Chapter 593: All the More Reason Not to Let Them Go
Chapter 593: All the More Reason Not to Let Them Go
Within Fatty’s team, most of the so-called burdens were people who knew Tang Siluo. Back in Tiesi Village, she had dedicated herself to post-disaster reconstruction. Much of it had been at Tang Jianjun’s direction, but it was still a cause Tang Siluo had willingly embraced.
At that time, she had managed these “burdens” from a position of privilege. Though she was full of compassion, deep down she still looked down on them.
How weak must a woman be to survive by sleeping with men? And how pitiful, to fall so low—without even the courage to resist her fate?
Yet now, Tang Siluo herself has become one of those very “burdens.” When they came to see her, she shut her door tightly, refusing to let them in.
Tang Siluo began to feel that she had been wrong before. Once, she had pitied them. But now she found them hateful. She had fallen so low—yet they came one after another to look in on her. Weren’t they all just here to laugh at her downfall?
And while Tang Siluo spent her days waiting for Zhang Boxun to come to her, chaos erupted inside the Grand Fortune. Two people close to Chen Chaofa vanished at the same time, and the entire compound was turned upside down searching for them.
“I say, Old Chen, if these two don’t show up on the surveillance footage, maybe they’ve already run off. If they ran, let it go.” Inside the monitoring room, Wu Simiao slouched in a chair, yawning. His bow tie was crooked, evidence of another night of drunken excess.
That morning he had been startled awake by the uproar Chen Chaofa raised while searching for people inside the Grand Fortune. Hurrying after him, Wu Simiao followed him into the monitoring room.
“They’ve been missing for days already.” Chen Chaofa’s face was dark, his eyes fixed on the wall of surveillance screens.
These past days he had been preoccupied with matters concerning Jinmen, paying no attention to Tang Siluo, assuming she would stay put inside the Grand Fortune—after all, where else could she go?
As for Jiang Peng, Chen Chaofa had assumed he was out hunting the wood-type ability users in Fatty’s camp. But today, when Chen Chaofa suddenly thought to summon Tang Siluo to join him for breakfast, he realized both Tang Siluo and Jiang Peng had been gone for days.
And not only that—Zhou Zheng and his men who guarded the walls had also disappeared. Even Zhou Zheng’s family had quietly moved out of Hedong, no one knew where.
“So, see? That Jiang Peng and Tang Siluo—that’s true love! You forced yourself on Tang Siluo, and Jiang Peng couldn’t bear it, so he eloped with her!” Wu Simiao’s tone was careless, his expression flippant as he tilted his head back to look at Chen Chaofa, who radiated a stormy aura. He added, trying to sound persuasive: “So why cling to it? Just a whore and a petty man. My Grand Fortune has plenty of pretty women. Which one do you want? Take your pick!”
Chen Chaofa said nothing. He lowered his gaze, casting a glance at Wu Simiao that brimmed with contempt.
This pampered second-generation heir—what was he, beyond drinking, womanizing, and squandering his father’s legacy?
“It is precisely because they’re a whore, a petty man, and a few pieces of trash—” Chen’s voice was low and grim, “—that they must not be spared!”
He turned, the expression on his face as dark and oppressive as storm clouds, enough to chill anyone’s blood. The two men standing behind him immediately dropped their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.