Transmigration: Lady Chi Woos The Ice cold Professor Jun
Chapter 438: Taking out the trash

Chapter 438: Taking out the trash

Muyang was looking at pictures which had been handed to him by Wenzhe as soon as he got into the car. He was frowning, his eyes were fiercely intense and the little vein on the side of his neck was throbbing.

"Is this all he had on him?’ he asked Wenzhe.

Wenzhe nodded so eagerly, "Yes young master, we caught him before he could hand the pictures off to a reporter. There is also a video on the USB drive, I heard him saying that clearly but I have not looked at it." he explained.

Muyang was so angry that he clenched his fist and the pictures in his hands as well.

"So this bastard was not satisfied with visiting my wife’s office, he is also meeting reporters from rival networks and handing them old pictures like this," he chortled so coldly.

"We intercepted him before he could meet with the reporter young master. You can be rest assured that nothing about the madam is out yet." Wenzhe quickly said.

"Give me a lap top." Muyang told Wenzhe.

Wenzhe was quick to switch one on and hand it over for Muyang to play the video.

In the video, it was Ji Haolin’s birthday and Chi Lian was carrying a cake, dressed beautifully in a pink dress with a lovely smile on her face as she sung happy birthday to Haolin.

Haolin blew out the candles and he hugged Chi Lian.

"I love you Haolin." Chi Lian said and Muyang slammed the laptop shut.

Seeing the angry look in Muyang’s eyes Wenzhe hurried to soothe him. "Young master, madam did not betray you, this is an old video she was only eighteen years old at that time. You two had not even met."

Muyang closed his eyes and he folded his arms, not replying to Wenzhe.

Worried that this matter might cause a rift between the couple, Wenzhe contemplated over whether he should send Chi Lian and warn her about what was going on ahead of time. Perhaps if she knew, something could be done before it was too late.

"Young master..." he said in a small voice.

"I am thinking." Muyang told Wenzhe in that cold voice that he had not used in so long.

Poor Wenzhe was so nervous that he started biting his nails immediately.

Contrary to Wenzhe’s wild imagination however Muyang was not angry at his wife. He was angry at Haolin and jealous of him because of the video he had just seen.

He could not even bring himself to watch all of it because he hated seeing her looking at him like that. Why couldn’t he have met her sooner? he asked himself. He knew that she loved him before she met him but he had never thought about her past relationship until it hit him right now in the face.

’But it’s you that she loves now.’ he thought to himself.

Another little thought crossed his mind about his own birthday which he never celebrated. Would she do something special for his birthday?

As he was lost in so many thoughts the car arrived at a private fenced in apartment building with only one guarded entrance and it was allowed inside.

This apartment building was different from what normal apartments were like. First of all the atmosphere was different because rather than residents being in bed, most of them were outside training and sparring.

Most of the residents were also former army or police. Some doctors, a few nurses and researchers.

To enter this compound one needed a residence card, a password and a registration number.

Most of the compound space was filled with work out equipment and one end of the compound was even designed like a military training course.

It was not the most beautiful apartment building and it also always seemed to be fully occupied so strangers rarely showed up to this place.

When Muyang got out of the car those who were awake stopped what they were doing and they bowed respectfully.

One of the guards at the entrance sent out a message to all the available residents of the apartments, "The young master is here." it read.

An elderly man came out of the front door, he was using the aid of a walking cane and he was escorted by two young fit men on either side. He bowed as well when he say Muyang.

"Young master, welcome." he said respectfully.

"Where is he elder Guanying?"

"Locked up in the punishment room, we have not yet touched him because we were waiting for your instructions. Assistant Wen said that this was trash you would personally want to take out."

Elder Guanying led the way to the elevator which took them down to the punishment room. It was an extremely big basement filled with all sorts of weapons and there, Muyang found Haolin on his knees with his eyes covered with a cloth and his arms tied behind his back to a wooden post. Green tape was covering his mouth.

"Take a seat young master." the two young men brought a chair for Muyang at elder Guanying’s behest.

Muyang stared at Haolin for five minutes, doing and saying nothing but staring.

"Remove all that." Muyang finally said.

Someone took the blind fold and the tape off Haolin’s mouth and like a startled rat, he looked around wildly.

"Jun Muyang." he said in a panicked voice, "I knew that you were behind this, when Chi-Chi finds out."

Someone punched Haolin on the cheek. "Do not casually mention the madam’s name." elder Guanying warned Haolin.

Stubbornly, Haolin asked, "Why can’t I say it? I have said it so many times, Chi-..." another punch shut him up effectively.

"Last warning." elder Guanying said.

He may have been old but the aura around him was not to be overlooked. His hair was thinning, only a few white strands left, he could hardly stand without the support of the cane but his eyes were so fierce.

Haolin who had never served a day in the army looked away from elder Guanying and folded photographs which had been thrown with unnatural force suddenly hit him in the face.

Despite the photographs being light, every hit was painful and one of them actually cut Haolin on the cheek that he started to bleed.

Muyang was throwing the photographs at Haolin’s face with force, speed and precision as if he was throwing knives. "What were you hoping to achieve with this nonsense?" Muyang asked him.

Muyang spoke softly, and he was calm. His state of calmness made even the elder uneasy.