“Rumor has it she’s the third party who disrupted the Pei family’s marriage…” …
Reporters kept asking questions, perhaps unsure what answer they sought, but knowing the news value was extremely high. For years, Jun Hao had never been linked with any woman, and now this woman was said to be his kept mistress. This information alone was enough to create a sensation.
Jun Hao waved his hand, and the scene immediately fell silent. His calm expression revealed nothing: “Feel free to ask about the investment, but personal matters are off-limits.”
Everyone knew Jun Hao would voluntarily clarify what he wanted to say, and questioning further would be futile. A small commotion arose, with people whispering, unsure how to proceed.
A black-clad figure appeared at the back of the venue, slowly approaching and capturing Jun Hao’s entire attention. Jun Hao cursed under his breath, damn it, how could she be here?
“Dear reporter friends, I am the so-called third party, the mistress Mr. Jun currently keeps,” the woman spoke while walking to the stage, with everyone speculating about the truth of her words.
“Jun Hao coerced my father, forcing me to follow him and be manipulated. Yet he still betrayed me and imprisoned my father. Please report honestly about this business tycoon’s shameful behind-the-scenes actions,” An Ke’s excited voice echoed through every corner of the hall.
Before she could finish, Jun Hao had already stepped forward to grab her, his smiling eyes fixed on her, whispering in her ear: “Have I given you too much freedom?”
An Ke used all her strength to push him away, catching him off guard and delivering a loud slap to his face. Her voice grew even colder: “This slap is to return the shame you’ve brought me.”
Camera flashes continued non-stop. No matter how powerful Jun Hao was, he couldn’t prevent this explosive news from breaking.
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An Ke and Chen Yun went together to call their families, only wanting to ensure their safety, but unexpectedly, the message they received was that her father had been framed and imprisoned. With Chen Yun’s help, she easily entered the press conference venue. Without careful consideration, she immediately assumed that Jun Hao had framed An Hong, simply because of something he had said before.
After several hours of flying and then transferring to City B, it was approaching midnight. Jun Hao took An Ke directly to the police station, where An Ke finally saw An Hong. After just a few days apart, she felt that her father had aged significantly, with white hair at his temples looking particularly weathered. As soon as she called out “Dad,” her tears began to flow uncontrollably.
“Child, don’t worry, I’m fine,” An Hong tightly held his daughter’s cold hands and comforted her.
“Dad, quickly tell me what happened,” An Ke asked anxiously.
An Hong shook his head, having told the police many times, but no one believed him.
“Dad, tell me quickly,” An Ke urged.
An Hong looked at his daughter’s anxious expression, took a deep breath, and slowly began: “Around 8 o’clock the night before last, I went to a nearby convenience store and bought two bottles of Erguotou. When I was returning home, I saw a man in pain crouching near our doorway. I went forward to investigate, but unexpectedly, he collapsed to the ground with a small knife in his chest, blood flowing. I panicked and ran home to call an ambulance, and just then the police arrived, saying the man was dead, and took me to the police station for investigation. After investigation, they determined I was the murderer, and the murder weapon was actually our home’s fruit knife, with my fingerprints on it.” An Hong paused, wiping the tears about to overflow: “I’m almost in my coffin and I’m not afraid of dying. But dying with the charge of murder, how will you and your brother face people in the future?”
“Dad, you’ll be fine,” An Ke was already crying uncontrollably, though in her heart, she had no confidence in finding the real culprit. She had already decided that Jun Hao was behind this.
At this moment, Jun Hao walked in. An Ke quickly wiped her tears and angrily shouted: “Get out, no one wants to see you here.” Jun Hao saw her actions.
Jun Hao looked at An Hong, his expression somewhat dim: “Uncle, we all believe you’re innocent. I promise I’ll find the real culprit and reunite your family.”
“Stop with this fake sympathy,” An Ke naturally didn’t know that without Jun Hao, she wouldn’t have been able to see An Hong. This matter had already been extensively reported by the media. If Jun Hao wanted to intervene, he would need sufficient evidence to prove An Hong’s innocence and find the real culprit, otherwise he was doomed.
“An Ke, don’t be unreasonable. Go out, I want to talk to him,” An Hong waved to Jun Hao: “Jun Hao, come here.”
“Dad, don’t be fooled by his appearance,” An Ke tried to stop him, with no intention of leaving.
An Hong unusually spoke seriously: “Go out.” An Ke reluctantly left.
Jun Hao sat across from An Hong as instructed. An Hong, watching An Ke leave, spoke earnestly: “I’ve heard about your situation. If you can’t give her happiness, please let her go.”
Jun Hao unconsciously nodded: “I will.”
City B was different from Singapore, with unusually cold weather. An Ke was still dressed for summer, shivering outside the police station and refusing to let Jun Hao come near. Jun Hao still stepped forward and forcibly put his suit jacket on her, saying nothing, just instructing the driver to take her to a hotel to rest.
“Behave if you want An Hong to be okay,” Jun Hao stopped her from throwing off the coat and pushed her into the car.
Watching the departing car, Jun Hao took out his phone and dialed a number, simply saying: “No matter what method, make sure to get An Hong out.” He also couldn’t let others act recklessly again.
A four-story Western-style house was built luxuriously, revealing the owner’s extraordinary status. Pei Xuanzhi was already dressed and sitting in the living room, occasionally glancing at the large clock on the wall. The phone beside her rang, and she looked at the number with a triumphant smile. Picking up the phone and gently pressing the answer button, she spoke in a coquettish voice: “Hao…”
“I want to see you,” came Jun Hao’s emotionless voice.
Pei Xuanzhi immediately jumped to the window, seeing the car parked in front of the building, and said satisfiedly, “Wait for me, I’ll be right there.” She casually grabbed her latest HL handbag, her yellow wavy hair and deep V-neck knitted cardigan both mature and sexy, paired with black patent leather boots. After turning twice in front of the mirror and seeing her flawless reflection, she ran out satisfied. She had to admit that Pei Xuanzhi was beautiful, with many young men from prestigious families coveting her looks, but her heart was open only to Jun Hao. To win Jun Hao, she would stop at nothing.
“Hao…” Pei Xuanzhi ran to the car, excitedly waving to Jun Hao inside.
Jun Hao only rolled down the window, not intending to get out. He asked without any emotion: “What do you want?”
“What do I want?” Pei Xuanzhi giggled. “Won’t you let me stand here and talk to you?”
Jun Hao said nothing, appearing ready to start the car.
“You know exactly what I want. Why ask?” Pei Xuanzhi wasn’t anxious. Since he came to find her, she wasn’t worried he would leave without getting what he wanted.
Jun Hao suddenly smiled: “I’ll agree. Time, place, everything is up to you.”
“Really? But how can I be sure you won’t play tricks again?” Pei Xuanzhi’s eyes sparkled, her body pressed against the car window, her full breasts nearly spilling out. “You’ll have to let me get in first for further discussion.”
Jun Hao opened the car door, and Pei Xuanzhi quickly slipped in, sitting in the passenger seat: “Let’s find a place to sit and talk properly.” As she spoke, her body pressed against Jun Hao.
