"Hiss...."
"Your family's situation is pretty complicated, huh!" Ansheng exclaimed, drawing in a sharp breath after untangling Lingren's family relationships, letting out a soft whimper.
Hong Ming pursued Lingren's father as if after a girl, but within a few days discovered the 'girl' was actually a 'boy', and simply went with it, directly becoming sworn brothers.
And based on Lingren's account, as well as Ansheng's understanding of Lingren.
After getting married, Hong Ming was scammed. Because of the incident with the aluminum and copper scam involving money, seduction, and her son, Lingren, whose sexual orientation might have been problematic from birth, harbored a clear hostility towards aluminum and copper but had no such antagonism towards familiar girls.
And Hong Ming, who was deceived for money, seduction, and losing his son, probably had no heart for remarriage and treated Lingren as a daughter.
From Lingren's demeanor and gaze, it seemed she felt a tinge of guilt or embarrassment towards Hong Ming.
Ansheng looked at Lingren with a strange expression and at Mo Yiqing and Aiqing, who were in conversation.
A phrase from a TV drama suddenly popped into the little fox's mind, roughly meaning:
"Your Uncle Hong, I! Do not wish to disrupt your family, I want to join it!"
Ansheng confirmed this was a line from a TV drama, but he couldn't recall which outrageous show it was from.
"Why did your uncle just give in so easily? He should have countless ways to get it back, right?"
Mo Yiqing, utterly bewildered, came back to her senses from Lingren's bizarre tales, thought for a moment, and said with a frown.
The car Hong Ming drove was a Maybach, and from the wear and tear on the seats, under normal circumstances, only the driver's seat and the rear seats were occupied.
Mo Yiqing could easily discern that Hong Ming employed a designated driver, but given today's special occasion, he personally drove over to pick them up, indicating that Hong Ming must be quite a successful businessman.
Even though Mo Yiqing was not a law student, she attempted to put herself in Hong Ming's shoes.
She immediately thought about using 'legal' debts to offset existing assets or asset collateral, throwing cash into projects that are bound to lose initially but profitable in the long run.
Although risky, it counts as a timely stop-loss.
"They... took a hostage."
Facing Mo Yiqing's astonishment, Lingren sighed and said, "Uncle Hong's son was taken hostage by that woman, and the kid was still nursing during the divorce, awarded to the mother."
"The scammer came prepared, had a clear target, took a hostage and then carried out asset division, and even provided a joint asset evaluation to assess assets or collections to claim more money."
"Simply exceptional, they literally commanded with the emperor as a hostage." Mo Yiqing gave a thumbs up, indicating her admiration.
This was no longer just a plain scam, but setting up a trap for Hong Ming.
"Hmm..." Lingren sighed.
Due to those scammers, Lingren harbored deep resentment towards aluminum and copper, and her initial contact with this circle was entirely due to her naive rebellion, thinking she could find and tear them apart to avenge her uncle.
The fact was.
Lingren found nothing; their fraud techniques were refined to an unbelievable extent, and in just a few days, they managed to liquidate assets and escape.
"Terrifying...."
Aqing, who had been listening the entire time, finally spoke up with her sole impression.
For money, they could even use a child as a pawn.
Forget motherhood, the scammer lacked basic humanity.
"Sigh....."
After hearing it all, Ansheng's face had an expression as if he had eaten something foul.
Previously it seemed like just wealthy people feuding, but what happened afterward was pure madness.
Unfortunately, eight years have passed, and those scammers have long vanished without a trace, otherwise, Ansheng would've asked the Security Bureau to help catch them.
This wasn't just a simple scam.
But an organized, premeditated, and potentially gang-related threat and extortion.
"What's so terrifying? What were you all talking about?" Hong Ming walked in from outside, not having heard the earlier discussion but vaguely hearing Aqing mention something terrifying at the door.
"Talking about deductions in points for skipping class." Lingren laughed it off, deflecting the issue:
"Momo's friend had an emergency, and we might be considered as skipping class."
"Hmm?"
Hong Ming was taken aback, and shaking his head, he smiled, "Skipping class isn't a good thing; I remember the Xinxing Agricultural Science College's afternoon classes start quite late, right?"
"The college boasts strong resources, and the teachers and professors are really excellent. After lunch, I'll take you straight to the airport! Don't leave a bad impression on those old professors."
"And your friend..." Hong Ming looked at Mo Yiqing.
"My friend will be fine, his parents are expected to arrive at the hospital around two," Mo Yiqing said.
"Shall I book tickets for you to get back?" Hong Ming took out his phone from his pocket, ready to book a private plane to send the three kids back to school.
Lingren chose the Agricultural Research Institute over Beijing Film Academy upon his strong recommendation to persuade her parents.
He knows very well how exceptional the Xinxing Agricultural Science College is, and naturally understands the influence of the professors there.
Skipping class with those rigid old professors is not a trivial matter.
Talking about buying tickets.
The three had strange expressions, glancing at the little fox.
"No need, we can return as soon as we get there." Lingren said with a subtle expression, "Among us, there is a big shot whose wealth can make anything possible, and currently, there's a private jet parked in the hangar."
"Hmm!?"
Hong Ming was full of question marks, instinctively looking at Mo Yiqing, who exuded a rich lady's aura.
He glanced, then looked away.
No wonder the Agricultural Research Institute, a gathering place of rich kids, has such remarkable friends with Lingren.
No wonder they didn't care about losing three million.
"Help me urge Lao He, say it's my niece, hurrying to some place this afternoon for class."
"And another hotpot, have him cook it in the back kitchen and bring it over." Hong Ming instructed the waiter at the door to go back to the kitchen and hurry things up.
If the three did take leave.
Hong Ming actually planned to treat them to official government dishes for lunch, and taste world cuisines and hotpot for dinner in the evening.
But learning they skipped class, how could he care about sightseeing or not, he wished he could send them back to school the next second.
After three rounds of drinks and five flavors of dishes.
Hong Ming led the three of them and the fox straight to the airport.
"I've called you a car service; you can go straight back to school as soon as you get off, and I'll keep an eye on your friend's situation, ensuring everything goes smoothly."
Hong Ming escorted the three to the boarding gate, smiling and waving goodbye to Lingren.
"Your uncle is quite the hasty one...."
Looking at the Dassault Falcon 8X beside her, Mo Yiqing turned to Lingren and made a dig.
They had already asked for leave.
Now getting on the plane to return, and considering travel time, they might actually catch the afternoon class.
"He absolutely sped earlier." Lingren covered her face.
"So... what should we do now?"
Mo Yiqing looked at the two, inquiring.
"Attend class?" Aqing timidly asked.
Mo Yiqing and Lingren exchanged a glance, then both heaved a sigh in unison.
With one soft sigh, their spirit seemed to drain out, in an instant aging several years.
"Sigh sigh sigh——"
Seeing the change in Mo Yiqing and Lingren, Ansheng couldn't help but let out a chuckling whimper.
As if skipping class, you're asking Aqing?
Why not ask if I'm Emperor Qin Shi Huang?