<h4>Chapter 123 - The Mafia King And His Father</h4>


    Fu Renshu said, "Mo Huojin doesn''t know anything about the agent that came with Song Jia in the Jiang family."


    Wei''s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Doesn''t know or doesn''t want to tell us?"


    "Doesn''t know. He said that even if he did know that person, he would never expose their identity. Even if it cost him death."


    "Admirable."


    Wei raised his brow. His countenance was still calm andposed. There was no sign of any panic and haste. His gaze was calctive and cunning.


    "But utterly pointless in the end," he dered in a low, quiet voice that could make someone piss their pants in pure fear. It was dangerous precisely because he was so calm.


    "Song Jia disguised as a maid."


    Fu Renshu nodded.


    So it was possible that the other agent might be disguised as a maid or butler too.


    "Find the mole out of the staff. Do a thorough cleanup."


    "Yes, Boss!"


    "Until this is done, none of the staff is allowed to go near Lihua. You will take care of all her needs if she has any."


    His mouth slightly twitched.


    I have to babysit that dumb woman? Damn!


    "What about the letter?"


    The letter that the agent wrote to Lihua still remained in her house. But not anymore.


    "It''s destroyed as you ordered."


    Wei slightly nodded in acknowledgement. "Remove all records that have Song Lihua''s information in them. All databases and all registers."


    His ck orbs glinted in possessiveness.


    "There should be no Song Lihua existing anywhere. There shouldn''t be any connection between her and the Song family. She is Jiang Lixue from now on. Also...it''s your responsibility that none of the people who know her previous identitye in contact with her."


    That mainly included Meng Ya, Mrs. Zhang or anybody from the same apartmentplex as her. Other than these few people, the rest of the crowd didn''t have any closer rtions with her.


    Wei said, "I will meet that cop tomorrow."


    Fu Renshu widened his eyes. "Boss, you don''t have to take the trouble. I will personally handle him and make him gut out the truth."


    "It''s not just that. I want to meet him to give him a choice," he spoke.


    His spine tingled with an ominous feeling.


    Poor Mo Huojin…


    Just then, the door slightly turned ajar and a figure stepped in that resembled Wei. Fu Renshu bowed. "Master Jiang."


    Jiang Weizhe slightly nodded. The father and son looked at each other with the same expression on their faces.


    That was - no expression at all.


    "I want to talk to you."


    Wei didn''t respond.


    Was this the first time in his twenty-eight years that Jiang Weizhe wanted to talk to him?


    Fu Renshu immediately understood the need for privacy and he left, closing the door behind.


    There wasplete silence in the room. So much so that even the sound of a needle would be heard if it fell. Wei stared at his father, trying to gauge his thoughts. Before, he was the only person who stood for Lihua and agreed to her proposition. If not for him, she would have been in a pinch.


    And before that, he met her in the supermarket too. He wondered why. The father never bothered with his son''s life until now. Jiang Weizhe had even specifically ordered him never to approach him and Jiang Yubi. He never understood his reason for desting him. And he never cared either because by the time he began to understand the world, he had already lost all his connections with his emotions.


    Any form of love became meaningless for Wei.


    Jiang Weizhe stood quiet for a long time. After twenty-eight years, he was facing his son, wanting to have a proper talk. He, who himself told to never approach him, stepped in by his own ord to talk to him tonight.


    He finally parted his lips. With a deep voice that was simr to Wei, he spoke, "What did you do to Song Lihua?"


    Wei stared at him unblinkingly. He leaned back on his seat and tilted his head. "Is it of your concern?"


    Jiang Weizhe nkly looked at him. "Yes."


    "Why so?"


    Silence.


    "She is my daughter-inw," he inly stated. Both father and son spoke in the same monotonous way. Even the pitch of their voices refused to budge to give out any emotion.


    "I am not your son."


    The tip of Jiang Weizhe''s brow mildly moved in a twitch.


    "You rified this fact long ago."


    It would seem that Wei was antagonizing his father for being ruthless to abandon his own son. But they both knew that it wasn''t the case. Wei was simply stating a fact that Jiang Weizhe ryed to him when he was young. There was no hostility or displeasure in his voice.


    "As such, Lixue is not your daughter-inw either."


    It was a simple equation. If he didn''t treat Wei as his son, why would Lihua be rted to him as his daughter-inw?


    Jiang Weizhe narrowed his eyes. He pressed his lips into a straight line. "Shen told me everything."


    Fu Shen, immediately found out on his order about how Wei nned her memory loss with the help of Mingshen.


    Wei kept silent. His expression was cid and his gaze was as calm as the deep sea waters.


    "I know why you did what you did."


    Silence.


    "You chose a good woman, Wei."


    "I know," Wei quietly acknowledged.


    Jiang Weizhe nodded. "That is why...if you havee this far, you have to make it a point that it stays like this."


    The light in his eyes slightly faded away as he gave him an austere look.


    "Don''t let go of her. No matter the cost."


    He turned and his tall figure silently walked away. Before he could exit, he heard, "Why did you meet her that day?"


    Jiang Weizhe paused in his steps and looked back. The moonlight broke through the window to shine upon his handsome side profile.


    He understood that Wei was talking about the evening at the supermarket.


    "Yubi wanted to see her," he inlymented.


    It was his mother''s wish.


    Wei nodded. "Why did you support her today?"


    His gaze gleamed mysteriously. He nced at him, giving him a sideways look.