Chapter 245: Batch H6 Progesterone Injection
Hong Kong experienced continuous rain for days, and the temperature plummeted.
Mo Family members accompanied Singapore government personnel on a private jet to Hong Kong for formal negotiations regarding Mo Shicheng’s extradition treaty.
Lian Yingying received them on behalf of Mo Shifu and Lin Xianzi.
As the vehicle left the street near the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital, Lian Yingying gazed at the rearview mirror for a long while.
The driver noticed, “Miss, this is Old Mr. Mo’s private car. No one is following, and there’s no danger.”
Lian Yingying gave a faint smile and lowered her eyes.
She knew there was no danger. Lin Xianzi controlled Qi Province and Far East Pharmaceutical, and the Lin family was eager to delay the extradition.
There was no time, no energy, and certainly no need to monitor her anymore.
After all, that Lian Cheng from Qi Province was returning.
Whether she was a decorative piece or a hidden threat, she no longer mattered.
“After picking up my uncle, can I see him?”
“Of course.” The driver was Mo Shifu’s confidant. “According to the law, before we begin extradition negotiations, we have the right to confirm Mr. Mo Shicheng’s current condition.”
Lian Yingying clenched the hem of her clothes. “Can I see him?”
The driver looked up and glanced at the rearview mirror. “I cannot reply to you. If you directly contact Mr. Mo Shicheng, the Lin family will discover it. Moreover, our time to meet with Mr. Mo Shicheng is limited, with priority given to government extradition personnel and lawyers.”
With the Lin family involved, Mo Shicheng had not been convicted and was detained at the highly secure Lai Chi Kok Reception Centre. Yesterday, at the strong request of the Singaporean side, he was transferred to the less secure Castle Peak Bay Immigration Centre.
Hong Kong’s wealthy families were a mixed bag, with constant power struggles. This Correctional Services Department was outside the Lin family’s sphere of influence, and some information that could not be disclosed was being exchanged during this tight timeframe.
Lian Yingying forced a smile, refusing to give up.
“What if there is remaining time? Uncle Gu Zhoushan has a few words he’d like me to relay to my second uncle. As for the Lin family—”
Lian Yingying paused slightly. “You could say my grandfather asked me to see my second uncle.”
The driver turned his head to glance at her. Lian Yingying met his gaze without flinching.
After a long while, the driver said, “I will request permission from Old Mr. Mo.”
They arrived at Castle Peak Bay.
Lian Yingying waited anxiously downstairs. With only three minutes left until the scheduled meeting time, the driver finally appeared.
“Your uncle handled the Liang Family’s press conference brilliantly,” the driver informed her. “Old Mr. Mo asked me to tell you that the Mo family never mistreats its subordinates. Whatever happens in the future, you can rest assured.”
Subordinates.
In ancient times, attendants and followers of high officials and nobles.
Lian Yingying’s fingernails dug into her palm, the skin and flesh stinging sharply. It felt as if she were a maidservant adorned in gold, her disguise brutally stripped away, a burning sensation spreading through her chest cavity.
Upon entering the meeting area, there were no guards. Mo Shicheng was lounging casually, with his legs crossed, swirling champagne in his glass, and his gaze pierced through her discontent.
“Was it you who wanted to see me, or your uncle?”
Lian Yingying stood stiffly. “Both.”
“Resent me for breaking my promise?”
Lian Yingying bit her lip. When Mo Shicheng first found her, his plan was to expose Lin Xianzi’s discovery of the remains as false, elevate her to power, confirm her status as Mo Family heir, and then have Lin Xianzi die in an accident.
At that time, the Mo family would be his, and Lin Xianzi’s private assets accumulated over the years would also be his.
Unexpectedly, the Lin family was fortunate and brought in someone to stir up trouble, inadvertently finding the true bloodline.
Mo Shicheng had already decided not to reveal the truth about the remains, letting Lin Xianzi miss her biological daughter. But Lin Xianzi had obtained evidence of his instigation of the murder.
He could only gamble at the last moment, still expose it, drag Liang Chaosu into it. Whether Lin Xianzi acknowledged her biological daughter or not, he would have a chance for self-rescue.
“No. It’s just…” Lian Yingying cast an oblique glance around the room.
Generally, there are three types of prison visitations: one is a reception, where conversation takes place through a glass partition and telephone in a visitation area. Another is a meeting, held in a dedicated meeting room, where the inmate and family members sit facing each other, with prison guards monitoring from the side.
