Love You Till the End-Chapter 965 - 964: Life Is Still Beautiful

"Forgot the key, and the phone is turned off."

"Well, you can come to me from now on. I’m actually a light sleeper, so if you knock, I’ll hear it," Chen Qian said with a smile.

Su Jiuyi felt a warmth in her heart. She had now left that high-esteemed aristocratic society and came to the "human world" of the poor to work as a handyman. At first, she was mocked, but later she met many kind-hearted people.

For example, Qi Jingren, who laughed with her at Ciaos, complaining and playing together. And now Chen Qian, just an ordinary little maid, yet had a smile as warm as the sun.

Life was really quite beautiful.

*

The incident of the Green Group’s general manager Zhao Ren being assassinated in the early morning caused a stir in the business circle.

Early in the morning, Mr. Song hurried to the company. Song Zhike yawned as he looked at the newspaper on the corner of the table. Last night, he was woken by a phone call to hack into a district’s surveillance camera. Although extremely tired, he didn’t slack off. But when deleting the records, a box suddenly popped up.

Just a box, without "OK" or "Cancel" buttons, and the code on it was symbols he couldn’t understand.

It wasn’t code used for programming, it looked like a foreign language.

As he planned to take a picture with his phone to study it later, Qin Shaobai called again asking to check the surveillance at another gate of the district. Just as he was about to open another window to hack, the box disappeared.

Later, he found that the surveillance at that gate was also tampered with, just like the traces in Ciaos’ surveillance room last time.

Could it be caused by that strange language?

Song Zhike drank the milk from his cup and, seeing the name of the witness, Ms. Q, in the newspaper, smirked, planning to go back to his room to catch up on sleep, saving energy for the potential fierce battle ahead.

Press conference.

"Chairman Zhao, could you comment on your son’s assassination?" A reporter holding a microphone asked Zhao Ren’s father.

"Some say you provoked an illegal organization, is that true?"

"Did one of your recent projects provoke an underground organization? Could you please respond?"

Standing backstage at the Green Group’s press hall, Mr. Song shook his head and looked at Mr. Zhao, who clearly hadn’t gotten over the grief yet. Facing the reporters’ questions, he could only choose silence, having no words to say.

He was equally surprised by the police call early in the morning. Mrs. Zhao’s heart condition relapsed on the spot and she was sent to the hospital, Green Group’s stock plummeted, rumors were flying outside, so he could only agree to let the lawyer host the press conference first.

"This incident is a small reshuffle in the business world since Zhao Ren closed quite a few deals. Now that he’s been killed, those partners will surely be restless," Su Zhenxiong said, taking a puff of his cigarette and slowly blowing out smoke rings.

"From what I know, you seem to have a deal with him too," Mr. Song said with a smile.

"Yes, all the project stocks that collaborated with Green are falling now. I’m afraid that project will have no income for the time being."

"This kid Zhao Ren was pretty honest usually. Who do you think he could have offended?"

Smiling, Xiao Chen, who had been watching the screen, said, "Uncle Su, don’t be deceived by appearances. In today’s society, how many people aren’t two-faced?"

"Hmm," Mr. Song nodded, "I agree with Xiao Chen’s viewpoint."