe head injury and had passed out. Fortunately, Liang Zhao Hui’s injuries were not fatal, just bleeding a little.

Holding his wound, Liang Zhao Hui asked, "Captain Zhong, what should we do now?"

"Ling Chen told us not to panic, to go back and meet him at the hotel first."

At this moment, the escaped Mercedes slowly drove into an open-air parking lot in the city.

After parking the car, the driver in the front seat turned around, looked at Nanrong Wanqing in the back seat, and said with a cold smirk, "Finally caught you. You should remember who I am, right?"

Nanrong Wanqing stared directly at him, her expression cold, "I remember, Snake King. You are an assassin, why didn’t you just kill me directly? Why bother bringing me here?"

"If it were before, I would have definitely killed you without hesitation, but I’ve changed my mind now. Before you die, I must retrieve something that belongs to me from you."

"What is it?"

Snake King picked up a document bag from the co-driver’s seat, threw it into Nanrong Wanqing’s hands, and said, "Everything I want is in here, you just need to sign it."

Hearing this, Nanrong Wanqing took out a few contracts from the document bag, glanced through them, then looked up at Snake King with slightly furrowed brows, "You want me to transfer the shares of Hongyu Group?"

"Hongyu Group was never yours to begin with; I’m merely taking back what belongs to me... no, to be precise, what belongs to my father. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Nanrong Wanqing casually threw the contracts onto the seat and said indifferently, "Sorry, I’m afraid I can’t satisfy your request."

Snake King’s expression turned cold, and he viciously said, "You better not test my patience, otherwise Nanrong Hao and Nanrong Yong will both die."

Unruffled, Nanrong Wanqing unwrapped her scarf and said indifferently, "I’ve told you, I can’t satisfy your request, because I am not Nanrong Wanqing."