Liang's father's eyes lit up, "That's actually a brilliant idea."
Liang's mother nodded with a smile, "Our Lier is the cleverest of all."
"Dad, Mom," Liang Li said guiltily, "The family company is in this crisis because of me. It's only right that I do my part to help."
Liang's father's gaze toward Liang Li softened slightly.
Though Lier had made a mistake this time, it wasn't intentional. At critical moments, he still understood the bigger picture and knew what was best for the Liang family and the company.
Unlike Wang Dahe, who watched as Lin Xuan targeted their family business without even trying to plead for mercy.
Just then,
A servant rushed in from the entrance.
"Sir, Madam,"
She panted heavily, "There—there are pol..."
Liang's father frowned, an inexplicable irritation rising in him. "If you have something to say, say it quickly. I don’t have time to waste here."
After catching her breath, the servant finally spoke, "Sir, Madam, the police are here—and there are quite a few of them."
"What?"
Liang's father's eyes widened.
Suddenly, he remembered what Lin Xuan had said at Wang Dahe’s birthday banquet—about gathering evidence.
Could these officers have been sent by Lin Xuan?
For the past two days, he hadn’t slept a wink, tossing and turning in anxiety.
Later, when the police still hadn’t come for him, he thought his actions had been well-hidden, that Lin Xuan couldn’t find anything.
He had almost forgotten Lin Xuan’s threat to send him to prison.
And now, the police were here...
"Darling, why do you think the police are here?" Liang's mother asked, furrowing her brows.
Liang's father’s face turned as pale as paper. "It must be Lin Xuan’s doing. What do we do now?"
Suppressing his panic, he added, "If I’m taken away, you must use all our connections to handle this."
"Alright," Liang's mother agreed.
Though Liang Li was also nervous, he assumed the police were only there for his father, so he wasn’t too afraid.
The officers entered the living room.
Their cold gazes swept over the three members of the Liang family.
Who would’ve thought this family could be so rotten to the core?
The lead officer flashed his badge.
"We’re with the police. Cooperate with our investigation."
Liang's mother cautiously asked, "Officers, may we know why you’ve come to our home?"
"To arrest you, of course," one of the policemen replied with a sneer.
Arrest?
Liang's mother’s eyes widened in shock.
Liang's father wore an expression of grim acceptance, though his face was deathly pale.
As for Liang Li, a terrible premonition surged in his chest.
The lead officer coldly commanded, "Go ahead, cuff them."
"Yes, sir."
Six officers stepped forward.
Handcuffs were snapped onto the wrists of the Liang family members, and they were restrained.
"This..."
Liang Li’s eyes bulged in disbelief.
Weren’t they here for his father? Why was he also being shackled with these cold, metal restraints?
"Officer," Liang Li stammered, "I haven’t done anything wrong. There must be some mistake—you’ve got the wrong person!"
The lead officer replied icily, "When you were eighteen, you raped a sixteen-year-old orphaned girl and drove her to suicide by jumping off a building."
Liang Li’s face went slack with horror.
How did they find out about all this? Wasn't everything already taken care of?
At the same time.
His face turned pale. If this was exposed, wouldn’t he end up serving several years in prison?
By the time he got out, he’d probably be almost thirty.
No, he couldn’t bear to be locked up for that long.
The lead police officer continued, "There was a top student in your class named Chen Feng, who outperformed you academically. So you ambushed him with a sack, beat him up, killed him, and secretly buried his body."
Hearing this, Liang Li trembled uncontrollably—out of sheer terror.
Even this had been uncovered.
The charge of murder… did that mean he’d be sentenced to death?
The lead officer said coldly, "The two charges I just mentioned are backed by irrefutable evidence. You’re coming with us to the station for interrogation."
Then, the officer turned to Liang's father. "As for you—you stole trade secrets, engaged in unfair competition, covered up your son’s crimes of rape and murder, and even killed a manager in your company."
Liang's father clenched his fists.
The man he’d killed was his uncle.
After his father passed, the company had fallen into his hands, but his uncle constantly interfered with his decisions. Worse, his uncle held a significant number of shares. If those shares were sold to another major shareholder, his position as chairman would be lost.
So, he had his uncle killed.
Officially, it was ruled as a sudden death.
His uncle had no children, so the shares naturally fell into his possession.
He’d covered his tracks meticulously—yet Lin Xuan’s people had still uncovered everything.
Just how powerful were the people he’d crossed?
"And you," the officer said, turning to Liang's mother, "you shielded Liang Li and helped him conceal his crimes!"
Her legs gave out. If not for the officers holding her up, she would have collapsed on the spot.
"Take all three of them away!" the lead officer commanded icily.
To think these three criminals had evaded justice for so many years, living in luxury all this time!
The Liang family was hauled off to the police station.
When Liang's father spotted a familiar figure, his eyes lit up. He shouted, "Director Li! We’ve been framed! You have to help us!"
Director Li was supposed to be his close friend.
He’d helped smooth things over before—surely he could intervene now and get them out of this mess.
Director Li gave him a cold look. "Sorry, but the evidence against you is airtight. There’s nothing I can do."
If not for Hai Liang’s wealth, he wouldn’t have even pretended to be his friend in the first place.
At those words, Liang's father paled.
Director Li stepped closer. "Stop struggling. The evidence against you was handed over by Tianmu Group. No one dares to lift a finger to save you now."
With Tianmu Group and Lin Xuan involved, any attempt to help Hai Liang would cost him his position—and land him in prison instead.
There was no way he’d cross Tianmu Group.
Brushing dust off his sleeve, Director Li added indifferently, "Use your time in prison to reflect on what you’ve done."
With that, he walked away without another glance at the Liang family.
"It’s over… we’re completely finished," Liang's father muttered, utterly broken.
He originally thought that offending Lin Xuan would at most lead to the collapse of his company, but he never expected it would cost him his life.
"Husband, think of something quickly! I don’t want to go to prison. And as for Rier, if he ends up behind bars, his future will be ruined," Liang's mother pleaded anxiously.
Liang Rier also stared at Liang's father with desperate eyes.
That’s right—he couldn’t afford to go to prison!
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