nucmednet Chapter 79 Fight, Only by Fighting Can We Win
Chapter 79 Fight, Only by Fighting Can We Win
"Protect Zhengyi."
Li Chenghao picked up the untouched glass of soju on the table and downed it in one gulp.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, on the third floor of a gray granite mansion in the north, lies the study.
Li Zhihui sat in a large leather office chair, with a mahogany desk in front of her.
Several documents were spread out on the table, but she wasn't looking at them.
She held a glass of red wine in her hand, swirling it gently, the light shining through the wine and casting a dark red patch on the table.
The game was progressing as expected, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
A man was standing opposite the desk.
His facial features were regular but lacked any distinctive features.
The only thing that caught people's attention was the way he looked at Li Zhihui.
It's not the way a subordinate looks at their superior.
Even more humble.
He leaned forward.
"Young Miss, although on the surface Young Master Yu Bin won this matter, upon closer examination, he doesn't have the brains for it. There must be someone else who orchestrated all of this."
Li Zhihui swirled her wine glass, raised her eyebrows, and gestured for him to continue.
"Young Master Zheng's wailing at the funeral, with its suggestive words, was a logical trap, designed to be heard by the right person at the right time, to elicit an inappropriate reaction. The key to Young Master Cheng Hao falling for it was that one sentence. To be able to hook one's elder brother with just one sentence—that kind of cunning is extraordinary."
Li Zhihui put down her wine glass and leaned back in her chair.
"You mean, the third son?"
"It's highly likely. At the very least, the mastermind behind Young Master Yu Bin is probably Young Master Zheng Yi."
Li Zhihui nodded in agreement.
She picked up her glass and took another sip, her smile unchanged.
This answer was neither surprising nor important to her.
"The fiercer the brothers fight, the better for us."
"Yes, Miss is indeed brilliant. This is exactly what is meant by 'watching the fire from across the river while the fisherman reaps the benefits.'"
Upon hearing this, Li Zhihui suddenly stopped swirling her wine glass.
She turned her head, looked at the man, and sized him up.
Then she slightly raised her chin.
"clever."
She leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs, and stretched her right leg forward.
That foot was wearing a black stiletto heel, with the instep exposed to the air.
She looked at the man as if he were a dog.
"I'll reward you this time."
The man's expression changed.
The humble subordinate's expression transformed into a kind of almost fanatical devotion.
His eyes reddened, his lips trembled, and then he knelt down in front of Li Zhihui.
It's like kneeling as if performing some kind of sacred ritual.
He reached out his hands and carefully and slowly took off the high heel.
He held that jade foot in his hands, looking incredibly sacred.
Then he lowered his head.
Press your lips against the back of your foot.
Li Zhihui was enjoying this moment.
Make the man kneel in front of her and kiss the back of her feet.
She is the queen of this world.
But this is not enough.
She wanted more, stronger men to grovel before her, lining up to kiss the backs of her feet.
To do all this, one must sit in that position.
After the funeral, Seoul's winter returned to its usual rhythm.
Cold, gray, dry.
An occasional, perfunctory light snowfall.
It turned into dirty water as soon as it hit the ground.
The major media outlets are reporting on this.
Only occasionally can you see sporadic discussions about the CJ Group's "funeral controversy" in the gossip news, but the hype has clearly died down.
After all, there were no dead bodies, no corpses, and no criminal case; it was just a family farce.
Public interest in gossip about the wealthy usually lasts no more than two weeks.
Two weeks later, it will be replaced by new gossip.
But people in the industry have much longer memories than the general public.
Has Li Zhengyi's innocence been proven?
This is a delicate issue.
On the day of the funeral, the big screen clearly showed live footage of Lee Sung-ho searching through Lee Woo-bin's safe.
He said into the phone, "I'm in the bathroom," and everyone heard him.
Everyone heard Li Zhihui's words, "Big brother, are you in such a hurry to destroy the secret of our third brother from back then?"
Logically, this should be enough to explain the problem.
A person with nothing to hide wouldn't sneak away to get evidence at their own brother's funeral.
The problem is that the old man didn't express his opinion at all.
Lee Jae-hyun spoke a lot at the funeral.
He said that Lee Woo-bin "really managed to fool your dad, your brother, your sister, and everyone else."
They said, "Having survived such a close call, I've become smarter."
He said, "Since it's your funeral, you should preside over it yourself."
He even laughed.
That kind of laugh that makes it hard to tell if it's from happiness or anger.
But he didn't mention Li Zhengyi at all.
They did not say, "He was wronged back then."
It didn't say "let him come back".
He didn't say anything about overturning the verdict.
The old man hasn't expressed his opinion, so the matter remains unresolved.
Who dares to define it?
You?
Do you dare to make a judgment on behalf of Lee Jae-hyun?
You know more about the Lee family than Lee Jae-hyun.
dare not.
So things will remain the same.
Li Zhengyi is still the same Third Young Master who was removed from the list.
They still live in a ten-square-meter rented room in Kowloon Village.
Still working the night shift at the convenience store.
No one in his family contacted him, no one in his company looked for him, and even the relatives who had mocked him at his funeral and were later proven wrong simply ignored him and treated him as if he were invisible.
It's as if he doesn't exist unless you mention him.
Li Zhengyi sat on the bed in his rented room, leaning against the peeling paint on the wall, scrolling through the news on his phone.
CJ Group's stock price fluctuated slightly for a few days after the funeral before stabilizing.
The management team list on the group's official website has been updated.
Lee Woo-bin's name appeared in the position of Deputy Director of the Business Department of CJ Entertainment, accompanied by a photo of him wearing a suit and tie, looking quite respectable.
Li Chenghao's name disappeared from the column of executive directors and was demoted to an inconspicuous grassroots position.
The kind of job that will never appear on the official website.
But apart from that, there is not a single word about what happened three years ago.
He tossed his phone onto the bed and stared at the 2800 won fluorescent light on the ceiling.
He wasn't sure what his father was thinking.
The evidence is all there. Li Chenghao's disgraceful behavior was broadcast live in front of the entire family and all the company's senior executives that day.
Even a blind person can tell who has a guilty conscience.
But the old man just pretended to be dead.
Not a single word was spoken.
Not a single attitude was given.
Perhaps it's because they're too proud to admit it.
He lived his whole life without ever admitting his mistakes or bowing his head, even when presented with evidence that he had made a wrong judgment back then.
Or perhaps there's something deeper involved.
He didn't yet know what the deeper things were.
But one thing he was certain of was that he could no longer keep a low profile.
He continued to play dumb, continued to hide his true intentions, and continued to make everyone believe he was just a convenience store night shift clerk.
This certainly has its advantages.
With less resistance and less resistance, it's easier to carry out covert operations.
But the disadvantages are also obvious.
Others can ignore him.
Ignore him.
When he doesn't exist.
What he wants now is not to win quietly in the shadows.
What he wanted was for his family to take him seriously.
His father must be made unable to avoid the issue, unable to pretend to be stupid, and unable to sweep the events of that year under the rug like dust and pretend not to see them.
Since the old man refused to give him an answer, he could only pursue CJ Group's business relentlessly until they could no longer ignore him and until the old man had to personally step forward and give him an explanation.