77: Chapter 77 Accidentally Entering the Imperial Family: The True Noble Male Supporting Character 38

Putting aside Lin Chuxia's rush to change her surname, let's talk about the Qiao Family villa.

For the next several days, ever since Qiao Zhenghong was taken away, it was as if a stone had sunk into the ocean; there was absolutely no news.

The Qiao Family wanted to visit, but they couldn't even obtain the most basic permission.

They wanted to spend money to pull strings, not necessarily for a sentence reduction, but at least to make things easier for him in prison.

Unfortunately, the money and gifts they sent out were returned unopened, accompanied by cold, icy warnings.

This left the Qiao Family, who were accustomed to using money and connections to solve everything, feeling helpless for the first time.

In the villa living room, there was a gloom hanging over everything.

The old woman of the Qiao Family had bloodshot eyes, staring at Qiao Yuze, while her cane struck the floor with each beat.

"Yuze!" she said hoarsely. "Your father is not here. As the eldest son, you must take on your responsibility and do your best to maneuver for your father."

Qiao Yuze's gaze was hollow as he silently stared at his phone; having lost his father, it was as if he had lost his backbone.

It was particularly frustrating that even visiting was impossible, leaving him with no way to ask for advice.

In the corner, Mother Qiao hunched her shoulders, unable to stop herself from sobbing softly, muttering intermittently, "It's all our fault... If we had treated Chuxia better back then... how could things have ended up like this... Retribution, this is all retribution..."

"Shut your mouth!" The old woman turned her head abruptly, pointing her cane at her. "It's all because you were useless and couldn't even discipline two little girls!"

Mother Qiao shuddered in fear and dared not make another sound, though her suppressed sobbing did not cease.

Qiao Yuze's eyes were red as he pointed to the phone on the coffee table. "Grandma, stop talking. I've already called everyone I could, but there's still no news."

In fact, throughout the entire morning, Qiao Yuze had been frantically contacting the Qiao Family's connections.

He only said that his father had been arrested for kidnapping. He begged those uncles to help inquire, hoping that even if bail wasn't possible, they could at least get his sentence reduced or ensure he was taken care of in prison.

Many uncles, upon hearing it was kidnapping and that it hadn't even succeeded, readily agreed, swearing that there would be no problem.

However, since Qiao Yuze had concealed some details, he still felt somewhat flustered.

Just then, the phone on the coffee table vibrated abruptly. Everyone looked over in unison, like startled birds.

Qiao Yuze was also jolted into action and lunged to grab the phone.

"Hello, Uncle Wang..."

"Yuze," the voice on the other end of the line was filled with distance. "I've inquired about your father's situation. You have quite the methods. From now on, the friendship between our two families is over. You'd better watch yourself!"

The call was abruptly hung up.

Qiao Yuze didn't even have time to explain, and his face turned another shade of pale. Not long after he put the phone down, it rang again.

This time, it was a friend with connections in the municipal system.

"Hello, brother, how is it? Have you found out anything about my dad's situation?"

"Find out your sister! You big idiot," the other person's voice suddenly exploded, clearly furious. "And who the hell are you calling brother? I don't know you that well. You better just accept your fate. Oh, and if you die, don't call me. Deleted!"

"Beep... beep... beep..." Listening to the busy signal on the phone, Qiao Yuze's hand began to tremble uncontrollably.

"What's wrong? Why did they hang up again?" the old woman asked urgently. Qiao Yuze's lips trembled, unable to speak.

"Useless thing!" The old woman was shaking with rage. "What about the Jin Family? Isn't the young master of the Jin Family your best friend? Did you ask him?"

Qiao Yuze nodded numbly. Of course he had asked him. When he called that morning, the other party had carelessly promised to look into it.

Finally, after a long time, the phone rang again. The name "Jin Wenbo" flashed clearly on the screen!

"Brother Bo!" Qiao Yuze answered, but before he could speak, a hysterical roar came from the other side. The voice was filled with suppressed rage and fear.

"Qiao Yuze, f*** you!" Qiao Yuze was stunned. Even the Jin Family couldn't help?

"Damn you, you dared to set me up. Tell me, did you do this to sabotage me on purpose? Trying to trap me?" Jin Wenbo's voice became twisted with anger and pain.

"I only asked one question and was beaten half to death by my father. When he found out I had arranged for someone to inquire, the old man directly ordered me to go abroad, leaving this afternoon. F*** you!"

"Wh... why?" Qiao Yuze was already terrified out of his wits. If even the Jin Family couldn't handle it, could it be that the person he offended was the Meng Family?

"Why?" Jin Wenbo laughed wildly, his laughter full of anger and despair. "I f***ing want to know why too! Qiao Yuze, I'll remember this debt. If I ever get the chance to return to the country, I will definitely f***ing kill you!"

"Beep... beep... beep..." The busy signal came through, and the phone slipped from Qiao Yuze's trembling hand, falling heavily onto the carpet.

In the living room, there was a deathly silence. He had just turned on the speakerphone, so everyone had heard it.

Only two words remained in Qiao Yuze's mind. It's over.

He hadn't expected that even after Qiao Zhenghong had dragged everyone down with him, he still couldn't even find out who the enemy was. Could it really be the Meng Family? Thinking of this, Qiao Yuze couldn't stop himself from trembling all over.

After hearing the call, the old woman of the Qiao Family went black before her eyes, her lips trembling, and she fell straight backward! The villa instantly descended into chaos.

Meanwhile, in stark contrast to the gloom of the Qiao Family, the office of Canxing Jewelry was sunny and peaceful. The air was filled with the faint fragrance of tea.

Lin Chuxia was holding a drawing pen, focused on sketching a necklace. The office door was gently knocked, and Lin Wei walked in holding a file.

"General Manager Lin." She respectfully placed the file on the edge of the desk and began her report. "The stock price of Qiao Jewelry hit the limit down again after the market opened this morning. All of Qiao Jewelry's business dealings have been isolated. As a chain reaction, seven upstream and downstream enterprises that originally cooperated deeply with Qiao Jewelry have already severed ties. Qiao Jewelry probably won't last more than three days."

"No resistance?"

Lin Wei smiled lightly. "General Manager Lin, without Qiao Zhenghong, the company has basically come to a standstill. As for Qiao Yuze, that kind of person is basically just a decoration."

As one of Meng Zhu's assistants, she had a truckload of various certifications, so of course she could look down on a playboy like Qiao Yuze. In fact, in the original plot, Lin Chuxia had almost been ruined by Meng Zhu, but now it was a world of difference.

"Understood." Lin Chuxia's gaze didn't even leave the design draft in her hand; she just responded indifferently. "There's no need to deliberately accelerate it; their ending is already destined anyway."

"Understood!" After saying this, Lin Chuxia had nothing more to add, as if she had just handled a routine task.

The Qiao Family, which had once been like shackles, was now nothing more than a stepping stone in her eyes, one she could easily step over.

After Lin Wei left, Lin Chuxia continued to draw the design draft. On the paper, an extremely delicate necklace was quietly taking shape.

The main pendant was a sprout breaking through the soil, with a brilliant diamond chip adorning the tip of the sprout, like morning dew, as if the tenacious vitality and the explosive feeling of breaking through shackles were leaping off the page.

By evening, Lin Chuxia finally stopped her drawing pen and happily took the design draft with her as she left work.