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At this moment, the living room was eerily quiet. Mo Kai Liang's anxious and flustered demeanor did not escape Tong Le's notice. Although she had promised Mo Kai Liang not to speak of the matter, it had merely been a temporary means to soothe him. She had no intention of helping him conceal the truth. The conversations from that day in the company cafeteria had already been captured on surveillance footage, and she had prepared for this by recording everything.
She would not assist Mo Kai Liang, whether it was through deceit or otherwise, because he was not someone deserving of sympathy. Perhaps it was true that those who are pitiful must also have their faults. Even though Mo Kai Liang appeared deeply affectionate, that affection was solely directed towards Lan Qingqing, who herself was guilty of wrongdoing.
While love can be a beautiful thing, it was precisely this love that led the originally honest and simple Mo Kai Liang down a dark path—one where he resorted to setting traps for gambling, engaging in illegal high-interest loans, and even resorting to violent debt collection. This debt would eventually need to be settled.
Tong Le had come prepared; she would not have dared to confront him without thoroughly investigating his background. Taking a deep breath, she spoke up, "I appreciate you confiding this secret to me that day. However, I am also aware that your claim about Si Li's inexplicable death is actually due to your subordinates' violent debt collection tactics. That man was an orphan, and no one cared when he died, but your subordinate Zheng Shucai confessed everything."
Mo Kai Liang suddenly stood up. "You’re framing me! You bribed Zheng Shucai! You want to ruin me!"
Tong Le remained unfazed. "It’s not that I bribed Zheng Shucai; it's just that the police investigated your company and naturally looked into Zheng Shucai as well. He’s quite timid; once the police intimidated him, he confessed everything."
Mo Kai Liang trembled all over as he realized he seemed to have reached a dead end.
Tong Le continued candidly, "That's why I'm here today—to ask if you are willing to proactively provide leads to the police. Consider it for Lan Qingqing and as a way to atone for your mistakes."
With reddened eyes, Mo Kai Liang pointed at his chest. "What mistakes do I have? I didn’t kill anyone! I never ordered them to kill! Yes, I engaged in violent debt collection, but I didn’t kill anyone! I just wanted to make some money! I need to support my family, my woman, and that child! If I can’t earn money anymore, what will happen to Lan Qingqing? What will happen to that child? That child will never be able to fend for himself when he grows up! They need me! They can’t live without me!"
Tong Le remained composed. "So you set traps for villagers who just had their homes demolished, encouraging them to gamble at casinos? If they win, you take a cut. If they run out of money, you offer them loans secured by their homes or their families' futures—leading them to ruin and separation. Zheng Shucai said that during your first deal, you pressured a villager into suicide, and his wife followed suit. Do you still think these lives have nothing to do with you?"
Looking at Mo Kai Liang’s unrepentant expression, Tong Le pressed on. "Yes, you may not have held the knife yourself or forced them at gunpoint to their deaths, but every action you took pushed them closer to their demise!"
As the truth unraveled piece by piece, sweat beaded on Mo Kai Liang's forehead.
Tong Le spoke again, "Do you really think that by keeping this secret safe with me you can escape? There are no walls that don’t let the wind through, Mo Kai Liang. Someone has already reported you to the police; it’s just that there hasn’t been substantial evidence yet for them to act against you. Do you still believe all of this is for your so-called family's happiness? How many families and lives have you destroyed in pursuit of Lan Qingqing's happiness? Whether through gambling schemes, predatory lending, or violent collections—each of these is enough for you to face death a thousand times over."
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