Soul Patch

Chapter 100 A sudden turn of events

Countless thoughts collided violently in Wenjie's mind, his pupils shot out a terrifying gaze, and the air pressure around him suddenly dropped.

He slowly raised his head and stared intently at Wang Hui.

A surge of emotions coursed through her body, and her innocent, youthful face was now overwhelmed by immense shock and resentment.

His ashen face drew closer and closer to Wang Hui.

"Mr. Wang... what happened to him?"

The young man looked terrified, his teeth chattering, and a thought began to form in his mind:

Today is really weird; I heard something happened backstage.

When he arrived, he saw Manager Cheng in the corner backstage. Someone had tied her hands and feet and gagged her.

Manager Cheng twisted and struggled desperately, her pretty face streaked with tears and snot, her eyes filled with hatred, as if she wanted to kill someone.

Upon seeing him, she cast a mournful glance my way, sobbing as if seeking help.

Just as he was about to step forward to help Manager Cheng get through to him, he noticed President Jia standing not far away.

Although Mr. Jia has never shown his face at the company, after the driver responsible for picking him up called, he went with Mr. Wang to the door to meet the person.

That's why he recognized President Jia.

Mr. Jia was looking at him coldly, which made him stop in his tracks and not dare to make any rash moves.

Mr. Jia casually raised an eyebrow and said indifferently:

"Find a way to calm this person down. Causing unnecessary chaos will only result in losses for Huahai!"

General Manager Jia used the term "you" in Huahai.

He couldn't understand that detached tone.

Isn't it Huahai, which was invested in by Mr. Jia?

Isn't Mr. Jia the largest shareholder?

If we're talking about losses, it should be Mr. Jia's losses.

Why would a nobody like him care about such things? He just obsequiously agreed.

Wang Hui also ran backstage and was shocked to see Cheng Xiaohui lying on the floor, completely out of control.

Mr. Wang looked at him with a puzzled expression, as if asking: What happened?

He shrugged and looked blankly at him.

What can he say? He doesn't know anything about it.

Wang Hui remembered why he had come backstage.

He bowed respectfully to Jia Nan and said, "President Jia, everyone is waiting for you to give your speech!"

Jia Nan didn't look at him directly, but walked quickly past him and headed straight for the front desk.

Wang Hui followed eagerly behind, but after a few steps, he hesitated, stopped, and turned around to say:

"Xiaojun, go ask the waiter for two sleeping pills. Keep an eye on things here. I'll be right back."

He couldn't get the sleeping pills down his throat, so when he tore off the tape from Manager Cheng's mouth, he started yelling. The area was very close to the front desk... In his impatience, he pushed Manager Cheng hard, and his head hit the smooth floor.

People finally quieted down.

When Wang Hui returned, he noticed something was wrong: Cheng Xiaohui was bleeding from the back of her head.

The two exchanged a glance, neither speaking, both understanding that the most urgent task was to get the person to the hospital.

Cheng Xiaohui is currently injured and cannot be seen by her colleagues, guests, or media reporters...

The goal is to do it without anyone noticing.

He accidentally injured Manager Cheng and was terrified, so he found his suit jacket and covered Manager Cheng with it.

It covered his head and body.

Not daring to use the main entrance, the two went around to the side entrance.

As they walked, Wang Hui glanced at Cheng Xiaohui, who was being carried, and noticed a rope knot tied around her dangling ankle.

He reached out and tugged at it; it was quite sturdy.

The knot looked quite small, but it was surprisingly difficult to untie, so he had to pull it off with great effort.

He crumpled it up and threw the wad of rope into the trash can.

Just as we reached the side door, a reckless fellow suddenly appeared.

And...and it seems like they've come with ill intentions!

……

Even without Ah Jun's reminder, Wang Hui noticed that Wen Jie's gaze was strange.

Something is very wrong!

His eyes seemed to hold an overwhelming hatred, and his anger burned fiercely like fire, as if he wanted to burn everyone in his sight to death.

Wenjie had already come to the opposite side of Wang Hui, and the two faces were very close.

They were almost nose to nose.

The anger in Wenjie's eyes erupted like a volcano, and in an instant, the world seemed to darken, enveloped by the aura of death.

"Tell me, who did it?"

Wenjie's voice was cold and ruthless, and Wang Hui trembled and backed away again and again.

Seeing this, Wenjie's expression relaxed slightly. He just wanted to confirm whether Jia Nan was responsible.

Is anyone trying to make things difficult for these two people who cleaned up the mess for Jia Nan?

Wenjie reached out and grabbed Wang Hui by the collar, pulling Wang Hui in front of him.

Ignoring the bandage on his hand, he felt a sharp pain from the sudden exertion.

Wang Hui, his former college classmate, stared at Wenjie with terrified eyes.

He found Wenjie in front of him to be a complete stranger, a real stranger.

During the stalemate between the two

A "thump" sounded from behind.

Wenjie glanced to the side and saw the young man holding Cheng Xiaohui, then immediately knelt down.

His knees hit the ground with a dull thud.

When an adult suddenly kneels down, the weight on their knees is already considerable, let alone when they are holding someone.

A throbbing pain spreading from his knee made him grimace and contort his face.

Clearly, he endured immense pain by kneeling.

He deserves it! Who told him to use any means necessary to please his boss?

His act of pushing Cheng Xiaohui down was definitely considered intentional assault.

He lowered his head and said guiltily, "It was me. I accidentally pushed her down. I deserve to die!"

As he spoke, he put down the woman in his arms and slapped himself in the face.

Upon hearing this, Wenjie's expression became complicated. He turned around and stared intently at the young man kneeling on the ground, slapping himself in the face.

He pondered for a long time, then suddenly understood, and said coldly:

"Since you're willing to take the blame, then tie a butterfly knot for me right now!"

The young man kneeling on the ground could hardly believe his ears:

How can I tell the truth without the other person still not believing me?

He glanced at President Wang, seemingly wanting President Wang to vouch for him.

Wang Hui had no choice but to bite the bullet and take half a step forward, stammering, "It was indeed an accidental injury he caused. We were just about to take him to the hospital!"

Looking at Wang Hui's long face and his extremely sincere manner of speaking, it didn't seem like he was trying to exonerate Jia Nan.

But he still didn't believe it.

Those trivial clues had surfaced in his mind countless times, but because he couldn't find any connection, he couldn't figure out what was going on.

The butterfly cord on Cheng Xiaohui's wrist now connects all those seemingly unrelated things from before:

The butterfly rope buckle on Yang Shanshan's wrist was tied on by Zhao Xiaolong.

After Zhao Xiaolong's life trajectory was corrected, he lost his connection with the butterfly knot.

What did life's trajectory change?

The abuse of Zhao Xiaolong by Jia Song has been corrected.

Wenjie had previously made a bold guess: Zhao Xiaolong's memory of the butterfly rope buckle came from Jia Song.

However, this speculation was baseless, and with Jia Song being dealt with by him, it became impossible to verify.

The butterfly rope buckle that appeared on Cheng Xiaohui's wrist today serves as the best evidence.

(End of this chapter)