Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 1932 - 1934: Someone’s in Trouble

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Ning Ge meets with Cong Dang, who reveals evidence suggesting Chiang Qing may be trying to get pregnant, possibly with Shen Rong. Ning Ge also learns about Chiang Tian's trusted assistant secretary, and upon closer examination, Ning Ge seems to recognize the assistant and has a shocking realization.

I’ve seen infidelity, but never have I seen it done so ’masterfully’, finding a man who resembles a member of the Shen Family to engage in such clandestine affairs. This way, if she becomes pregnant, from a genetic perspective, it’s hard to say but the child might inherit the man’s genes. And if the man resembles the Shen Family, when the child is born looking like a Shen Family member, on the surface, who would suspect if it’s an illegitimate child?

So, is this not just infidelity, but borrowing genes?

This sister and brother are way too bold!

Ning Ge, full of excitement, touched his lips and thought, if it’s as he imagined, Shen Rong will surely have quite the reaction!

A tycoon, being cuckolded, the green color metaphorically greener than grass, and even a bloodline confusion case appearing. Can Shen Rong tolerate it?

Ordinary people can’t stand it, so how could a seasoned, millionaire tycoon endure it?

In a big family, the biggest taboo is an impure bloodline. Even ordinary folks fear raising a son only to find out he’s another’s illegitimate child in the end!

If the facts match his assumptions, then Chiang Qing is doomed!

Ning Ge smiled from ear to ear, saying to Cong Dang, "This information is valuable; don’t worry, the commission will be deposited into your company’s account!"

Cong Dang nodded with a smile. He never doubted this; even if Ning Ge didn’t pay up, no problem. Given the Ning Family’s current momentum, it’s always beneficial to form good relations. Moreover, they could consider themselves senior-junior colleagues, with Bai Ying as a mutual friend.

"In your view, what’s the likelihood of Chiang Qing’s infidelity? No, borrowing genes!" Ning Ge sat down again and asked.

Cong Dang took out a cigarette and lit it, saying, "Judging by how determined she is to take supplements, considering her status and Shen Rong’s current age. If she dares to act, there’s at least a seventy percent chance!"

Ning Ge snapped his fingers, a small smile on his lips—Chiang Qing, courting death indeed.

"So, should we continue to follow up on this matter?" Cong Dang, familiar with the underworld, roughly understood Ning Ge’s thoughts. Even if Chiang Qing didn’t do it, with appropriate setup, she’d still fall into disarray.

Ning Ge initially wanted to say no need to follow up, as at this stage, Chiang Qing had lost her footing.

But thinking of how she had managed out of tight spots multiple times before, he wouldn’t be at ease until he saw her completely unable to recover this time.

"Keep following up," Ning Ge said with a sinister smile. "It would be best to find a pattern of when Chiang Qing goes to meet secretly with that man at their company—that would be the perfect time to catch them in the act. Plus, how can one resist watching someone’s misfortune unfold?"

Not to mention, the unfortunate one this time, is Chiang Qing!

Cong Dang understood his mischievousness well and nodded in agreement.

"What about my previous request, regarding Mi Shaoan’s whereabouts; any updates?" Ning Ge asked about another commissioned matter.

Cong Dang shook his head. "In the killer world, they’re notoriously elusive, so..."

"Keep an eye out for me. Oh, right..." He took out the envelope with the remittance Cheng Su had given him and slid it over: "Check this out too, maybe we can work from here to see if this is the money Mi Shaoan sent."

Cong Dang took out the remittance and letter to have a look, then placed them in his pocket.

He glanced at the time, saying, "Then, I’ll follow up on Chiang Qing’s case and notify you when there’s news?"

Ning Ge nodded with a smile: "Thank you for your trouble!"

"It’s my job!" Cong Dang smiled, put on his hat, donned his coat, and left.

Ning Ge sat at his seat, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. As he looked at the documents on the table again, a smirk appeared. Chiang Qing, you fool, you’re doomed!