Fake Marriage To The Richest Tycoon-Chapter 92: My fake husband is...

"I know someone who might be able to help you, Uncle, but I’m not sure if he’s willing to," Qin Zhuzhu said, still scrolling through the evidence against Bai Qianhua.

"Who is it?" Song Muci’s eyes brightened with interest.

"Peixuan Ruxi, the King of the Underworld."

"That guy... But I’ve heard he’s very hard to meet, let alone talk to," Song Muci stomped his foot in frustration.

Then he looked up at his niece, his eyes glimmering with a mischievous smile.

"You’re familiar with him, right?" He took his niece’s hands and put on a pitiful, pleading look, as if he were a child.

Qin Zhuzhu’s eyes widened. "Uhh?"

In the end, Qin Zhuzhu couldn’t resist her uncle’s pleading and decided to help him.

"As for your grandfather, I found out that he left something for you," he handed her two keys with numbers and letters engraved on them.

"I think they open a locker or a safe," he added.

She slowly took them from him. She hadn’t fulfilled her grandfather’s wish, and she admitted that she had gotten sidetracked as well.

"Thanks, Uncle Muci," Qin Zhuzhu said, glancing at the time and noticing it was late. She stood up and was about to leave when Song Muci’s voice stopped her.

"And I found out where your father is..."

There was an awkward silence. Qin Zhuzhu gripped the long metal knob of the café’s glass door, her knuckles turning white.

"Where?" Her voice was unusually soft, as if suppressing the calm before a storm.

"In the Qiao family. He married Qiao Mei, the daughter of Old Master Qiao," Song Muci said carefully, not wanting to upset her further.

That bastard married his sister, got her pregnant, and then dumped her once the Qin family went bankrupt. He cheated, lied, betrayed the Qin family, and ran into another woman’s arms for money and status. Can he even call himself a Qin? Song Muci cursed her father, Qin Huaici inwardly.

If Song Muci had known things would end up like this, he would never have agreed to let his sister marry him. Men like Qin Huaici deserved to rot in hell.

"Got it. Thanks for everything," Qin Zhuzhu said, then left as if nothing had happened. She relaxed and smiled. Well, it seemed like her uncle had thought too much.

She pushed the glass door and walked out. Once out of her uncle’s sight, she released a breath she had been holding in.

Qin Huaici, why are you hiding in the Qiao family? Why did you watch our Qin family collapse and do nothing? What’s your role in the Qin family becoming bankrupt? Do you even care about your wife and daughter?

Qin Zhuzhu had many questions she wanted to ask her father. Back then, her father was always very busy with business trips, so they weren’t close. Over time, his trips became longer and longer. Her mother waited for him to come home every day, but he never did. Only on festivals or New Year’s Eve would he return, and that was for the sake of her grandfather, Old Master Qin.

Eventually, Qin Huaici abandoned them, squandered the family’s fortune, sold off their properties, and left them broke. This was the real reason the family fell from the top. Everyone thought it was because Qin Zhuzhu gave five billion to Xu Meng. In reality, that five billion was the money she had saved up over the years. It was her hard-earned money—she had worked here and there, been a top jewelry designer, and even won races overseas, keeping the prize money.

Qin Zhuzhu found her situation foolish and stupid. What heiress was she? There was nothing to inherit!

She had been really stupid, and now she regretted it. At this point, she started thinking about Ah Jing.

The Shentu family was definitely like every other family out there, fighting for power and money. She had almost believed and treated that family like her own! One day, they would end up hurting or even killing each other, and she would inevitably get hurt too.

By now, she should be able to pay the compensation fee for destroying his business contract. He should let her go, and they’d live their respective lives with nothing to do with each other.

But somehow, Qin Zhuzhu felt a little disappointed. She looked back—he hadn’t pursued her when she left. Did he really not care about her? And why was she hoping that he cared? She sighed and turned away.

"Qin Zhuzhu!"

Someone called her name, the voice familiar and making her feel uncomfortable.

She turned her shoulders and saw Xu Meng striding toward her, his anger growing with every step.

What does this ex-husband want from me now?

"Why are you here? Stalking me?" Qin Zhuzhu’s voice was cold.

"Stalking you? Don’t think too highly of yourself," he scoffed, his eyes boring into her with contempt and disgust.

"I want to know where my sisters are! How are they? What did you do to them?!"

Qin Zhuzhu was thrown into confusion. She looked at him as if he had grown two horns on his head.

"What are you talking about? I don’t know," she said.

"Don’t play dumb! You know where they are! Shentu Jing, your beloved husband, kidnapped them and threatened me with their lives. Don’t tell me you didn’t ask him?" Xu Meng sneered at her.

"W-what? S-Shentu Jing?" Qin Zhuzhu was shocked.

"Don’t pretend! He kidnapped them!" Xu Meng shook her violently. "Where are they?!"

He glared at her ferociously, almost baring his teeth. She realized he was serious. This was no joke!

Shentu Jing? Ah Jing? Stinky Jing? She repeated his name in her head until it started to make sense.

No wonder! The family I’ve been living with is the prestigious and top family in the country!

My fake husband is the CEO of the Shentu Group, the tycoon of Shengjing.

Oh, fuck! I didn’t know my husband was this powerful! Now what?