The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

Chapter 1205: Xingyu's Wish: Scapegoat

In the separate meeting room at the end of the interrogation building, two figures were reflected in the frosted glass. The metal door hinge made a slight "click" sound as it turned. Yang Bin stood at the door, looking at Gu Mingcheng's back with a complicated expression.

His palms were slightly sweaty. For some reason, his heart had been beating fast since just now. He felt that this business tycoon being alone with the suspect at this place and time might cause some trouble.

But after all, this was the Gu family's private matter. As an outsider, even though alarm bells were ringing in his heart, he could only quietly step aside, take out a cigarette from his pocket, light it at the window at the end of the corridor, and let the smoke blur the iron fence in front of him.

In the reception room, the incandescent light cut Xiao Mo's shadow diagonally on the gray wall, forming a sharp angle. Facing Gu Mingcheng's arrival, he was not surprised at all, but curled his lips and showed an expected sneer - that look was like a hunter who finally waited for the prey to fall into the trap, and his eyes flashed with a playful light of cat playing with mouse.

He leaned forward slightly and tapped the table with his fingertips, as if silently urging you: You finally came.

Gu Mingcheng walked to the table with steady steps, and the fabric of his suit made a slight friction sound. He pulled out a chair and sat down, his movements were as elegant as if he was meeting a guest in his own study, and took out a bottle of whiskey from his arms. The bottle had a yellowed label on it, and the amber liquid glowed warmly under the light.

Xiao Mo raised his eyebrows and his eyes stayed on the bottle for a moment - this was a single malt from the James family's old collection, he recognized it.

In the past, there were always a few bottles of such wine in the wine cabinet in his father's study. Whenever the old man finished his official business late at night, he would pour a glass, sit in the leather chair and stare at the starry sky outside the window in a daze.

"This wine tastes great with a cigar."

Gu Mingcheng suddenly spoke, his voice was as low as an old clock's pendulum, and the hoarseness from the years made Xiao Mo feel dazed.

Gu Mingcheng seemed not to notice his reaction and continued to pour wine on the ground until half of the bottle of wine soaked the concrete floor. He then pushed the bottle in front of Xiao Mo: "After the plane crash, Xiaoxue always said that she heard the roar of a helicopter."

He took out two glasses from his suit pocket, one of which had a slight scratch on its wall.

"I had people investigate for three years. The black box data, weather reports, mechanical failure records... all the evidence points to an accident."

The glasses collided with each other making crisp sounds. Xiao Mo stared at Gu Mingcheng's eyes, which were covered with fine lines, and suddenly burst into sharp laughter.

That laughter was like a rusty gear forcing itself to turn, with a bitter irony: "So you came here today to make me believe that the screws you loosened with your own hands back then were just a coincidence?"

He leaned forward, his nose almost touching Gu Mingcheng's face, "You ruined someone's family, and now you come to explain to me hypocritically? Gu Mingcheng, do you think a bottle of old wine can do the trick?"

Gu Mingcheng lowered his eyes and stared at the wine swaying in the glass. After a long while, he shook his head gently: "Did he tell you? I tightened the screw."

His voice was so soft that it seemed as if he was talking to himself.

"I think you should examine your brain. Gu Minghao actually faked his death in a plane crash and used the accident to drag me down. But you have to know that he was just a child when this happened!"

These words were like a heavy hammer, causing Xiao Mo's blood to freeze.

"Gu Minghao can ignore the affection for the person who raised him, let alone you two who have been tied together for profit from the very beginning!" Gu Mingcheng finally raised his head, his eyes piercing into Xiao Mo's eyes like a knife, "You have been his scapegoat from beginning to end!"

Xiao Mo's expression was lost in memories, and he remembered that all the details of the past proved that he had been tricked by that guy one after another!

I just didn't expect that guy to be so useless! He ended up in bed before he even did anything...

"You put yourself on the guillotine for money, but that person is still alive because of his relationship with me. So it seems like you've lost money from the beginning!"

Gu Mingcheng pushed the empty wine bottle to the corner of the table, and the bottom of the glass made a harsh sound on the cement floor.

"You think you are an avenger, but you are just a scapegoat."

He stood up, sweeping the wine stains on the ground with his suit trouser legs, "Since you were deceived by Gu Minghao and let the Wei family and the James family return to the historical stage, you might as well bear the consequences together..."

After saying this, Gu Mingcheng paused again, and glanced around at the angles where there might be surveillance. "Some boomerangs should not be borne by innocent people."

When the metal door opened again, Yang Bin put out his cigarette and watched Gu Mingcheng walk out of the reception room alone, with a little wine stain on his collar.

In the reception room, Xiao Mo stared at the half-empty bottle of whiskey. The liquor flowed like a river on the ground, reflecting his distorted face.

Hearing the sound of patrolling prison guards in the distance, he suddenly grabbed the bottle and smashed it against the wall.

Amid the sound of breaking glass, amber liquid splashed on the iron window, as if someone was crying silently.

And in the pile of debris, the scratched bottom of the glass vaguely reflected the pattern of half an iris - that was the feud between the two families that he had never really understood, and now it was gradually disappearing on the cold concrete floor as the wine evaporated.

In a blink of an eye, the pungent smell of disinfectant mixed with the strong spicy scent of whiskey filled the ward.

The moment Gu Mingcheng stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the ward, the originally monotonous ticking sound of the monitor suddenly became sharp and piercing, as if venting some kind of uneasiness.

Old Mo lying on the hospital bed had drooping eyes, like a tattered old cloth, with wrinkles crisscrossing his face. Who could have expected that beneath this weathered face, there was a heart beating that was the same age as Gu Yunqian.

"Hmph, is he awake or pretending to be asleep?" Gu Mingcheng shook the bottle of Bowmore whiskey in his hand. The moonlight poured in through the window, and the amber liquid in the bottle flickered with a cold light.

He suddenly pulled over a plastic chair beside him and sat down heavily. The metal legs of the chair rubbed against the ground, making a sharp and piercing sound, which startled the sparrows resting on the windowsill, causing them to flap their wings and fly away in panic.

With a "hiss", Gu Mingcheng unscrewed the wine bottle, and the crisp sound broke the silence.

An ambiguous smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he said, "Xiao Mo has been sentenced to death. He only has a year or so to live. I just went to have a drink with him and wanted to wish him a happy journey, but the boy smashed all the glasses after just a few sips. He was very excited."

As he spoke, he raised his head and took a big gulp of wine, his Adam's apple rolling violently as he swallowed the spicy liquid.

"I see that boy is doing pretty well there. Compared to you lying on the hospital bed, he is pretty comfortable. You probably never thought you would end up like this, right?"

Lao Mo's eyelids trembled slightly, and the originally stable curve on the ECG monitor suddenly became chaotic and began to jump up and down violently.

Seeing this, Gu Mingcheng reached out and pressed the back of Lao Mo's hand where the IV tube was inserted, and gently stroked the fake burn scar with his fingers. His voice was low but with a hint of chill: "Why can't people face the evil thoughts in their hearts with dignity?"

As he spoke, he slowly moved closer to Lao Mo, his voice getting deeper and deeper, as if coming from an ice cellar: "It was obviously the James family who didn't want the family of three to go back, but in the end, it was my wife who had the nightmare."

As he spoke, whiskey flowed out of the bottle uncontrollably, soaking the bed sheets and leaving a dark stain on Lao Mo's chest, like a strangely blooming flower.