Little Wife's Diary: My Husband is My Boss!
Chapter 217: A Bald Uncle

Chapter 217: A Bald Uncle

Feng Bohai’s eyes flashed with a hint of malice the moment he heard Wei Zheming’s words, but he remained silent.

Wei Zheming noticed this and said casually, "And forget about the Guan family coming to rescue you. The one making deals with you has been taken care of. Right now, you have only one choice, confess everything and surrender yourself to the police. Otherwise, you will face a fate worse than death."

Feng Bohai laughed when he heard this. His laughter echoed through the empty warehouse for a moment before he calmed down and said, "Wei Zheming, you are nothing but Feng Zhexuan’s dog. What can you do to me?"

"No matter what, I’m still Feng Guo’s adopted son, Feng Zhexuan’s uncle, and a shareholder in Feng Group! If you dare lay a hand on me, the Feng family won’t let you off," he added confidently.

Wei Zheming chuckled and asked as he looked at him amusedly, "Feng Bohai, do you really think Chairman Feng would still protect you if he knew what you did to his family back then?"

"After so many years living as the Feng family’s adopted son, do you truly believe you are one of them? Even with the Feng surname, you are just an orphan fortunate enough to receive the Feng Group’s charity."

"Not only are you ungrateful, but you even dared to harm your benefactor’s family out of jealousy and greed. Feng Bohai, allowing you to live this long is the Feng family’s greatest act of mercy," he added coldly.

Feng Bohai was angered by his words and looked at him viciously. He hated it the most when people brought up his past. He glared at Wei Zheming and said through gritted teeth, "Wei Zheming, you will regret what you did today!"

Already in a bad mood, Wei Zheming didn’t want to waste time with more words. Standing up, he took off his suit jacket and tie, rolled up his sleeves, and donned a pair of black leather gloves.

As he walked toward Feng Bohai, he cracked his neck and fingers while saying, "It’s been a long time since I did this. Tonight, let’s have some fun."

Seeing his cold, predator-like gaze, Feng Bohai finally felt fear. He tried to free himself from the chair, but his hands were handcuffed.

He looked at Wei Zheming, fear showing in his eyes, as he stammered, "W-what do you want? Wei Zheming, I warn you, you better not lay a hand on me, or else–"

Thud! CLANG!

Before he could finish, Wei Zheming punched him in the stomach. Instantly, Feng Bohai felt his insides shake, and he vomited on the spot, collapsing into the ground together with the chair.

"Gah! Cough!"

Wei Zheming, standing over him, looked down coldly and said, "You are talking too much."

Feng Bohai was in too much pain to speak and could only curl up on the ground.

Wei Zheming looked at the bodyguards and said, "Take off his handcuffs."

Hearing this, one of the bodyguards quickly stepped forward and removed the cuffs. Once the chair and cuffs were out of the way, Wei Zheming grabbed Feng Bohai’s hair and delivered another punch. This time, the punch landed on his liver, causing him to cough up blood.

"Akh, Cough!"

Before Feng Bohai could catch his breath, he received another punch in the same spot, causing his legs to buckle under the pain. He fell to his knees, vomiting blood along with stomach acid.

Standing over him, Wei Zheming said, "Those two punches were for Uncle Feng and Aunt Feng. And this one... this one’s for Zhexuan."

Crack!

With those words, he kicked Feng Bohai in the shoulder. The sound of breaking bones echoed through the warehouse.

This time, Feng Bohai couldn’t even scream and fainted instantly from the pain.

The bodyguards watching felt chills down their spines. They had heard that their boss’s assistant was a martial arts expert, but they never expected such power. With just two punches, he had made the man vomit blood, and with one kick, he had broken his bones.

Although Feng Bohai didn’t know martial arts and couldn’t fight back, the strength required for such blows was beyond what any of them could achieve.

Wei Zheming looked at Feng Bohai and sighed. He looked at him with regret and said, "I haven’t even warmed up, and you have already fainted. With this kind of strength, you still dared to do harm to others. I can’t even have fun beating you up."

After releasing some of his frustration on Feng Bohai, Wei Zheming felt better. He took out his phone and dialed a number.

A clear, bell-like voice soon answered, "Big brother, why did you call me so suddenly? Got a job for me?"

"Mn. I need you to get information from someone. Come directly to the warehouse. I will transfer the payment once you are done," Wei Zheming replied.

The other person chuckled and said coquettishly, "Since it’s my big brother asking, I will head over right away. What information do you need?"

Hearing her sweet voice, Wei Zheming was calm and said, "Everything about the Feng family and what happened back then to Feng Zhexuan’s parents."

"No problem. But I want double the usual rate this time."

"Fine," Wei Zheming agreed readily. Money is not an issue for them. His friends are willing to pay as long as they can solve the problem.

After he hung up the phone, he looked at the bodyguards and said, "Keep an eye on him. If a woman shows up, let her in."

"Understood," they nodded.

Wei Zheming checked his watch and sighed. He had come not only to confront Feng Bohai but also to gather information. Since Feng Bohai refused to cooperate, he had to face the consequences. That woman’s way of gathering information is not something ordinary people can bear.

As he left the abandoned warehouse, it was already midnight. Fortunately, he had the next day off. Otherwise, he might end up stressed out and become a bald uncle at this rate.