Chapter 181 The 181st Day of Not Running Away The first day of not running away...

Chapter 181 The 181st Day of Not Running Away The first day of not running away...

Wang Hui didn't get back to his sister's house until after midnight.

Wang Rong had already gone to sleep, but Zhao Qun and his two brothers were still awake. When they saw Wang Hui, Zhao Qun was stunned for a moment, "Uncle, what happened to you? Your face is covered in so much dust?"

Wang Hui waved his hand: "It's nothing."

He tossed the keys back to Zhao Henghe: "The car is a bit dirty, you'll probably have to get it washed tomorrow."

Zhao Heng frowned. "The car is fine, but are you alright, Uncle? Mom left you a bowl of dumplings. I'll go heat them up. Are you hungry?"

If he hadn't mentioned it, Wang Hui wouldn't have remembered that he hadn't eaten a single bite of food yet, and his stomach was rumbling.

Zhao Heng said, "I'll go heat up the dumplings, Uncle, please wait a moment."

The dumplings were heated up, and Wang Hui wolfed them down.

Zhao Qun and his two brothers made him some more Dezhou braised chicken. None of the three wanted to wake Wang Rong, but Wang Rong couldn't sleep anyway. Hearing the noise, she came downstairs. Seeing Wang Hui's appearance, she said helplessly, "Your brother-in-law said he would change your job. I think he really should. Otherwise, with you like this, what woman would want to marry you? You're so busy every day that you can't even take care of yourself, let alone your family?"

Wang Hui, while eating dumplings, asked, "Sis, you're not asleep?"

Wang Rong said, "How can I sleep? I'm telling you, are you really going to be a policeman for the rest of your life? Look at you, how many days off do you get throughout the year? You're still not married, while your nephew already has a wife."

Wang Hui chuckled and said, "I won't get married. Even if Qun and the others have children in the future, someone will still take care of me in my old age."

Wang Rong rolled her eyes at him, went to the bathroom, wrung out a towel, and tossed it to Wang Hui, saying, "Wipe your face. I don't know if you're going to be a policeman or a coal miner."

Zhao Henghe stood by and spoke well of Wang Hui, observing him discreetly.

The next day.

When Chen Bozheng and Wen Chan saw Wang Hui at the police station, Wang Hui clearly hadn't slept well all night, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He saw the two of them, threw the statements in his hand on the table, and said, "We interrogated the Li family last night. They didn't know anything about the car. Have you seen that car around here before? Do you remember it?"

Wen Chan shook her head. "Never seen it before."

Chen Bozheng said, "I know the Li family. Their two sons are honest people and have no connection to this matter."

Wang Hui lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and sighed, "That's what makes it so troublesome. We still can't find Wang Xinghai. I'm afraid he deliberately parked the car in front of that Li guy's house to make such a commotion and scare you. He can park his car two streets away from you today; I don't even want to think about what he might do tomorrow."

Chen Bozheng's face darkened, and Wen Chan's heart tightened. This was exactly what they had been afraid of. What good could drug traffickers possibly have? They all had people on their hands.

Wang Hui said, "Now that the person can't be found, do you have any other clues?"

Wen Chan thought for a moment, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind: "When we saw Wang Xinghai, his group seemed to be talking about real estate in Hainan."

"Real estate?" Wang Hui was taken aback, then smiled wryly: "What's so special about that? Everyone's talking about that these days."

The wild fluctuations in Hainan's real estate market are almost the biggest news at the end of this year, and even the vegetable vendors have something to say about it.

Wang Hui stubbed out his cigarette and said to Chen Bozheng and the others, "I think you should have a good talk with Lin Qingfeng again and see if he can come up with any clues. As long as we find Wang Xinghai, this matter will be much easier to handle, and your safety will be guaranteed!"

"So, can we tell Lin Qingfeng about this?"

Wen Chan asked.

Wang Hui nodded; there was no other way now.

Wang Xinghai has shown such skill, he must be hiding again. If he doesn't start with Lin Qingfeng, it's like trying to bite a rock head-on, and he's bound to lose a lot of teeth.

After learning the whole story, Lin Qingfeng was stunned.

Chen Bo was worried that he might do something rash, so he said, "Fengzi, don't push yourself too hard. If you can't think of any clues, it's okay. We'll think of another way."

Lin Qingfeng suddenly paused the process.

He pressed his forehead to his ear and thought carefully, "Wang Xinghai didn't run away?"

"I don't know, but he's unlikely to leave Beijing anytime soon," Wen Chan said, adding that the police have intensified their search again.

Under these circumstances, it would be quite difficult for Wang Xinghai to leave Beijing.

Given this person's personality, it's more likely that they'll go into hiding.

Lin Qingfeng suddenly looked up and said, "If that's the case, then he might be hiding near a hair salon in Chaoyang District!"

"A hair salon?!" Chen Bo was taken aback.

Lin Qingfeng's tone was somewhat agitated: "Yes, I told the police about this address before, but they said they went to look for it several times but couldn't catch him. The hair salon owner is Wang Xinghai's mistress. If Wang Xinghai is really hiding in Beijing, then the only person he can truly trust in Beijing is that hair salon owner. You must tell the police to keep an eye on that hair salon. He can't be hiding anywhere else!"

