Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 160: You Are My Uncle Gu

Gu Chengjun frowned, thinking to himself that this wasn’t good. Fleeing is the best strategy among the thirty-six strategies. Prepared to escape, he coldly snorted and said, "Listen to what recording? I don’t have the time. You can enjoy your meal slowly here. I’ve already paid the bill."

Xu Xiangbei smirked and lightly patted Gu Chengjun on the shoulder, saying, "Don’t be in such a rush to leave. Sit down."

Gu Chengjun felt a strong force pressing down on him. His legs went weak, and he involuntarily sat down in the chair, shoulder to shoulder with Xu Xiangbei.

Xu Xiangbei smiled and pressed the play button. From the phone came a conversation between Gu Chengjun and Hua Ji, clearly stating that he wanted Hua Ji to finish off Xu Xiangbei. The sound quality was undeniably high quality.

He clearly heard the phone recording of himself bribing Hua Ji to assassinate Xu Xiangbei.

Gu Chengjun’s face turned pale, and his body trembled uncontrollably, his heart filled with both anger and hatred, cursing Hua Ji a million times over.

Holding onto a glimmer of hope, he thought that even if Xu Xiangbei had caught him red-handed, as long as he didn’t admit it, he’d be fine.

With a gloomy expression, he said, "What recording is this? What’s it got to do with me? Why are you letting me listen to it?"

Xu Xiangbei tutted, "Impressive, Gu Chengjun. I suspect you were born an actor. Your performance is truly lifelike. Can’t you recognize your own voice? Do you really take me, Xu Xiangbei, for an idiot?"

"First, that’s not my voice. Besides, what’s the use of just a recording? Can you call the police to arrest me? The recording could very well be falsified and synthesized, not admissible as evidence. Even if it were evidence, it hasn’t caused any harm; you’re not dead, and you’re a big living person, jumping around right in front of me. At most, it’s just a prank, which might get me detained for a few days."

Xu Xiangbei nodded his head and affectionately pulled Gu Chengjun close for a selfie: "This recording won’t keep you locked up for long, but even spending a day in there is extremely dangerous. Everyone in jail is my enemy, and if they know you’re Uncle Gu to me, they’ll take real good care of you. There’s a Big Fatty Cui, tall and fat, who could cripple you with one sit. And there’s Li Sandao, who, with one cut, won’t hesitate a bit to slice off exactly two ounces of your flesh."

Sweat began to drip from Gu Chengjun’s forehead. He was truly afraid, as Xu Xiangbei said, of running into those evil people, which he couldn’t bear.

Xu Xiangbei continued to smile and said, "Last time, two assassins broke into my villa trying to kill me. They’re definitely hired by you. I’ll tell my big brother Director Jiang right away. You’re the main sponsor. Those two assassins are still in the detention center, yet to be sentenced. Who knows, if you go in now, you might even get to have a drink with them."

Xu Xiangbei opened his phonebook, about to call Director Jiang, but Gu Chengjun pressed his wrist tightly, preventing him from making the call.

"Don’t blame everything on me. I only hired Hua Ji to kill you. What’s this about two assassins breaking into your villa? That has nothing to do with me..."

Gu Chengjun stared fixedly at Xu Xiangbei’s phone. The phone wasn’t showing the dialing interface, but the recording interface.

Xu Xiangbei grinningly said, "Uncle Gu, keep talking. I’m recording. It’s not done yet. Do you want to sing a segment? Sing a song like ’Tears Behind Bars.’ When the time comes, you might not even get to sing."

Gu Chengjun’s face turned ashen, sweat streaming down his forehead. Gone was his initial composure. He knelt to the ground with a thud: "Brother Xu, Uncle Xu, please spare me. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have hired a hitman to kill you. Think of me as Xiangyi’s uncle. For the sake of the elderly above and the young ones below, just forgive me."

Gu Chengjun hadn’t mentioned Gu Xiangyi, and Xu Xiangbei wasn’t angry yet. He kicked Gu Chengjun to the floor.

Xu Xiangbei said with hatred, "You think that if you don’t come to my place today, I wouldn’t know you’re the director of all this? Letting your son come back to disrupt the birthday party and forcing Gu Xiangyi to give up the president’s position, you really thought it through, planned it so perfectly, and were truly ruthless. You still recognize yourself as Gu Xiangyi’s uncle. Do you have the face to mention that? Did you consider her feelings? No, you only considered your own interests. Your money."

Gu Chengjun was left utterly ashamed by Xu Xiangbei’s words. He crawled to Xu Xiangbei’s feet, holding onto Xu Xiangbei’s leg, his chubby body trembling continuously, sobbing, "Brother Xu, I was wrong. I was blinded by greed. Please give me another chance. I can’t go to prison. If I go to prison, it’s a dead end for me. I’m begging you."

Xu Xiangbei squinted his eyes, took out a cigarette, and lit it, saying blandly, "Actually, for me to let you go, it’s not impossible."

Hearing Xu Xiangbei relent, Gu Chengjun immediately perked up. His eyes rolled around, alternating between anxiety and hope, and he asked, "What are the conditions? Just say them."

"Uncle Gu, you’re a smart person. My conditions are simple: to prevent you from controlling Gu Xiangyi any further and playing this game of burning bridges after crossing, transfer 11% of your shares to Gu Xiangyi. I want her to be free from the Gu Family’s control forever."

Gu Chengjun was so heartbroken that he nearly fainted, "Transfer that much? Then I’d only have four percent left? That’s too much."

Xu Xiangbei replied irritably, "Fine, keep it then. You think your wife will stay loyal and wait for you once you’re in prison, after you’re released? First, you’re definitely not coming back. Even if, by some miracle, you get released one day, by the time you return home, she’ll probably have run off with some young gigolo. Your son? To him, love is where the money is. Do you think he’ll respect you and call you ’Dad’ when you’re penniless and destitute?"

Gu Chengjun’s face turned ashen white, sweat continuously pouring from his forehead, foreseeing his life post-imprisonment, just as Xu Xiangbei had described.

The fat on his face kept twitching. He gritted his teeth, "I agree with you. Destroy the recording."

Xu Xiangbei blew a smoke ring, causing Gu Chengjun to cough incessantly, "Don’t worry. I’m a man of my word, unlike you, so despicable. Wait a bit, my lawyer will be here shortly. As soon as you sign the share transfer documents, I’ll delete all the recordings."

Gu Chengjun could only agree helplessly.

In the early morning, Gu Xiangyi woke up from a drunken stupor, her mouth dry, her head faintly aching. She saw her sister Gu Xinyan lying by the bed, her face resting on a book, sleeping soundly.

She gently patted Gu Xinyan’s shoulder with tenderness, "Sister, why are you sleeping here? Go back to your room and sleep."

Gu Xinyan had been practicing hard during the day, and seeing her sister drunk and unconscious, with a pale face, she was worried and watched over her. While keeping an eye on her sister, she read a book and unknowingly fell asleep.

Seeing her sister safe and her complexion back to normal, Gu Xinyan smiled with relief, "Sis, you’ve sobered up. I was worried you might need to throw up and need the trash can, so I watched over you by the bed. I didn’t expect I’d end up sleeping here all night."

Gu Xiangyi said apologetically, "I never should’ve made you worry about me. I’m really sorry."