Seventeen Again: The Sweet Life with My Family

Chapter 342 - 342: Let Him Die

Chapter 342: Let Him Die

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Uncle, I really should go now,” Shen Jun insisted with concern. “The situation with the Wen family is dire, and I’m afraid something may happen to her.”

However, Zhao Wu shook his head. “It’s already quite late, and you still need to wait for the person who’s sending you the evidence, don’t you? There are many people in Wen Nian’s hometown, so a few hours won’t make a significant difference. I’ve already contacted the local police station, and they’ve dispatched an officer to the Wen family’s location. We’ll arrange for someone to take you there tomorrow morning.”

Realizing that his people had already secured the evidence and changed their flight to Hai City, Shen Jun reluctantly agreed. He knew he couldn’t afford to be hasty at this point.

“Get some rest for now. Since you’ll be spending the New Year at my place, 1 won’t let you down.” Zhao Wu patted Shen Jun’s shoulder.

However, as he reached the bedroom door, Zhao Wu suddenly sensed that something was amiss.

“You came back for Wen Nian. Why did your parents come along? And why are they so insistent on celebrating the New Year at my house?”

An uneasy feeling washed over Zhao Wu. At that moment, Shen Jun also realized that something was off. His thoughts had been preoccupied with the Wen family throughout their journey, and he hadn’t pondered the peculiar behavior of Zhao Jiao.

Seeing the perplexed expression on Shen Jun’s face, Zhao Wu exclaimed, “Oh no!” He promptly flung open the door and rushed down to the first-floor living room. As he entered the room, he discovered the two women laughing heartily.

“You have no idea how embarrassing Zhao Wu was when he was young. Even at the age of three, he was wearing the pants with a hole!”

“Look at how mature he appears now, but he secretly adores fruit candies. Every New Year, he snatches the last strawberry candy from the younger generation of our family. My father has scolded him countless times!” “Bai Ling, you must know, right? He used to love wearing underpants with flowery patterns when he was young. When he was…”

Zhao Wu swiftly made his way to Zhao Jiao’s side and positioned himself between the two women. He gritted his teeth and gazed at his sister. “My dearest sister!”

Zhao Jiao’s smile remained on her face as she continued, “What’s the matter, my dear embarrassing brother?”

Hearing the way they addressed each other, Bai Ling couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Zhao Wu turned around angrily only to find Bai Ling laughing so hard that tears were about to spill from her eyes. She covered her mouth with her petite hand, but her laughter was so infectious that she rocked back and forth. Her canines occasionally peeked through, and Zhao Wu’s frustration quickly dissipated.

He reached for Bai Ling’s hand and held it firmly, then said to Zhao Jiao, “It’s alright. Weren’t you planning to do a facial mask and get some sleep?”

Checking her watch, Zhao Jiao rolled her eyes at Zhao Wu. “All of this is your fault. If I end up with wrinkles, you’ll be the one to blame this year!”

With a parting smile and a wink at Bai Ling, she gracefully ascended the stairs.

However, just before leaving, she looked back at Zhao Wu and added, “I don’t know what that brat’s up to again. Take care of him.”

Zhao Wu nodded in acknowledgment, and Zhao Jiao made her way upstairs.

Bai Ling asked curiously, “What’s the matter, Shen Jun?”

While Zhao Jiao had informed her that they were here because they were concerned about Zhao Wu’s potential loneliness during the New Year, Bai Ling sensed that it was merely an excuse. Zhao Jiao’s recent remarks had confirmed her suspicions. The real reason was Shen Jun.

Zhao Wu gently squeezed her hand. “Don’t worry. With me around, the sky won’t fall.”

However, Bai Ling could discern that his expression had shifted. It was the same expression Zhao Wu wore when he faced a significant problem.

At four in the morning the following day, Shen Jun’s associates delivered the evidence they had obtained from Yang Shu’s niece.

Shen Jun swiftly scanned through the contents. Alongside records of financial transactions involving Wei Feng, there were detailed records of Wen Sheng’s symptoms following each drug administration, even accompanied by a blood test report.

Most crucially, there was a USB drive. Shen Jun inserted it into the computer and discovered irrefutable evidence of Wei Feng poisoning Wen Sheng.

The video had clearly been captured clandestinely, offering a mostly clear view of Wei Feng’s face from the angle.

An enraged Wei Feng could be heard demanding, “Why isn’t Wen Sheng dead yet? How much time has passed? Is your medicine worthless?”

A young man’s voice responded, “Chairman Wei, it’s extraordinarily difficult to kill him swiftly without anyone detecting it. I’ve meticulously calculated the medicine’s countermeasures, and his condition keeps deteriorating.” “What good is him getting worse? He needs to die!” Wei Feng loosened his tie. “I’ll give you half a month. You must ensure he dies.”

The young man sounded anxious. “But if we alter the poison or the medicine, an autopsy is bound to reveal it. If the Wen family insists on an autopsy, it’ll be a serious problem.”

Wei Feng lowered his gaze and stated, “I won’t permit the Wen family to conduct an autopsy. Just ensure he passes away..”