The real heiress's disguise has been exposed, making her the most beloved member of Beijing

"What's the rush?" Qi Feifan had just returned to his office after a small press conference. Hearing Qi Shaoxiong's anxious voice, he spoke much more calmly. "I've already had someone forge a vehicle inspection record for Qi Huan's mother, Cheng Xiran, from back then. It shows that Old Master Qi secretly requested that the braking system of Cheng Xiran's car be specially modified."

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a question was asked: "Are you sure Uncle Ya will believe it?"

Qi Huan sat in his office chair, picked up an expensive fountain pen from his desk, and laughed confidently. "Heh, this mute uncle isn't exactly a highly educated person, and he's prone to acting on impulse. Otherwise, he wouldn't have killed someone so badly back then just to avenge Cheng Xiran. This mute uncle would rather kill a thousand innocent people than let one enemy who might kill his benefactor slip through his fingers!"

He twirled the pen in his hand and continued, "I've already figured out a plan. It's the same as before. As for how to get Uncle Ya to find out, that's up to you. I'll have someone secretly deliver the item to you tonight."

"it is good."

……

After hanging up the phone, Qi Shaoxiong's irritable mood finally calmed down.

He remembered that the old man's study contained many important documents.

All he needs to do is find a way to put the forged evidence in the study, and then find a way to make Uncle Ya accidentally go into the study and find the forged evidence.

After hanging up the phone, Qi Shaoxiong finally calmed down.

This Qi Feifan is really cunning!

Once we've dealt with Qi Huan, we can just use ruthless methods to deal with Qi Feifan directly, without going through all those roundabout ways!

……

Night falls.

Cheng Jing parked the car in the old house garage, got out, and went around to the back seat to lift Qi Huan out, but Qi Huan said, "I can do it myself, you help me."

Cheng Jing's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Yes, young master."

With Cheng Jing's help, Qi Huan placed the newly bought crutches under the car, then had Cheng Jing release her, and slowly lowered her feet using the crutches.

Cheng Jing stood to the side, carefully preparing to support Qi Huan at any moment.

Although her legs still ached and felt strained, Qi Huan was indeed able to get off the bus.

Upon seeing this scene, Cheng Jing's hand supporting Qi Huan and his entire body trembled with excitement.

"That's great! Young Master, you can really stand up!"

The bodyguard immediately placed the wheelchair next to Qi Huan, who then slowly stepped down, holding onto the armrests.

Even this one movement took a lot of Qi Huan's strength.

But regardless, this is an exciting and positive thing.

A hint of excitement flickered across Qi Huan's usually calm face. "Yes."

Not long after walking forward, Qi Huan ran into Uncle Ya, who was about to leave after get off work.

He raised his hand, signaling Cheng Jing to stop, and then asked, "Uncle Ya, how have you been feeling at work these past few days?"

Uncle Ya made a sign language gesture, then, remembering that Qi Huan couldn't understand it, he took out his phone, typed something on it, and handed it to Qi Huan.

[good]

Then, he lowered his head again to type and handed it to Qi Huan to read again.

Has Qi Tianxiang been found?

Qi Huan shook her head after reading the text on the screen. "Not yet."

Uncle Dumb lowered his eyes, a fleeting look of disappointment in them. He said nothing more, put away his phone, nodded to Qi Huan, and left.

Cheng Jing turned to look at Uncle Ya's back and said in a low voice, "I heard from the people below that Uncle Ya has been doing his job honestly and without any unusual behavior. In addition, since Uncle Ya cannot communicate normally with people, no one has asked his colleagues about the old man."

"Only on the night that Qi Shaoxiong came to question the young master, Uncle Ya did not go back immediately, but chose to work overtime until very late before going back."

Qi Huan said, "Time is running out. This time, Qi Shaoxiong failed to achieve his goal of having African goods seized in China. Like Qi Feifan, the two of them will still find an opportunity to incite Uncle Ya to avenge my mother."

Zhou Zerui looked at the mute uncle with a troubled expression, knowing that he didn't want to continue the conversation, so he had no choice but to shut his mouth and eat his meal in silence.

……

After leaving the Qi family's old house, Uncle Ya rode away on his dilapidated bicycle.

The bicycle creaked and groaned on the quiet street. The middle-aged man's figure looked lonely and desolate under the streetlights, as if he were the only person left in the world.

Back at the house that Qi Huan had rented for him and Zhou Zerui, he parked his bicycle, opened the door, and went inside.

"Uncle Ya, you're back." Zhou Zerui was focused on rehearsing the script when he heard the door open, so he turned to look at the doorway.

Uncle Dumb nodded, his face expressionless, but his eyes revealed an indescribable weariness.

"The food is ready," Zhou Zerui said, putting down his script and walking to the dining table.

Uncle Dumb nodded again, then silently went into the kitchen and washed his hands. His movements were somewhat slow, as if even this small task was a bit of a struggle for him.

After washing his hands, Uncle Ya returned to the dining table and sat down. Two simple dishes were laid out on the table: tomato beef and crab sauce green beans. Although they were both home-style dishes, they looked very appetizing.

Zhou Zerui hesitated for a moment before finally asking, "Uncle Ya, you've been working at the Qi family for several days now. Have you had any contact with Old Master Qi?" He had actually wanted to ask this question for a long time, but he had kept it to himself until today.

Uncle Ya shook his head, not telling Zhou Zerui what he had overheard Qi Shaoxiong saying.

He knew that Zhou Zerui still wanted to believe his brother Qi Huan's words.

It doesn't matter, he had already decided that he would take care of everything, including avenging his benefactor Cheng Xiran!

He didn't want his benefactor's son to have blood on his hands!

He's already a demon with lives on his hands, so he doesn't mind falling back into darkness!

Zhou Zerui asked again, "Uncle Ya, are you deliberately hiding something from me?"

Upon hearing this, the mute uncle paused with his chopsticks, put them down, and began to use sign language.

[Didn't you hide anything from me? Why didn't you tell me you went to Miss Jiang's birthday party?]

Zhou Zerui said, "Uncle Ya, I'm just afraid you'll act recklessly without knowing the truth."

The mute uncle continued using sign language:

Don't worry, you are the son of my benefactor, I won't implicate you.

Zhou Zerui said anxiously, "Uncle Ya, I'm not afraid of you being implicated, I just don't want to lose you."

Uncle Du was taken aback for a moment, then gestured with his hands and said, "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore, let's eat."

After saying that, he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat his food in large mouthfuls.

Only when I'm well-fed and have the strength can I take my revenge!

Zhou Zerui remained silent for a while, but still couldn't help but say, "Uncle Ya, I asked President Qi to arrange for you to work at the Qi family so that you would have the opportunity to get to know Old Master Qi better and to determine whether Mother's death was really related to him. I hope we can both be cautious enough about this matter."

Uncle Dumb nodded and continued eating.

After finishing the meal in silence, Uncle Ya put down his chopsticks and went back to his room.

Zhou Zerui quietly cleared the table, carefully washed the dishes and chopsticks, picked up the script that was placed aside, and went back to his room.

The room was piled high with clothes, shoes, and various supplements, almost taking up the entire space.

Just as he was about to sit down and rest, a crisp cell phone ringtone suddenly broke the silence of the room.

He picked up his phone, and the screen displayed the name "Qi Huan".