The Counterattack of a Wealthy Family's Substitute

Abandoned factory in the west of the city.

After finishing his instant noodles, Xu Hengyuan walked back to Yao Yingxi and reached out to grab her chin.

Yao Yingxi turned her face away sharply, breaking free from his grasp.

Xu Hengyuan gripped her chin even tighter, preventing her from turning her face away.

Yao Yingxi met his gaze angrily.

Xu Hengyuan's eyes were cold as he remarked, "Your face looks just like your mother's."

Yao Yingxi spat in his face: "Pah..."

"Xu Hengyuan, you are the one who has the least right to mention my mother in this world."

Xu Hengyuan wiped the drool off his face and said unwillingly, "I should have taken you back then. If you had stayed with those old men, I wouldn't have had to evade taxes."

"However, your personality is not like hers. She is not as fiery as you."

Otherwise, He Qinfang wouldn't have come to her door without making a scene, allowing her plan to succeed.

Yao Yingxi sneered, "Xu Hengyuan, you are the most disgusting person I have ever met."

He killed his own wife, and now he acts like he misses her.

Upon hearing this sarcastic remark, Xu Hengyuan fiercely grabbed Yao Yingxi's hair, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze.

Yao Yingxi glared back at him defiantly.

Outside the factory gate.

Several police cars and a black sedan were parked together at the entrance, and a group of armed police officers got out.

Xi Yuanchen was the last to come out, his face cold as he looked at the factory in front of him.

"Mr. Xi."

"Let's make the arrangements."

The police captain spoke into the walkie-talkie: "Team A, surround from the left; Team B, from the right."

"The suspect is currently holding Yao Yingxi hostage. Our mission is to rescue Yao Yingxi safely."

"At the same time, we must also arrest the suspect Xu Hengyuan and bring him to justice, understand?"

The walkie-talkie crackled with unanimous replies: "Understood, Captain."

After a long pause, Yao Yingxi spoke up: "Xu Hengyuan, let's make a deal."

Xu Hengyuan loosened his grip on her hair slightly: "What deal?"

"I'll tell you Zhou Qianqian's secret."

Xu Hengyuan scoffed, "What secrets could this lowly woman possibly have?"

Yao Yingxi smiled and said, "It's about your son."

When his son was mentioned, he frowned and became somewhat emotional, "What secrets could my son possibly have?"

Yao Yingxi shrugged, appearing indifferent, but inwardly she was excited: "Yes, but it depends on whether you're willing to listen."

She was gambling that Xu Hengyuan would ask.

Perhaps emboldened by his successful kidnapping of Yao Yingxi, Xu Hengyuan hesitated for a long time before finally asking, "What do you want from me?"

Yao Yingxi's face was gloomy: "I want to know how you and He Qinfang planned my mother's car accident back then."

Seeing Yao Yingxi's expression, Xu Hengyuan chuckled: "Didn't you already find out?"

Yao Yingxi said coldly, "I want to hear you tell me yourself, in detail."

Xu Hengyuan nodded and found a stool. Although he missed his old life with Yao Juan, what happened back then was arguably his most successful move.

"Did your mother tell you that rich people can do whatever they want?"

Yao Yingxi remained silent.

Xu Hengyuan stared blankly, his thoughts drifting back to the past: "Back then, it was one thing for your mother to file for divorce, but she also demanded that I split all the assets under her name equally."

"How can I agree to that? That's money I earned through hard work and painstaking effort."

Yao Yingxi retorted, "Shouldn't it be the case? You cheated on me first. Besides, without my mother, could Hengyuan Group have been established?"

Xu Hengyuan's eyes turned sinister: "What credit did she get? Did the whole company get things done without my guidance?"

He didn't want to admit that Yao Juan had contributed to the company's success back then.

Yao Yingxi steered the conversation back on track: "So?"

He suddenly laughed: "So I had no choice but to do this. There was no other way. Yao Juan was greedy and wanted my property, so I had no choice but to do this."

His tone was indifferent, as if he had killed not a human life, but an ant.

Yao Yingxi looked at him with red eyes and asked, word by word, "How do you do it?"

Xu Hengyuan smiled, his eyes full of smugness: "I've had someone follow your mother around, looking for an opportunity."

"Finally, finally one day, He Qinfang came to my door many times to provoke me into getting a divorce. She came to my company to argue with me and demanded a divorce. I said I refused and we had a big fight."

"That time we found an opportunity to strike."

His eyes were filled with a smile: "You didn't see the scene back then, it was truly spectacular."

"The front of the truck was completely dented after being hit by the truck. When the police came out after handling the case, the body was unrecognizable."

Yao Yingxi trembled all over, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, veins bulging.

She bit her lower lip until her mouth tasted blood, suppressing her hatred.

"Oh, right."

Xu Hengyuan greatly admired her expression at this moment and continued to provoke her: "I fabricated the drunk driving diagnosis for your mother during the autopsy."

Yao Yingxi's eyes were filled with tears, her face was pale, and her voice trembled as she asked, each word distinct and deliberate: "How do I do it?"

Each question felt like swallowing a broken tooth.

Xu Hengyuan stood up from his chair, laughing loudly and replying without restraint: "Of course, we put alcohol in his car, open the bottle, and let the alcohol spill on the ground to create the impression of drunk driving."

"The person was hit and injured like that, who would bother to do an autopsy?"

"So my mother's death wasn't a car accident, it was because you bribed someone with 300,000 yuan to run her over with a truck, making it look like an accident, right?"

Yao Yingxi loudly repeated the truth of what happened back then, each word piercing to the heart.

"Yes."

"My mom wasn't driving under the influence back then. You were the one who had someone put alcohol in her car and deliberately spill it on the ground to make it look like she was driving under the influence, wasn't that right?"

"Correct."

After answering that question, Xu Hengyuan realized something was amiss.

He still hadn't figured out what was strange about it.

Sudden.

"Boom..."

The factory gate was kicked open, and a group of police officers rushed in, pointing their guns at Xu Hengyuan.

This was a long-abandoned factory, with its gate so dilapidated that it could barely be closed.

Xu Hengyuan reacted quickly, turning around to grab the dagger he had placed aside, intending to take Yao Yingxi hostage.

The police captain fired a shot right at the edge of his hand, stopping him in his tracks.

"Don't move, put your hands behind your head and lift them up."

Xu Hengyuan clenched his fists, cracking his knuckles. He had been tricked; he never expected to fall for this unfilial son again.

Xu Hengyuan's eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth: "Yao Yingxi, did you blow me up?"

Yao Yingxi remained silent.

She noticed the police when they were outside the door.

Of course, having Xu Hengyuan say these things at the same time was also a gamble.

This opportunity only comes once. If it's not the police outside the door, then it's impossible to accuse Xu Hengyuan of murder.

Xi Yuanchen, the center of attention in the crowd, came up to her and, with a chilling gaze, untied the ropes binding Yao Yingxi.

Suddenly, Xu Hengyuan sprang to his feet. Just as everyone was about to put down their guns, he picked up a chair and was about to smash it at Xi Yuanchen.

He was just holding it up when Xi Yuanchen reacted quickly and kicked him away.

"Boom bang..."

The chair shattered on the ground, and Xu Hengyuan crashed into the wall, spitting blood from his mouth as he convulsed in pain, clutching his stomach.

The police officers were stunned.