Special Forces Medic-Chapter 832 - 805: Two Mistresses

"Your mouth is becoming more and more eloquent, no wonder such a beautiful woman was taken back by you. The time is about right, Secretary Hua should be done by now, come with me, and by the way, meet Xia Xue. It's been a while since you last saw each other, right? Young people shouldn't always think about work tasks. You should also make time for dating, understand?"

"Yes, Uncle Wu, your guidance is right."

Following a slender figure, I slipped into an alley. After slowly advancing more than ten meters, the slender figure stopped, suddenly turned back, in a patch of darkness without a single streetlight, held their breath to listen before continuing forward.

A distance of three or four steps wouldn't attract the attention of an ordinary person, but in the ears of someone specially trained, they could hear it exceptionally clearly. Perhaps due to haste, they overlooked the subtle sound, and the figure ahead didn't notice the person behind. After turning two alleys, they stood before a double door.

Knock knock knock! Three times.

Knock knock! Twice.

After a pause, the door was opened from the inside, and the slender figure walked in. The person who welcomed them poked their head out to look around before shutting the door.

A shadow stood in front of the door, secretly marking a corner of the door before disappearing into the darkness, as if no one ever appeared before this door, leaving it lifelessly still.

"Why are you here?" The slender figure sat down in the courtyard hall and took off the hat on their head. "Where is Ji Weihua?"

"I saw him being taken into a car during the day. I think he must have been captured too." The slender figure had a rather innocent face, holding the teacup with trembling fingers. "The boss sent a message; we must see him alive, or see his body if dead."

"Understood, we'll take action tonight. However, you shouldn't have come personally. The boss repeatedly insisted that at this critical moment, you should stay away to protect yourself."

"It's too late to say this now. Everyone we can use has been caught. Who else is left to move? Hua Muyun is keeping a close watch on the boss, patrolling everywhere, making it difficult to send any message. We'll have to handle this ourselves." The woman took a sip of tea. "The boss doesn't know Ji Weihua has been captured yet. Let's handle that woman now, then create a false impression and frame all these crimes to settle everything once and for all."

"Do you have any plans?"

"With Ji Weihua gone, how many are there in the bureau still available for me to use?" The woman tapped her long fingernails on the wooden table.

"About seven or eight people, all waiting for orders."

"Gather them and arrange a show for Yan Juanjuan."

"Does the boss really intend to kill her?"

"Killing is the only way now." The woman smiled faintly, seeming quite pleased at the prospect of taking that woman's life. "Go prepare. I'm going inside to see that former Hengfei Group president of mine."

Even under detention, life still held attractions for ordinary folks. Apart from lacking the freedom to go out, Yan Juanjuan lived fairly comfortably in the two-bedroom apartment. Rarely disturbed, as long as she didn't think of escaping.

Comfortably reclining in a rocking chair, she flipped through the daily newspaper. Though the outside world had little relevance to her now, understanding the situation was necessary. A news piece caught her eye, prompting her to pick up her glasses for a closer look, and she burst into laughter.

"What's making you laugh like that?" The delicate woman pushed the door open to see Yan Juanjuan laughing carelessly, nearly shedding tears.

"Isn't it funny? The second brick kiln factory got destroyed." Yan Juanjuan wasn't surprised to see the woman and observed something different as she looked at her. That deadly jealousy seemingly evaporated, and no longer bore much resentment. Who indeed stole whose man? From every angle, it looked like a mistress. Yao Zheng never considered divorcing his wife for her. What were they fighting over? Just two mistresses. "Did Yao Zheng send you to kill me?"

"Regardless, he gave you plenty. You've enjoyed a lot over the years, it's time for some giveback. Once you're dead, the Northern district's mess can be settled. Losing two brick kiln factories isn't unusual. We have enough money to obtain more lands and build new brick kiln factories. Only by living can money be made, but right now you are a stumbling block. Isn't loving Yao Zheng worth dying for him? He'll remember you forever that way."

Yan Juanjuan laughed at the woman's proud demeanor, suddenly finding her pitiable. "How come I never noticed how pathetic you were before? I have a son with him, but what do you have? Nothing. We're both mistresses in others' eyes. I might die with no body left today, but what about you? Living a life on edge, perhaps becoming another me one day. What kind of person is Yao Zheng? Don't you know better than I do?"

Slap! The woman's palm struck Yan Juanjuan's right cheek, her delicate face seething with anger. "You're mocking me, don't forget, I can kill you anytime."

"Is that so? Ji Weihua didn't show up, was he captured too? Does Yao Zheng have anyone left around him? You better be cautious. I can be sacrificed by him, and so can you. How did those people die, and where did the money go? Isn't it all with your sister? She died by Yao Zheng's hand, doesn't that make you mourn?" Yan Juanjuan never climbed over this woman. It was sooner or later Yao Zheng would want her dead, those initial rumors were his own making. He favored this woman but that didn't mean he'd sacrifice for her—a clear difference between knowing someone and understanding someone. "The girl never did anything. How does using her as a scapegoat feel?"

"Shut up!" The woman slapped Yan Juanjuan hard again, her sensitive nerves twitching, feeling infuriated and ashamed.

"Why don't you kill me now? Didn't he want me dead? Hurry up then."

"Hmph, don't be so eager to die. That day will come, I assure you you'll die with value."

Yan Juanjuan finally understood what dying with value meant, sneering at the woman's not-so-pretty face now beaming with the same luminance. "You want me to take all the blame?" (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian (qidian.com), your support is my greatest motivation.)