CHAPTER 486: CHAPTER 200: A BELATED DISCOVERY (PART 3)

"I seem to have seen that document," Su Ziceng recalled, trying to remember the document. If she was not mistaken, it was supposed to be about German-made water pumps. At that time, in Pello’s office, she seemed to have seen this document.

"What’s even more infuriating is that on the night of June 2nd, the person in charge of the Jinxi Mine had already urgently faxed the chairman after discovering the first minor seepage," Secretary Wang clearly remembered. On June 3rd, Su Qingzhang showed no abnormalities, which means he did not know about this.

Exactly who interfered with the normal transmission of such important news?

"The fax machine was placed in Su Qingzhang’s study. Apart from Su Qingzhang himself and the cleaning maid, the only person who might have entered the study is..." Su Ziceng stopped speaking, her face grim, perhaps she really should ask Yan Wuxu.

"Miss, there’s something I must tell you," Secretary Wang knew that bringing up Yan Wuxu at this moment was somewhat ill-timed and might unnecessarily add to Su Ziceng’s worries. But if he didn’t speak now, Secretary Wang feared that something unpredictable might occur.

"Uncle Wang, just speak," Su Ziceng also noticed that Secretary Wang must still be hiding something from her. Although Secretary Wang had been very close to her since she was young, he was after all a person from Su Qingzhang’s camp. Before the rebirth, he had always been a silent person, quietly retiring, but now with these happenings in the Su Family, it seemed Secretary Wang could not retire so smoothly.

"It’s about the madam. You still remember the emergency meeting that day, all three of us were late, and at that time, I thought the chairman no longer trusted me, and in a fit of anger, I left the Su Family." Secretary Wang recalled the scenes from that day and felt exasperated. During his time at Jinxi, whenever he thought of Su Qingzhang’s stroke, he believed it had to be related to the scandalous affairs of Yan Wuxu and the others.

"I remember, that day in the meeting room you said some strange things to me," Su Ziceng, looking at Secretary Wang who had been covertly active for the Su Family, spoke with a nasal tone. No matter what vortex the Su Family was in, there were always some people, busy and laboring for it.

"That day, we went to a new property development opposite Golden Coast," Secretary Wang, recalling the chairman at that time, now lying motionless in the hospital bed, his voice choked up.

"Property? What does a property on the seaside have to do with the Su Family? Could it be that father still had the mind to move out of the Su Family home and reinvest in real estate.

"It was the madam who was interested, that morning she hadn’t gone to the company yet, and I received an urgent telegram from the secretary’s office. I was just about to transport it to the Su Family, but on the way, I saw the madam and the young master of the Fei Family getting into a car affectionately, heading to the seaside villa," Secretary Wang recounted the entire situation of that day, including Yan Wuxu’s claim of buying a villa closer to "Golden Coast", and how the three of them walked halfway to the tower, and midway Su Qingzhang stopped.

"Wuxu, her?" Su Ziceng still thought that after the last incident, Yan Wuxu had reformed. Unexpectedly, she was still closely connected with Fei Qing. Her father must have sensed it too, but why did he give up halfway through?

"Are you sure it was Fei Qing you saw that day?" If it was Fei Qing, could it mean that Hang Yishao might know about the underlying clues?

"Yes, I saw very clearly, and the chairman even mentioned to me the night before his stroke that he was planning to take the young master to the hospital for paternity testing the next day," Secretary Wang spoke of Su Qingzhang, who had also made a trip to the hospital previously. Seeing the once dignified chairman now relying on several IV tubes to sustain his life, he couldn’t help but tear up.

"How could this be," Su Ziceng’s body trembled, leaning against the heated car body, which felt like a branding iron, forcing out all her long-suppressed astonishment.

The child of Wuxu, that switched child. The disabled, the child who died in a small coffin.

All had already twisted. If Su Qingzhang knew the so-called truth, he would not have had a stroke from anger.

"I must ask everything clearly," Su Ziceng’s voice, carrying a chill that contradicted the weather, yes, she should have asked clearly long ago. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast a recommendation ticket, monthly ticket, your support is my biggest motivation.)