Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

The ancient Chinese-style door opened and Ling Xiu De walked in. The huge tea room was filled with a faint scent of tea. The lights were dim and one could only vaguely see the tea vapor rising from the large tea table.

A tall, shadowy figure sat behind the tea table, his back to the door and his appearance could not be seen clearly, but his identity could be recognized just by his defiant back and the aura around him.

Before he could speak, the black leather chair turned.

"Uncle."

The man's handsome features became even more profound in the dim light, with a faint smile on his lips. "Sit down."

"Ling Che." Ling Xiu De sat across from him, across the table, but he couldn't see the smile in the man's eyes. "What's the matter with you?"

Ling Che raised his hand to make tea, "I heard that something happened to Zishi. Seeing how his uncle is, he must have encountered some difficulties."

Ling Che certainly knew that Ling Zishi had gone to the police station. He must know everything he wanted to know. Ling Xiude didn't try to hide it too much. Watching him skillfully make tea, he got straight to the point, "Ling Che, your father and I are cousins ​​after all. You can call me uncle. For the sake of this relationship, if you give Hua Rui to me, you'll be saving our Ling family's life!"

Ling Che listened to him calmly, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Uncle, what you said is too serious." He handed a cup of tea to Ling Xiu De, "How can a small Hua Rui be related to the lives of your uncle's family?"

Ling Xiu De raised his hand to take the cup of tea, but the hand that was handing him the tea turned and placed it on the table in front of him, so Ling Xiu De's hand that was holding the tea fell empty.

He looked at Ling Che in confusion, only to see that the smile on his face remained unchanged.

"I can help you get Ling Zishi out, and he won't have to go to jail."

"Really?" Ling Xiu De showed joy on his face, but then he felt something was wrong. Ling Che had always been heartless, so when did he become so easy to talk to?

"What do you want?" he asked.

Ling Xiu De was a smart man, and Ling Che didn't intend to waste any more time with him. He took out a mobile phone from the drawer and placed it on the table, then took out a SIM card and placed it next to the phone.

He leaned back, looking at Ling Xiu De lazily with an ambiguous smile in his narrow eyes.

Sure enough, he saw the fear in Ling Xiu De's eyes and the changed facial expression when he looked at the phone.

He smiled lightly, "It seems that my cousin recognizes this phone."

Ling Xiu De looked at him fiercely, "The person who broke into my villa last night was yours?"

Ling Che didn't answer him, but smiled and said, "From what my uncle said, this thing is indeed yours."

Ling Xiu De heard the emphasized ending tone of his word "you", and even heard a hint of oppression.

He looked at the smiling man in front of him in disbelief, "So, Zishi's capture was a trap set by you?"

Ling Che did not deny it, but just looked at him with a smile.

Ling Xiu De looked at the phone on the table, suddenly smiled, and looked up at the other person, "When did it start?"

"When do you hope it will be?" Ling Che asked back.

Ling Xiu De laughed. He had been pretending to be a grandson for so many years. If he hadn't been short of money recently, he wouldn't have been so passive. He really couldn't remember when he exposed himself and made Ling Che start to suspect him.

He said, "So, Zishi's capture was just one of your plans."

Looking at the phone, he asked, "What can you prove with just a phone?"

Ling Che picked up the teacup and said with a smile, "Uncle, you should know me well. I wouldn't easily ask you to come here unless I was absolutely sure."

What this means is that he already has enough information and clues.

His slender fingertips picked up the thin phone card and he smiled gently, "This international phone card records all the calls between you and Zhuang Ce, including his most recent trip back to China. I bet he had a lot of support from his uncle behind the scenes."

He raised his eyes to look at Ling Xiude, "Ling Zishi can be acquitted or he can spend three years in jail."

"Of course." He chuckled, "I can also keep him in jail for the rest of his life."

Ling Xiu De suddenly glared at him, "Ling Che, are you threatening me?"

"Uncle, what are you talking about? This isn't a threat, it's a choice." Ling Che said with a smile, "It all depends on your choice as to what kind of ending you want your son to have."

"After all," his bottomless eyes suddenly turned cold, and his eyes were filled with icy coldness, "you started this chess game first. If I am not the chess master, how can I break the game?"

Ling Xiu De felt a chill run down his spine when he saw his gaze, and after a long moment he asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Ling Che lit a cigarette, leaned back in his chair and took two casual puffs. He glared at Ling Xiu De with a deep, unfathomable gaze, "It depends on you, uncle. Do you want to protect yourself or your son?"

Ling Xiu De's face turned pale at his words, while Ling Che had a calm and relaxed smile on his face, which didn't look like a threat at all, but more like something he could do with just a flick of his finger.

"If I confess, will you let Zi Shi out?"

"of course."

After receiving Ling Che's affirmative answer, Ling Xiu De stopped talking and just lowered his head with a heavy expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ling Che smiled lightly. He was hesitating, wondering if this deal was worth it.

The untouched tea in front of Ling Xiude had already gone completely cold, without a trace of heat. Suddenly, a hand reached out and dropped a nearly burnt cigarette butt into the cup.

The cigarette butt with sparks was thrown into the tea, making a crackling sound and immediately a wisp of green smoke rose.

Ling Che stood up, his smile still lingering, "Uncle, you still have time. Think about it carefully before your son is sentenced."

He left after saying this, and Ling Xiu De was the only one left in the huge tea room.

He stared at the phone on the table and knew what Ling Che's purpose was in trapping Ling Zishi.

Of course Ling Che already knew about his collaboration with Zhuang Ce, but he did not have enough evidence to prove that he and Zhuang Ce had worked together to kill Ling Zhengqing, so he used Ling Zishi to force him to tell the truth so that he could obtain evidence of his collaboration with Zhuang Ce.

He could choose to keep it secret forever, but according to Ling Che's methods, Ling Zishi might not be able to come out in this lifetime.

If he wants to save Ling Zishi, he can only...

Ling Xiu De looked in the direction where Ling Che left, his eyes gradually becoming colder.

"After all, we are uncle and nephew. I didn't want to go too far. Since you are using my son to threaten me, don't forget that you also have people you care about!"