Chen Bo and Wen Chan exchanged a glance.

Zhao Heng made a phone call to Lin Qibei: "Has Wang Xinghai's matter been settled?"

Lin Qibei cursed under his breath as he wandered around outside a courtyard house, kicking a fallen leaf. "Damn it, I brought people here, but he's not inside!"

"Not inside? Where did he go?" Zhao Henghe became nervous. Last night, after he had Wang Xinghai destroy the car, he gave Wang Xinghai a place to stay. But Zhao Henghe was not at ease with someone like Wang Xinghai. He had already prepared a backup plan to get rid of Wang Xinghai.

Lin Qibei glared at his two sullen subordinates and said to Zhao Henghe on the other end of the phone, "The people watching said they didn't know anything. They were watching the front and back doors last night and didn't find anything."

Zhao Henghe was so angry upon hearing this that he almost vomited blood. "Are they out of their minds, keeping an eye on the front and back doors? I finally managed to deal with the people at the restaurant, and now as long as we handle Wang Xinghai, we'll all be fine. How did this guy get away!"

Lin Qibei also felt wronged: "Young Master Zhao, don't be anxious. I think as long as Wang Xinghai isn't stupid, he definitely wouldn't dare to say anything reckless. Just the things he's done are enough to warrant him being shot a dozen times over."

Zhao Henghe just wanted to curse. What did Wang Xinghai's execution have to do with him? The important thing was not to involve them.

If he had known Wang Xinghai was so cunning, he would have had his men take action last night.

Why wait until now!

"Knock knock knock—"

A knock came at the door.

Zhao Heng hurriedly instructed Lin Qibei on the other end of the phone: "Keep searching, you must find the person."

After hanging up the phone, he took a few deep breaths to compose his expression before going to open the door.

The person standing at the door was none other than Zhao Qunhe.

Zhao Heng's expression froze for a moment. "Brother, is something wrong?"

Zhao Qunhe glanced at him and asked, "Who did you argue with?"

Zhao Henghe smiled nonchalantly: "It's nothing, it's just that some of my subordinates made mistakes in some business dealings, and I'm still upset about it."

"You can never earn all the money in the world. I'm going to your sister-in-law's parents' house today, so you should spend more time with Mom. Oh, and by the way..."

Just as Zhao Qunhe turned around, he suddenly turned back to Zhao Henghe and said, "Aunt Zhu came to wish us a Happy New Year today; she's downstairs."

Aunt Zhu?

Zhao Henghe's expression changed slightly, and he smiled at Zhao Qunhe, "Didn't Aunt Zhu say she was going to Hong Kong? Why is she back?"

Zhao Qunhe said, "Who knows? But I think Aunt Zhu is probably not doing well. She came to Mom to borrow money. If it's not much, just give her what you think is appropriate. After all, Aunt Zhu raised you since you were a child."

Zhao Heng gave a perfunctory reply, but when he went downstairs and saw Aunt Zhu helping Wang Rong prune the orchids, his smile froze.

Wang Rong was very happy and waved to Zhao Henghe, "You child, do you still recognize Aunt Zhu? Come here, Auntie, look at Henghe, how much he has changed. When he was in the hospital, he was sickly just a month old, as thin as a kitten. His father and I were afraid he wouldn't live long. Who knew he would grow into such a big young man? He's quite remarkable now, doing business in Hainan and making a lot of money."

"Really?" Zhu Simei looked at Zhao Henghe. "Young Master is really capable. He truly deserves to be the son of Master and Madam."

Wang Rong patted Zhu Simei's arm: "Why do you call him Young Master? Just call him Xiao He."

Zhu Simei said, "That's right, that's what they call it in Hong Kong."

"Hello, Auntie." Zhao Heng greeted Wang Rong with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Because of her poor health and the fact that she rarely saw people, Wang Rong was very warm towards Zhu Si Mei when she came back to visit, even though they hadn't seen each other for many years.

When Zhu Simei was leaving, she asked Zhao Heng to see her out.

Zhao Henghe simply said, "Mom, I'll take Aunt Zhu home. I'm about to head out anyway."

Wang Rong was somewhat surprised. She knew her own son well; Zhao Heng was arrogant to the core and looked down on his subordinates.

He rarely speaks to the housekeepers at home, yet he actually wanted to send them home.

However, Wang Rong only treated him like a son because he had been raised by Zhu Simei since he was a child and they had feelings for each other. Therefore, he said, "Okay, drive carefully on the road. Simei, now that you are back in Beijing, come visit me whenever you have time. Don't treat yourself like an outsider."

Zhu Simei readily agreed.

She left with bags full of various skincare products.

When he got into the car, his expression was somewhat awkward, and he glanced nervously at Zhao Henghe.

Zhao Henghe's face was expressionless. He coldly shifted gears, stepped on the gas, and drove out of the compound. Zhu Simei didn't dare to breathe.

However, Zhao Heng didn't drive her home. Instead, he found a secluded spot, parked the car, turned his head, and looked at her coldly. "Didn't I tell you to never come back after going to Hong Kong? What's wrong with you now? Isn't the money I gave you enough? That was two hundred thousand!"