Starting as a stand-in, the real daughter went crazy in the rich family

Chapter 567 What can a pretty boy do?

At that time, Lin Heng only glanced at the bulletin board and was surprised by Ning Zhewen's appearance. He was not only young, but also extremely handsome.

It was thanks to his background as a member of the wealthy Ning family that he was able to become the laboratory director at such a young age.

What real abilities can a pretty boy like this have!

Lin Heng thought sourly.

"Ning, Director Ning?!" Lin Heng recognized Ning Zhewen and the muscles on his face twitched violently. "This is a misunderstanding! I didn't know it was you..."

He was really panicked because Du Ying had a special relationship with Director Ning.

Does this mean that his future...

He didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

"You didn't know it was me, so you dared to make up rumors about me?" Ning Zhewen slowly took off his watch and handed it to the black-clad guard behind him.

This simple action almost made Lin Heng wet his pants, because he saw the veins on the back of Ning Zhewen's hand twisting and bulging like little snakes.

He’s an ancient warrior!
It's obvious that he's planning to take action!

"I was wrong! Director Ning, I really know I was wrong." Lin Heng struggled frantically, his face covered with snot and tears, "Du Ying was the one who provoked me first, I was confused for a moment..."

"Crack! Crack!"

Two slaps made Lin Heng's head swell up like a pig's head.

Ning Zhewen shook his hands and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his fingers, as if he had just touched something dirty.

"If you let me hear her name from your mouth again..." Ning Zhewen leaned over, his eyes as cold as ice, "I will cut off your tongue and feed it to the dogs."

Lin Heng was trembling all over, and his crotch was wet.

Only now did he understand what kind of person he had offended.

Ning Zhewen came from the wealthy Ning family, yet he was so protective of Du Ying.

Judging from the looks of it, Du Ying certainly doesn't look like his mistress.

So what is their relationship?
Oh my God, who is this little girl that he messed with?
"Now." Ning Zhewen pulled a chair over and sat opposite Lin Heng, crossing his long legs. "Let's talk about the people behind you."

Lin Heng's eyes flickered, and his swollen face went numb, making him unable to speak clearly: "What, what backer? I don't have any backer..."

Ning Zhewen sighed and waved behind him.

A guard immediately stepped forward and turned the tablet screen towards Lin Heng.

Above is a long list of bank statements.

"For the past seven years, money has been transferred from an overseas account to your card every month." Ning Zhewen tapped the screen with his fingertips. "I have found out that the remitter is the wife of the head of the Chu family. Can you explain?"

Lin Heng looked ashen.

He didn't expect that Ning Zhewen had even found out this.

But he quickly calmed down, and after thinking for a while, he said quietly: "I, my family is ordinary, and it was Madam Chu who sponsored me to study. Otherwise, with my financial conditions, I would not be able to complete my doctoral studies."

Studying medicine is very expensive.

Refining a bottle of high-purity medicine could bankrupt an ordinary family.

"Heh." Ning Zhewen sneered, "Sponsoring your studies? When did Mrs. Chu become so generous that she would give you two million yuan every year in her personal name?"

Every wealthy family does charity, and it is very common to sponsor poor students.

However, charity will be done in the name of the family or group company, with a dedicated department in charge and following public procedures and processes.

Mrs. Chu was so secretive, she anonymously transferred money to Lin Heng from an overseas account.

There seems to be something fishy about her "funding" no matter how you look at it.

The guard handed over another document, and Ning Zhewen flipped it open. "In the past four years, that is, during your doctoral studies and teaching assistantship, the laboratory has lost repair chemicals. Here is the list."

He raised his eyes, his expression half-smiled, "Coincidentally, Mrs. Chu's son Chu Licun obtained a large amount of repair potions from unknown channels to practice ancient martial arts."

All the medicines made by Yu Zizhou, whether from university laboratories, the Alchemist Association, or family alchemists, are clearly recorded. What medicinal materials are consumed, how many doses are made, and the sales channels or market flows are all recorded.

It just so happens that the medicine lost in the laboratory matches the large amount of medicine consumed by Chu Licun.

This is no coincidence.

Lin Heng played a very important role in the process.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything!" Lin Heng's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

The evidence in Ning Zhewen's hands is enough to send him to prison for more than ten years!

His face was covered with tears as he wailed, "Mrs. Chu sponsored my studies and helped me stay at Yuzi University after graduation, on the condition that I get the medicine. A bottle of repair medicine on the market costs more than five million, but the cost of the laboratory is only tens of thousands..."

Ning Zhewen's eyes became colder and colder: "A few days ago, Mrs. Chu suddenly transferred another three million to you. Why?"

Lin Heng shrank his neck, not daring to hide it any longer: "She gave me money and said she wanted to ruin Du Ying's reputation, and it would be best if she was expelled from school."

It just so happened that Mrs. Chu's purpose was the same as his, so he readily agreed.

You can also get an additional benefit of three million.

Why not?
Lin Heng confessed everything at this time because he was really afraid of Ning Zhewen.

He also had a very secret psychological expectation, which was to let Ning Zhewen fight against Mrs. Chu.

The fight between the two great gods might help to single out an insignificant figure like him.

Lin Heng was worried that Ning Zhewen would not believe him, so he added anxiously, "Mrs. Chu didn't say why she targeted Du Ying. I didn't lie. I really don't know the situation."

Ning Zhewen stood up and looked down at him.

A few seconds later, he turned and walked out, waving to the guards: "Take good care of him, and just take some time off."

"Director Ning! Young Master Ning, spare my life!" Lin Heng cried heartbreakingly, "I was wrong. I was the one who offended the wrong person, and you just treated me like a piece of shit..."

The answer to his question was the sound of a heavy iron door closing.

An hour later, Ning Zhewen returned to his residence and made a phone call.

*
Yuzizhou District D.

The rain was falling so hard that it looked like there was a hole in the sky.

Chu Siyang stood at the door of the abandoned factory, rain dripping down his black windbreaker and forming a small puddle at his feet.

A sniper battle had just taken place here. He led his men to eliminate the enemy's main force, and then deliberately let three minions go.

The men were cleaning up the battlefield, carrying the dead bodies one by one onto trucks to be transported away.

These are not ordinary corpses, but modified mechas or chip men.

A subordinate's whispered report came from the headset: "Sir, it has been confirmed that target No. 10 has a remote-controlled explosive strapped to his body. It is recommended to resolve it remotely."

Chu Siyang gave the order and immediately sent someone to defuse the bomb.

At this moment, the cell phone in my pocket vibrated.

He took out his cell phone and Ning Zhewen's name appeared on the screen.

The signal in Area D is poor and communications are often interrupted.

Chu Siyang returned to the command tent, sat down next to the signal device, and called back.

After listening to Ning Zhewen's story about how Madam Chu attacked Du Ying, the temperature around Chu Siyang dropped to freezing point.

After hanging up the phone, he handed over the mission of Area D to Chu Li, left the command tent, and walked towards the special plane. "I have something urgent to do. I need to go to the Imperial Capital."

"Ah? But this mission——" Chu Li looked hopeless, "Can you send me to the Imperial Capital?"

After all, the capital is prosperous, lively and popular.

Unlike this shabby place in District D, where the flowers don’t bloom, the birds don’t sing, and the rabbits don’t poop…