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Upon hearing three months, Ke Wenjie inexplicably felt a surge of excitement. In just three months, Tong Le would be gravely ill, which was even sooner than he had anticipated!
Ke Wenjie leaned closer to Ke Wei Qiang and confirmed, "Dad, this time it will be seamless like before, right? We won’t get caught."
Ke Wei Qiang scoffed with disdain, "Do you think I’ve been idle all these years?"
He began to pace around the room. At the doorway, the real estate agent entered after finishing a phone call and informed Ke Wenjie that the landlord had said the monthly rent could not be lowered any further. However, they could pay quarterly instead of annually.
Grinding his teeth, Ke Wenjie replied, "Alright then, let’s go with this apartment. You go prepare the contract, and we’ll head to your office to sign it shortly."
The real estate agent beamed with joy. "Once you finish viewing the apartment, just close the door behind you. I’ll head to the office to prepare the contract."
After the agent left, Zhang Huizhi looked at Ke Wenjie with confusion and whispered, "Son, how are you planning to deal with Tong Le this time?"
Ke Wenjie lowered his head to fiddle with his phone as he checked his bank balance. Knowing she was asking out of concern, he replied, "It’ll be just like three years ago. When Tong Le’s parents were bedridden back then, she will meet the same fate."
Zhang Huizhi instinctively glanced at Ke Wei Qiang on the other side, her worry evident. "Where did your dad get those illegal substances? Are they really that dangerous? Just buried in the walls, and in three months they can cause terminal illness?"
Ke Wenjie chuckled lightly. "What do you think radiation is? Once a certain amount of chemicals penetrates through the walls, they continuously emit harmful radiation to the human body. Over time, illnesses develop—blood diseases are the most typical symptoms, often without any identifiable cause. There have been reports about nuclear leaks abroad; those who went to handle the aftermath often died one after another shortly after."
He continued thoughtfully, "This is a cultured way of killing—silent and invisible, colorless and odorless, leaving no trace."
Zhang Huizhi gasped in shock. "Your dad is quite impressive; he knows what chemicals can kill! Back when I argued with him, he would threaten my life. Now I should be grateful he didn’t kill me; otherwise, I wouldn’t even know how I died."
Ke Wenjie replied nonchalantly, "Let Dad handle this; he has experience. He used to work in a chemical factory and later did some carpentry and renovations. This won’t be difficult for him. However, three months is a bit too quick. I’ll have Dad control the amount of toxic substances buried in the walls so that they release their toxicity slowly. We need to ensure Tong Le gives birth before she falls ill."
Zhang Huizhi quickly interjected, "Then I won’t live in this house! Let Tong Le stay there by herself; I don’t want to catch a terminal illness!"
She pondered for a moment about how Tong Le’s parents had never discovered what illness they had before they died. It seemed that radiation sickness was indeed terrifying. "Son, once we rent this place, don’t come around anymore. Let Tong Le live there alone; if it costs more money, so be it. Consider it a final gift for her—let her enjoy three months of radiation harm before she quickly passes away so we can avoid chaos in our family!"
Ke Wenjie sighed helplessly. "She’s forcing my hand; otherwise, I wouldn’t want it this way either. The deaths of Tong Le’s parents were beyond my control; they brought this upon themselves by not letting me manage the company."
Zhang Huizhi recalled that Tong Le’s parents' old house was still vacant now. "Is that house still empty? Are those deadly chemicals still inside?"
Ke Wenjie shrugged casually. "When my mother-in-law was bedridden for three years, I had Tong Le sell that house; we used the money for urgent company needs. As for the radioactive materials inside that house? They were never dealt with and remain buried in the walls. Dad said they were buried deep enough that retrieving them would require extensive demolition of the walls—and he doesn’t even remember exactly where they were buried anymore. But it should be fine since it’s been so long."
Zhang Huizhi nodded thoughtfully. "I remember you had your dad come to the city to handle renovations for that New House back then; he only worked for a few days before leaving—so he was off burying things."
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