Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 95

According to national laws, any individual who exploits their professional position to embezzle wages shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years if the amount is relatively large and remains unpaid for more than three months.

In cases where the circumstances are serious and the amount is enormous, the penalty is fixed-term imprisonment of not less than seven years. For the crime of poisoning or crimes of negligence, the sentence ranges from three to seven years. For the crime of rape, the sentence is between three and ten years.

With multiple crimes punished combined, Chen Junsheng was sentenced to life imprisonment, with a 25-year mandatory execution standard.

On the day of his sentencing, Chen Junsheng requested to see Wang Mingyue. To his surprise, she actually went to visit him.

Dressed in a white trench coat, Wang Mingyue looked like a white rose blooming in the sunlight—beautiful to the point that she was impossible to ignore.

Chen Junsheng admitted that, as a woman, Wang Mingyue was breathtakingly beautiful, but she was never his type. He preferred “milky,” soft-hearted young boys—especially those who would cry and plead.

“Chen Junsheng, you asked for me. What is it?”

Chen Junsheng, his head now shaved bald, wore an expression of venomous resentment. “My only regret is that I didn’t strike sooner. My only regret is that your brother had the luck to encounter the ‘Crown Prince’ [Lu Jingze].”

“Had it been any other ordinary rich heir, the two of you would have…”

Wang Mingyue stood up, unwilling to linger a moment longer. “I thought you might have something original to say.”

“Chen Junsheng, your sins can never be washed away,” she said coldly. “Your life is over.”

Seeing that Wang Mingyue remained completely unfazed, Chen Junsheng grew frantic. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Wang Mingyue was fragile; she was supposed to break down after a few words from him!

He roared, “I will get out! Wang Mingyue, I will haunt you like a venomous snake!”

Wang Mingyue turned back, her eyes filled with pity. “Pray for yourself, Chen Junsheng. Your threats are truly pathetic.”

She departed with grace, leaving him with nothing but the sight of her elegant silhouette.

Chen Junsheng clawed at the glass window, screaming, “Wang Mingyue, you won’t have a good death either! You should rot and stink! Wang Mingyue, fall into hell with me! Hahaha!”

Outside the prison, beside a Mercedes-Benz van, Wang Xinghe was holding Anning, while Lu Jingze held Xiaoyang. Together, they looked up toward her.

Wang Mingyue raised her head, basking in the clear light of early winter, and offered a gentle smile.

“Let’s go home.”

She had finally severed herself from those ten years of decay. She was completely reborn.

In her spare time, she began reading extensively. One day, while watching Wang Xinghe and Lu Jingze playing in the manor, the idea of writing a book sparked in her mind. Fearing she might not do the story justice, she kept it a secret from them. Occasionally, she would ask Wang Xinghe about how they met and fell in love, quietly recording the details to weave a story that belonged solely to them.

With Chen Junsheng’s matter settled, Lu Jingze prepared to close the net on the Ji family.

In the past, he had too many reservations, allowing the Ji family to become arrogant to the extreme. They had been smuggling rare earths; and while Ji Yuheng was the nominal head of these operations, the Ji family elders were undoubtedly pulling the strings from behind.

During the reign of Lu Jingze’s father, Lu Lixing, the Ji family had skimmed numerous benefits, rising from an obscure household to a prominent clan in Kyoto. Had they not touched national interests, Lu Jingze might not have acted so ruthlessly.

However, his investigation revealed that rare earth smuggling was only the tip of the iceberg. They were involved in the smuggling of cultural relics and even organized fraudulent international projects to embezzle funds. Their crimes were appalling.

Before submitting the evidence to the authorities, Lu Jingze moved to finalize the trap.

Just as He Zheng had predicted, the Ji family—represented by Ji Yuheng—had invested 5 billion. Lu Jingze ensured that the Ji family won the bid.

The Ji family, who had been terrified that they would collapse after Ji Yuheng was imprisoned, was suddenly swept up in a wave of euphoria when they were told the project from a year ago had finally been greenlit and awarded to them. After all, despite the massive investment, the projected return was 200%.

What the Ji family did not know was that the land for that project would never see construction. Aside from the ancient tomb complex discovered underground, there was a more critical factor: a new “Red-Headed Document” (official government decree) had designated the area as a protected cultural heritage site.

Information of this level was beyond the Ji family’s reach. Only the heads of the top elite families knew it was a trap. None of them warned the Ji family; they found the Ji family’s actions so revolting that they were more than happy to see them fall. To these great families, national stability was paramount, and infringing on national interests was an unforgivable taboo.

These “parasites” would have been dealt with long ago if they hadn’t been leaning on the Lu family’s reputation. Now that the Lu family was cleaning its own house, the other elites were happy to watch and even helped suppress any news of the impending downfall.

Lu Jingze’s team did not rush to close the trap after securing the 5 billion. Every day they delayed, the Ji family’s capital chain drifted closer to total collapse. Others who had conspired with the Ji family—especially members of the Lu clan who had hoped to rise through illicit means—were dealt a staggering blow and immediately fell into line.

He Zheng watched the funds settle and turned to Lu Jingze, who was rubbing his temples. “President Lu, the funds are in place.”

“Find a suitable opportunity and a proper project to return it to the state. Preferably something related to the nation’s scarce resources,” Lu Jingze commanded. Since the Ji family stole from the country, the money should return to the country.

“Understood. The team will handle the operations, but the specific project will need your final approval,” He Zheng replied with professional composure.

“Mhm, proceed for now.” Lu Jingze stretched his muscles. “He Zheng, you’ve worked overtime for a month. It’s been hard on you. Take this Saturday and Sunday off.”

Lu Jingze wasn’t a slave driver. The past month had indeed been hectic, and He Zheng’s presence was vital. Now that the situation was stabilized, his first thought was to give his assistant a break.

“Thank you, President Lu,” He Zheng said with a warm smile.

“Your bonus will be substantial, and you’ll get a raise at the end of the year.” Lu Jingze was never stingy with talented people.

“Thank you, President Lu!” He Zheng’s smile brightened.

Following Lu Jingze was a massive challenge, but it allowed him to see a different level of vision—one that transcended money and focused on the grander scale of the nation’s interests and the people’s well-being.

“By the way,” Lu Jingze added, “our machinery factories and military production lines must innovate constantly. Look at how SF Express’s drone research is being applied to combat technology. Our R&D team cannot fall behind. For a nation to stand tall, its military strength must be formidable.”

“Allocate more for R&D. Recruit more technical and scientific talent.” He paused, remembering something. “Also, keep an eye out for ‘folk experts.’ Some people might not make it into top universities because they are only good at one specific subject, but that doesn’t mean they lack talent. If you find special specialists, recruit and cultivate them. They might provide a different breakthrough.”

“Find them, guarantee their financial security, and let them focus solely on research.”

He Zheng nodded. “Understood, President Lu. The team will have a proposal ready by next week.”

“No rush. I said you’re on vacation. Make it the week after next.” Lu Jingze cracked his neck. “And don’t forget, you said you’d invite me and my ‘Brother’ [Wang Xinghe] to your house for dinner.”

He Zheng took a deep breath. The boss actually remembered. “Alright. I’ll go home and ask my wife for instructions.” When He Zheng mentioned Zhao Yan, the smile on his lips deepened.

“Henpecked,” Lu Jingze said arrogantly. “Not like me. My Brother listens to everything I say.”

He Zheng saw through the bluff but didn’t point it out. “After all, I am not as domineering as you, President Lu.”

Lu Jingze’s metaphorical tail wagged slightly in pride.