A Beijing socialite stole my boyfriend; she went crazy after I got married.

Wei Jing sighed helplessly, "A few days ago, she was riding in a Bentley Arnage when someone rear-ended her, and they're demanding five million in compensation..."

Wei Jianhua was completely confused. After asking a few more questions, he suddenly froze, "728?"

Those top-tier collectibles from the elite that have long been discontinued are treasured by everyone.

How could he possibly provide his mistress with a car and have her drive it onto the Third Ring Road overpass during rush hour?

"I ran into her by chance at school, and I couldn't stand her shameless behavior; she brought shame to our school..."

Snapped!

Wei Jianhua slapped Wei Jing across the face.

"Are you fucking a jerk?!"

Wei Jianhua grabbed him by the collar and started punching him repeatedly in the face. "You two broke up, what does this have to do with you? How could I have given birth to such a beast!"

"What are you doing! Are you crazy?!"

Madam Wei screamed and lunged forward to stop him, but Wei Jianhua pushed her aside.

"Am I insane? It's this bastard you gave birth to who's insane!!!"

Wei Jianhua had completely lost his mind. He grabbed Wei Jing by the hair, dragged him up, and beat him like a madman.

"Who do you think you are?!"

Wei Jianhua was violently beating his son while hysterically roaring.

"The person behind that could crush our whole family with a single finger! What right do you have to warn her?! Who do you think you are?!"

"Bang!"

Wei Jianhua kicked Wei Jing hard in the stomach.

Wei Jing tried to fight back several times, but he was much thinner and weaker than his father, and his strength was also poor. At this moment, he could do nothing but wail.

"Dad...stop hitting him!"

"I worked like a dog, drinking, kowtowing, and begging for favors, doing business that could cost me my life, and it wasn't easy for me to amass this fortune of hundreds of millions!"

With red eyes, Wei Jianhua unbuckled his belt and whipped Wei Jing's back and legs like a madman.

The belt buckle slammed into flesh, making a dull and cruel sound.

Wei Jing screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

"I've worked so hard for thirty years!! And you've ruined it all! Now you're going to send me to jail!"

"Wei Jianhua!" Madam Wei shrieked, "You blame your son for all the things you did?! If only you had conducted business honestly—"

"Damn it!" Wei Jianhua was so angry that he overturned the coffee table. "You didn't spend the money I earned? You weren't involved in what I did? When you took the money to buy cars, jewelry, and houses, and flaunted it in front of your family, where did you forget the rules?"

Lady Wei was nearly hit and fell to the ground a short distance away. She tried to go and stop it, but her chest was so tight that she couldn't breathe, and her limbs were so weak that she didn't even have the strength to stand up.

She could only collapse on the sofa in despair, watching helplessly as her beloved son was brutally beaten by her husband.

Wei Jianhua was panting heavily from exhaustion, but he still relentlessly beat Wei Jing until the man's skin was torn and bleeding.

Wei Jing lay on the ground, his clothes torn, his body covered in blood, and his legs twitching weakly.

"It's over...it's all over..."

Wei Jianhua looked up in despair, his eyes filled with utter despair.

He heard police sirens blaring outside.

Wei Jianhua dropped his belt, walked into the courtyard, and watched the police lights pierce through the winter smog.

"Wei Jianhua, we are from the Economic Crime Investigation Division. You are suspected of multiple serious economic crimes. Please come with us to cooperate with the investigation."

Several other police officers entered the villa.

"Zhao Qiuping, you are suspected of participating in multiple major economic crimes, concealing and transferring illicit gains, and are also suspected of bribery..."

Lady Wei clutched her chest, unable to utter a single complete sentence.

The officers stepped forward, grabbed her arms from both sides, and lifted her up.

The cold handcuffs fell to the ground.

As she was being led out the door, she finally cried out, "My son! Save my son!"

The officer in charge surveyed the scene. "Leave two people behind and call an ambulance."

"..."

When Wei Jing opened his eyes again, he saw the pale white ceiling of the ward.

The wounds on my back and legs had been treated and wrapped in thick gauze; even the slightest tug would send a piercing pain through me.

The ward was empty.

A phone with a cracked screen sits on the bedside table.

Memories of the time before I fell into a coma flooded my mind like a tidal wave.

Ignoring the excruciating pain all over his body, he struggled to reach out his hand, which was still attached to the IV line, and grabbed the phone.

No matter how much he hated his father, he knew that if Wei Jianhua fell, he would be in trouble.

Although I wasn't involved in those things, I'm legally safe.

However, even though his family wasn't extremely wealthy, they still had considerable assets, and with his abilities, it would be easy for him to take off using his family's wealth.

If we start from scratch—

Wei Jing suddenly shivered.

Moreover, if his parents go to jail, who will be willing to cooperate with him in the future?

Wei Jing forced back the dryness in his throat and dialed the number of a wealthy friend.

"Feed?"

"It's me, Wei Jing."

Wei Jing tried his best to sound calm.

"There's been a family emergency; my parents have been taken away for questioning. Could you help me contact your uncle? He works at the city police station, isn't he...?"

"Oh, Brother Jing, what a coincidence!" the man exclaimed. "I'm in Dubai right now. My uncle went to a conference out of town last week. Um, the signal's not very good here, and the wind's too strong, so I'll hang up now!"

"Beep beep beep—"

Undeterred, Wei Jing dialed five or six more numbers, all of which were his "good brothers" who had once called him brother at dinner parties and praised him in various ways.

After learning that he and Xie Qingyang were close, several of them became very friendly with each other.

As a result, now they either don't answer or they just curse at you.

"...My dad said that if I answer your call again, he'll break my arm and tell me to never contact you again! You're such a damn jinx!"

The call was disconnected again.

Wei Jing gritted his teeth and, with no other choice, dialed Xie Qingyang's number.

He considered his words and decided not to mention Jiang Chu, so as not to make the other party think that he and Jiang Chu still had some lingering connection.

Furthermore—

He guessed that Jiang Chu's lover was taking revenge on him, but the specifics were still uncertain.

"Something happened to my family. Someone was jealous of our business and maliciously reported us. Now the Economic Crime Investigation Department has taken my parents away for investigation."

Wei Jing said in a low voice.

"Qingyang, this is absolutely a frame-up by our business rivals. I know the Xie family has connections everywhere. Can you help me find some connections and smooth things over? Don't worry, as long as it can be settled with money, the Wei family will cover whatever it takes!"

Xie Qingyang remained silent for a moment.

Of course she wanted to help, but given her current situation, especially Xie Jing's previous attitude, there were many things she couldn't do.

"Okay," Xie Qingyang said. "I'll ask around and find out what happened."

After hanging up the phone, Xie Qingyang first asked his assistant Zhang to inquire about it, and soon realized that something was wrong.

—This doesn't sound like typical business competition.

She suddenly remembered that not long ago, on a whim, she took Wei Jing to the old house, only to run into her father, which led to a series of unpleasant conversations.

...Did Xie Jing make this?