Given the involvement of Singaporean government personnel, it was normal for Mo Shicheng to have a meeting, a more decent arrangement. However, there were no prison guards present, and there was champagne.
“It’s just that since you’ve turned the tables and won, it seems you’re stepping on your brother’s widow to rise to power. It’s not good for your reputation and confirms those rumors of kidnapping and murder. My uncle is very loyal to you and sincerely wishes you a more beautiful victory.”
Mo Shicheng raised his glass, carelessly and lightly asking, “What do you mean, beautiful?”
“After cooperating with Liang Zhengping, you know that Lian Cheng was pregnant and had a miscarriage in Iceland.”
“And then?”
Lian Yingying took a deep breath. “My uncle tirelessly pursued this. The information from Iceland was sealed by Liang Chaosu, so he turned his attention domestically. He found out that Miss Lian Cheng had been injected with a progesterone injection from Far East Pharmaceutical, roughly between November and early December last year, with the initial batch number confirmed as H6.”
Mo Shicheng paused, his body stiffening for half a moment, then he abruptly lowered his legs and leaned forward, straightening his posture.
“Does Lin Xianzi know?”
“I’m not sure.” Lian Yingying stepped closer. “After Far East Pharmaceutical’s scandal, she used me to bait the mole, but she was very wary of me contacting her people.”
“The batch number for the progesterone injection was discovered by my uncle through a doctor friend of that Lian Cheng, and it was confirmed.”
A gleam flashed in Mo Shicheng’s eyes. He leaned back in his chair, contemplating.
After a long while.
“Jin Tonghai. The person I placed beside Lin Xianzi at Far East Pharmaceutical was Jin Tonghai, a staunch follower left by my good elder brother, Mo Jianhong.”
Lian Yingying’s pupils trembled.
In the kidnapping case that year, it was Jin Tonghai who discovered it and called the police. He then persisted and united with the mainland police to rescue Lin Xianzi.
Therefore, Lin Xianzi, while suspecting everyone around her for the mole, did not suspect him.
“You only need to tell your uncle this one point and have him contact Jin Tonghai, concealing Liang Liancheng’s medication record. The H6 batch of medicine flowed into Huaxia with very minor tampering, unlike the H8 batch later destined for Europe. Have him specifically observe Liang Liancheng’s physical condition and report back to me if there are any changes.”
Lian Yingying perceived his relaxed demeanor. “Then, do you—agree to my uncle’s request?”
Mo Shicheng raised a finger and wagged it. Although he was smiling, it sent a chill down her spine.
“Be patient, Yingying. The biggest beneficiary of your uncle’s ‘beautiful plan’ is not you. But if you follow my instructions, what I initially promised you will be far more than what your uncle can give you—a lifetime of stability and prosperity.”
Lian Yingying’s breath hitched. Even knowing it was just a temptation, her long-dormant ambition began to sprout.
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At eight in the evening, Lian Cheng returned to the small courtyard. Liang Chaosu was not there.
A servant from the courtyard greeted her. “Director Liang waited for you but left for the banquet already. Before he left, he instructed me that if you returned before nine o’clock, the stylist would come to adorn you and escort you to the banquet.”
Lian Cheng paused and looked at the servant. “Then what if I don’t return before nine?”
The servant at the small courtyard deliberately looked up to observe her.
“Director Liang ordered that if you are entangled by the reporters staking out outside, we are to immediately arrange personnel to rescue you along the mountain road.”
As expected.
Lian Cheng lowered her eyes and sat on a stool to change her shoes.
The servant half-knelt to collect the shoes she had taken off, a hint of envy flashing across his face.
“Director Liang truly cherishes and is considerate of you. This afternoon, he accidentally sustained a severe injury to his neck, yet he insisted on choosing clothes for you and sending them to your room. He also had someone re-send flat shoes, saying that if you returned with dusty shoes, it meant you had walked a long way, so the stylist should pair them with flat shoes for you.”
“If the dust is light, the originally prepared high heels are also acceptable. But primarily, it will be according to your wishes; wear whatever you like.”
Lian Cheng pressed her lips together.
“When will the stylist arrive?”
The servant handed her a wet tissue to clean her hands. “As soon as you entered the courtyard, I notified her. She’ll be here any moment. You can go upstairs and take a bath first; I’ll help soothe your legs and feet.”
Lian Cheng stared at the stairs. “Did he also give this instruction?”
“Yes.”
