Zhan Mohan had already sat down on the sofa opposite. "Yichen, enough playing. Let's talk business."
Zhan Yichen turned serious in an instant. "Tell me, who are you working for? If you dare to lie, I'll throw you into the sea to feed the fish."
Han Zhen had never been very brave. Despite wearing a high-end suit and having an impressive resume, one's courage was etched into their bones. If he hadn't been desperate and greedy, he wouldn't have taken on such a task.
Scared by the threat, he immediately spilled everything.
"I'll talk, I'll talk! A woman called me and said if I helped with this favor, she'd give me ten million as payment. I'm here today to collect the money."
Zhan Yichen surveyed the villa. This piece of land alone was something this kid couldn't afford. So, it really wasn't his.
Since he said he was here to collect money today, the main person would surely show up soon. Zhan Mohan had Fang Xun escort the man away, while the two of them waited here.
Not long after, the sound of high heels came from downstairs. Zhan Mohan and the others watched from upstairs as a woman entered the doorway. To their surprise, it was indeed an enemy.
"Shi Ming, it's truly not easy to find you."
Seeing a familiar face, they didn't hide and appeared directly on the second floor.
Hearing Zhan Mohan's voice, Feng Shi Ming, who had been leisurely, immediately panicked. Seeing them walk down, she instinctively took a few steps back.
"Brother Mohan, how did you find this place?"
"This is a question I should be asking you. Why are you living here? Shouldn't you be abroad?"
He didn't directly mention the fruitless trip to the hotel that day. His deep gaze made Feng Shi Ming wary, as usual. Furthermore, his seemingly casual attitude left her perplexed.
She gritted her teeth and cut to the chase. "Brother Mohan, if you have something to say, just say it. You knew I was back long ago."
Zhan Mohan chuckled and casually sat on the sofa, scrutinizing her. "If Yichen hadn't stumbled upon it by chance, I wouldn't have thought you'd have the guts to come up with the idea of faking death and pull it off so flawlessly. I sent you abroad to study, and it seems you've learned a lot."
When the topic of arranging Wen Yu Lan's fake death was brought up, Feng Shi Ming instinctively shifted the blame.
"That matter was her idea. You were going to confine her, and I couldn't bear it, so I helped her. Even if it was wrong, she shouldn't have asked for my help."
Pushing all the blame onto Wen Yu Lan in front of Zhan Yichen, even though what she said wasn't entirely unreasonable, still irked Zhan Yichen.
"Feng Shi Ming, if that's how you put it, should I thank you for your help so my mother wouldn't be held incommunicado abroad?"
"How dare you question me? As her son, you didn't speak up for her. Otherwise, would she have come to me?"
Blamed, Zhan Yichen pursed his lips. Although he felt guilty about the matter, he didn't regret it. It was the best outcome for Wen Yu Lan.
He raised his voice and questioned, "Don't try to get away with it here. Faking death was your idea, but arranging a ship and smuggling her into the country – that's not something you could have done alone, is it? What have you been doing abroad? Who have you been associating with? Who is helping you behind the scenes? How did you acquire those two percent of the company's shares? And who bought this villa? Tell us everything today."
Although they hadn't expected the person who bought the shares to be Feng Shi Ming, the financial expenditure for each of these matters was not something she could have borne alone. The person behind her must have had ulterior motives. Otherwise, why would they have helped her with money, people, and effort?
Faced with Zhan Yichen's series of questions, Feng Shi Ming fell silent. Of course, she couldn't answer, as this was her last trump card.
After waiting for a long time, she remained silent, and Zhan Mohan had lost his patience.
"You don't have to say it. You have to contact them, so we'll wait slowly. We'll wait until he contacts you himself."
Observing Feng Shi Ming's expression, it was clear she was panicking now. Since this villa was bought for her by that person, and she could enter so carelessly, it was highly likely this was their base in China. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been unable to find any information about her stay at the hotel.
The group sat in the living room, waiting, no one speaking. Of course, this was a great test of Feng Shi Ming's resilience.
Once she couldn't bear the torment, she would reveal who was helping her.
Zhan Mohan looked at her, finding her both familiar and strange. She was now more resourceful and daring than before. It was a pity that her progress wasn't significant, but the person behind her, who could help her manage so many affairs, must be of considerable standing.
Actually, on the way to the villa, Zhan Mohan had been thinking about Ji Tong, who was believed to be dead.
Although it seemed absurd, thinking of Jiang Si Yu, she was legally dead now, having escaped from prison. Yet, he had seen her with his own eyes. Therefore, without witnessing it personally, no one could definitively determine someone's fate.
When he discussed this with Zhan Yichen, it made Zhan Yichen thoughtful.
He suddenly remembered something and sat down next to Feng Shi Ming. "Where is Lin Jing?"
Feng Shi Ming's eyes flickered. "What are you talking about? How would I know?"
Although Mu Lin Jing had disappeared and the circumstances remained unclear, Feng Shi Ming was the one who executed Wen Yu Lan's plan to fake her death and escape.
Since Wen Yu Lan was so certain that she would never see Lin Jing again, it was highly likely that Feng Shi Ming was involved.
Facing the few people who knew the truth, his expression grew colder. "I'll ask you one more time. Where is Lin Jing? Where did you take her?"
Feng Shi Ming dared not meet his gaze. "I don't know what you're talking about. What does her whereabouts have to do with me?"
Seeing her refusal to speak, Zhan Yichen's anger flared, and he grabbed her slender neck. "Tell me, where is she?"
His face turned red as he controlled the force of his grip. A little more pressure, and he could have snapped Feng Shi Ming's neck.
Although he had lost his composure, Zhan Mohan did not stop him. Like him, Zhan Mohan also believed that Feng Shi Ming was aware of this matter.
Feng Shi Ming pressed one hand against his chest and the other tightly gripped his wrist, coughing incessantly. "Zhan Yichen, let me go! Are you crazy? If you kill me, you'll end up in jail too!"
"Heh, really?" Zhan Yichen's eyes became even redder. "If I can't find Lin Jing, what's the point of my living? Will you tell me or not?"
Feng Shi Ming was terrified. She couldn't die an unjust death like this.
"She's dead. She's been thrown into the sea. You'll never find her!"