Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s Chapter 2577: 2513: Forced Open His Mouth

Chiang Xiao pondered for a bit before resolving to share the details of her outing that day with him.

Meng Xinian was left speechless after listening, “You only went for a run today? If I hadn’t mentioned returning for dinner, wouldn’t you have headed directly to D State?”

“Hehe.” Chiang Xiao could only act all innocent and adorable. He had warned her earlier against leaving Capital City at this juncture, yet right after his words, off she went.

This was obviously taking his advice in one ear and letting it flow out the other.

“You even purchased a house?”

“Yep, got it for just fifty thousand bucks!” Chiang Xiao replied.

Just fifty thousand bucks…

Meng Xinian found himself at a loss for words.

With a wife so skilled at earning cash, what could he possibly say?

“No surprise I didn’t spot Guan Tiezhu upon my return today. Did he head to D State?”

“I had him deliver some items to Dad and Cheng Cheng, or else I’d worry.” Noticing his expression still somewhat grim, Chiang Xiao scooted closer, rose on her toes, and planted a kiss on his forehead. “Okay, don’t stay upset. I didn’t run into any issues, right?”

“At least you remembered to bring them.”

Meng Xinian let out a sigh.

Since she’d already gone and returned, what good would nagging do now?

Once dinner was prepared, they called Old Meng to eat with them. Old Meng kept a straight face; he was fine with Chiang Xiao, but turned as somber as Justice Bao whenever Meng Xinian was around.

Chiang Xiao stifled her amusement.

“Little one, make more time to visit home from now on, keep this old fellow company. That rascal can entertain himself; no need to stick by his side constantly.”

Meng Xinian’s expression soured at those words.

Was this the fallout from ignoring their advice, just piling on more headaches for him?

What did “not sticking by his side constantly” even imply?

“Time to eat!” He served Old Meng a large chunk of fish.

Of course, Little ought to cling to him more; chatting with the old man served little purpose.

Post-meal, they even drove Old Meng home.

“Join us for dinner tomorrow evening, and the next day, visit your dad in the hospital.” As they departed, Old Meng hailed them.

Spotting Meng Xinian’s face stiffening once more, Chiang Xiao swiftly chimed in, “Sure, Grandpa, we’ll be there tomorrow night.”

In the car, Meng Xinian shot her a look. “Weren’t you planning to catch a movie tomorrow?”

“We’ll see the film in the afternoon, then dine later.”

No clash there.

D State.

Following an entire night of grilling, Sun Han and Cheng Cheng at last forced the man to spill.

“Boss Du dispatched me.”

Cheng Cheng, radiating killing intent, demanded, “Who’s this Boss Du?”

“Boss Du flies under the radar in D State, but back in Pingzhou, he controls numerous casinos. He pulls strings from the shadows; his underlings front as the prominent bosses, outshining his own fame. Boss Du tasked me… someone instructed me simply to verify if Cheng Cheng truly faced no mishaps in the banquet hall…”

The man’s face had swelled to pig-like proportions from the beating, eyes bulging, blood trickling from his mouth’s edge, garbling his words.

Yet, under relentless glaring lights all night, pummeled throughout, and bombarded with endless queries of every sort. They hurled every oddball question imaginable. Silence earned him fists; resistance brought ants crawling on his skin; further defiance escalated to worms, spiders, or leeches.

Among those probes were trivia like his lunch that day, which he divulged, and through such responses, his defenses slipped, until he buckled on the crucial bits too.