Street Hustler and His Policewoman Wife

Chen Xiao brought Old Gui here.

And when he openly talked to Liu Chuan about those things, Lin Xi knew Chen Xiao was planning to expose Old Gui.

From Lin Xi’s perspective, she felt Chen Xiao was not being rational with this move.

Old Gui’s identity now seemed more like a pawn placed by the opposition.

If this pawn is used well, it might yield unexpected results.

However, after Hong Mei’s sharp words, Lin Xi started to reconsider seriously.

Chen Xiao surely can’t be unaware of this, yet he chose to reveal it at this point with other intentions.

As Old Gui leaned against the wall, losing his composure, Chen Xiao finally spoke.

He walked up to Old Gui, grabbing his arm as if to support his collapsing body.

"Old Gui, do you know what it feels like inside when I’m suspicious?"

Old Gui lifted his head with a dazed look, eyes full of mixed emotions.

Regret.

Agony.

Struggle.

And even a wish to die.

Chen Xiao sighed, looking coldly at Ah Qin:

"When a person makes a mistake once, as long as it doesn’t affect others, they’ll eventually get better enduring it themselves one day."

"The same mistake made twice, and completely corrected, the person will still improve someday."

"But do you know how many times you’ve been wrong? Since the day Guo Qing chopped off Ah Qin’s hand, you’ve been repeating this mistake every single day since."

"Yes, emotions are irrational; what touches the heart is what touches the heart, and the heart is the hardest thing to change. But you should see clearly that being infatuated and being disgraceful are two different things."

"Earlier, Liu Chuan, his longing for Jiang Cai over the years is perhaps infatuation. But your constant longing for this woman called Ah Qin is disgraceful!"

"Such a woman thrown into a trash heap would be considered stinky by the garbage, don’t you understand?"

Chen Xiao spoke seriously.

Yet, blood trickled from the corner of Old Gui’s mouth.

His heart was so filled with shame and regret that he wasn’t even aware he had bitten his lip to bleeding.

His tightly clenched fists had dug nails into his flesh, palm all crimson.

"Think it over, what should you do?" Chen Xiao threw the question back to Old Gui.

The latter looked up again with eyes full of despair, saying:

"I can repay my debt to President Guo and President Chen with my death!"

Chen Xiao frowned: "Is your life really that valuable?"

"I..." Old Gui was speechless for a moment.

Chen Xiao continued with a grim face: "The value of your life depends on what you plan to do next."

Then Chen Xiao looked at Hong Mei: "Sister Mei, please take her back, and as for what she should do afterward, I trust you can arrange it."

Hong Mei smiled and nodded: "Rest assured, President Chen, I can handle it."

Soon, Hong Mei dragged away Ah Qin, who was still yelling.

Old Gui glanced over, but he couldn’t care about Ah Qin now, or perhaps he was already heartbroken.

Chen Xiao pulled the collapsed Old Gui back to his feet.

"Do you know why I asked Hong Mei to send Ah Qin back to West Gate again?"

Old Gui was not a foolish person.

With a little thinking, he understood the reason.

"I understand, President Chen wants me to keep it going and provide useful information for you later."

"Yes, and not entirely. You’ve been following me in investigating this case, so I think you should know what kind of person my opponent is, and I’m quite certain you’ve never actually seen the person you’re contacting, right?"

Old Gui looked at Chen Xiao in surprise: "Yes, like you always suspected Huang Zhao, but the person I received the call from didn’t sound like Huang Zhao, and I think I’ve never seen that person."

"Who contacts you is vital, but knowing that still isn’t helpful; his caution prevents him from exposing himself directly to you, or I would’ve had you reveal him long ago."

Old Gui was puzzled: "Given that, what use does President Chen see me having? Ah Qin has already been brought here, and she even lost a hand. That person first got to me through Ah Qin."

"That process doesn’t surprise me; anyone thinking logically knows to do that. And the person connecting with you might not even know what they’re helping with."

Chen Xiao said with a smile, while Old Gui hesitated and said: "Please just tell me directly, President Chen, what exactly should I do?"

"If he continues to contact you, then keep delivering messages for him. And I think he should know I’ve been suspecting Huang Zhao by now?"

"I sold that information for a million."

Chen Xiao froze, then shook his head: "That information is worth more than a million. How much did you give to Ah Qin?"

"Actually, Ah Qin and I hadn’t been in contact for a while until she somehow found my contact information later and asked for rescue. Initially, I didn’t believe it until someone sent me a video, and in desperation, I fell into their trap."

"At first, the money I saved up dealt with it, but eventually it wasn’t enough, and then you know the rest," Old Gui said, then hesitated to ask:

"President Chen, can I ask how you noticed I was suspicious?"

"You asked too many questions at the airport."

Old Gui chuckled bitterly: "Surely with someone clever like President Chen, there’s either sincerity or great caution."

"It’s useless to dwell on this. Moving forward, just act like nothing happened. The effect I want was never about any benefit you could bring me; your purpose is merely to keep the opposition guessing my intentions. And you can let him know that Qin Fei has people keeping an eye on him."

Upon hearing this, even Lin Xi’s expression changed.

"Honey, won’t this be too risky?"

"I need to confirm some things, and this is the best way. Make him guess my thoughts while wavering over Old Gui’s intel, and his mindset will start to unravel. Once he’s confused, I’ll seize the chance for a fatal strike!"

Lin Xi still worried, while Old Gui asked: "When should I pass the information?"

"After you leave the teahouse."

"Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell him everything today? Doing so would ruin your whole plan."

Old Gui looked quietly, while Chen Xiao asked back: "Do you dare to repeat that in front of Guo Qing?"

Old Gui lowered his head again.

Chen Xiao asked no more, tossing the car keys to Old Gui, who then got up and walked out to drive.

Once he left, Lin Xi squinted as she stared at his back, asking Chen Xiao: "Honey, you’ve got another trick up your sleeve, right?"