Jiang Mingyao did not speak for a long time.

I was covered in goosebumps because of Luo Huizhou's recent crazy operation.

Unable to bear the long silence, I spoke first: "Mr. Jiang, do you still have any doubts about the liquidated damages?"

Jiang Mingyao looked up at me, his eyes bloodshot.

He said, "Qi Jin, have you always been on guard against me?"

I didn't understand what he meant, so I could only look at him gravely.

"Six years ago, you established Kanghua Entertainment, and the first contract was signed with me," Jiang Mingyao recalled. "The contract was very detailed, detailing the huge liquidated damages I needed to pay."

I was helpless: "The personnel of the group formulated it at the time, and I sent it to you for review before signing. You had no objections when you completed the signing. What doubts do you have?"

Jiang Mingyao's eyes were red, like a trapped beast.

I felt uneasy and couldn't help but send a message to Luo Huizhou: "Come back."

Jiang Mingyao suddenly erupted. He stared at me straight, full of hatred in his eyes: "Qi Jin, do you want to force me to death? Twelve billion in liquidated damages!

"You know I want to set up a studio!

"You know I want to hold a concert!

"You are preventing me from having a way out!

"Just like how your father killed my father!"

I felt a coldness in my heart as I looked at his near-breaking and wretched appearance, with a surge of cruel hatred in my heart.

"Jiang Mingyao, you have always believed that it was my father who killed your father," I stood up and walked to the desk, retrieving a folder from underneath my seat and placing it in front of Jiang Mingyao. "However, the fact is that it was your father's fatigue driving that killed my father."

"The agreement signed by Uncle Jiang and the Qi family back then clearly stipulated a monthly rest of four days, with no fixed rest, and if rest was needed, the work had to be arranged in advance.

"On the day of the accident, Uncle Jiang did not take leave or reschedule, and it was during his normal working hours.

"This is the accident report at the time, issued by all three parties, clearly indicating that your father's driving process was fatigue driving.

"At the same time, the police investigated your father's movements, and the surveillance video clearly recorded him driving a taxi all night the day before the accident.

"It was your father who concealed the fact of fatigue driving and caused my father's death."

Jiang Mingyao's face grew paler, but I felt even more relieved.

"Jiang Mingyao, our Qi family never owed you anything. According to normal procedures, we could even claim compensation from your family back then.

"But the deceased takes precedence, even though my father's legs were severely injured, in the face of Uncle Jiang's death, he still pitied you for being all alone."

Once, I deliberately ignored established facts because of my affection.

Now that I no longer like him, I naturally wouldn't let Jiang Mingyao continue to trample the Qi family underfoot.

I warned: "Jiang Mingyao, if you want to use this matter to harm the interests of the Qi family, then I will completely publicize the facts of the accident. Don't talk about the liquidated damages then, I'll ruin your reputation."

Jiang Mingyao's face turned ashen, and he looked at me with disbelief, as if he was seeing me for the first time.

He trembled his lips: "Xiao Jin, for the sake of our six years together, give me a deadline, okay? Ten years! Five years! I will definitely pay you back! I really have no way to come up with so much money."

I sneered: "Jiang Mingyao, I'm sick.

"Mentally ill, alcohol dependence.

"We've lived together for six years, and you've never noticed."

"You don't have to like me, but you can't humiliate me.

You've turned my six years into a joke."

When Jiang Mingyao left, I saw Luo Huizhou at the door.

He was holding milk tea and pastries, and the light and shadow fell on him, casting a starry radiance.

He looked at me with a half-smile and asked softly, "General Qi, you're so eloquent, why did you text me to come back?"

I got up to greet him, but I noticed a slight sweat on his forehead and couldn't help but laugh: "How would I know he's so full of himself, he always has to shake people up before asking them to help me, right?"