Official excuse: I was sent to work at the grassroots level for training, and Hou Liangping arrested

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Zhong Xiaoai's face darkened, and she shouted, "Hou Liangping! I came to see you out of kindness, and you treat me like this..."

"Fine, you're not going to eat. I'll call my dad when I get back and have him arrange for us to get a divorce."

Hou Liangping's pupils suddenly contracted, and he was shocked: "Divorce? No, absolutely not, Xiao Ai."

It's important to understand that if this were to happen, Hou Liangping's political future would be completely ruined.

Hou Liangping knew in his heart that there must be a more complex conspiracy behind this. Once divorced, he would be in an even more passive position, not only would his personal reputation be damaged, but his political career might also come to an end. He held Zhong Xiaoai's hand tightly, his tone urgent and sincere: "Xiaoai, don't be impulsive. We shouldn't be deceived by appearances. There must be something wrong here. We need to face it together now, instead of solving the problem with divorce."

Zhong Xiaoai looked at Hou Liangping's anxious yet determined eyes, paused for a moment, and then a hint of panic flashed across her face, but she quickly regained her tough expression: "Hou Liangping, are you going to eat this meal or not? Don't you even listen to me anymore?"

Hou Liangping took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He looked at Zhong Xiaoai with a firm gaze and said, "Xiaoai, I really can't eat this right now. We need to figure things out first. Once the truth comes out, I'll eat whatever you give me."

Seeing Hou Liangping's resolute attitude, Zhong Xiaoai suddenly burst into tears. Between sobs, she said, "Hou Liangping, how could you doubt me like this? I came to see you with my big belly and brought you food, and this is how you treat me."

Hou Liangping felt a pang of pain in his heart as he looked at the weeping Zhong Xiaoai. He gently pulled her into his arms and whispered to comfort her, "Xiaoai, I don't doubt you, it's just that this matter is too unusual. We must find out the truth and clear our names."

Zhong Xiaoai sobbed in Hou Liangping's arms for a while, then gradually stopped crying. She raised her head and looked at Hou Liangping with tearful eyes: "Liangping, what should we do now?"

Hou Liangping pondered for a moment and said, "Let's not make a fuss about this for now, but investigate it secretly. Let's see who's behind this and trying to frame us."

Zhong Xiaoai nodded: "Okay, Liangping, I'll listen to you. It's just our baby..." As she spoke, she gently stroked her belly again.

Hou Liangping looked tenderly at Zhong Xiaoai's belly and said, "Xiaoai, don't worry, for our baby's sake, I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly and bring us peace."

Zhong Xiaoai's lips curled into a cold smile: "Hou Liangping, are you going to eat or not? If you don't, I'm calling my dad right now. We're getting a divorce."

"We don't need your signature, we'll see you in court."

Hou Liangping panicked immediately: "I'll eat, I'll eat. Xiao Ai, I'll eat right now."

Hou Liangping slowly reached out and picked up the box of Yangzhou fried rice. His fingers trembled slightly, and his heart was filled with struggle and contradiction.

He knew that the box of fried rice might hold a secret, but faced with Zhong Xiaoai's threat, he was afraid of losing everything—his family, reputation, and future—which were far too important to him.

He stared at the fried rice for a long time, as if waging a fierce battle with his inner fears and doubts. Finally, he took a deep breath and slowly brought the fried rice to his lips. Just as he was about to eat it, he stopped again. He turned to look at Zhong Xiaoai, his eyes filled with a pleading look: "Xiaoai, can't we really face this together? Does it have to be this way?"

Zhong Xiaoai's eyes were cold and unwavering: "Hou Liangping, you have no other choice now. Either eat, or we'll see each other in court."

Hou Liangping's heart sank to the bottom; he knew he had no way out. He slowly closed his eyes and put the fried rice into his mouth. The flavor of the fried rice spread in his mouth, but it tasted like chewing wax, and his heart was filled with bitterness.

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With each bite, he felt as if he were swallowing a time bomb, unsure when it would explode. He forced himself to finish the fried rice, suppressing his fear and anxiety. Afterward, he put down the box, staring blankly ahead, as if all his strength had vanished.

Zhong Xiaoai looked at Hou Liangping after he finished his fried rice, a complex expression appearing on her face—a mixture of relief and reluctance. But she quickly regained her composure and said, "Hou Liangping, you'd better watch yourself."

After saying that, she turned and left the safe house, leaving Hou Liangping sitting there blankly, waiting for his unknown fate.

After a while, the medicine took effect.

Hou Liangping's heart rate began to increase, his pupils dilated, and his muscles became paralyzed. His central nervous system began to dissipate.

puff!

Hou Liangping's lips twitched, and he began to drool. His right hand was clenched tightly around his heart.

"It's...it's poisonous."

"Zhong Xiaoai... how cruel you are."

Hou Liangping staggered to his feet, went to the door, and forcefully pressed the red button: "Help... Help!"

Outside the safe house, an alarm suddenly blared, its piercing sound shattering the silence.

..... ..... ....

Upon hearing the alarm, the investigation team members' expressions changed drastically, and they all rushed towards the safe house.

When they rushed into the safe house, they found Hou Liangping collapsed on the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing uncontrollably; the scene was chaotic. Some immediately rushed to check on Hou Liangping's condition, some quickly pulled out their phones to call for emergency medical assistance, and others hurriedly reported the emergency to their superiors.

"Quick, move him to a well-ventilated area!" an experienced investigator shouted.

The crowd hurriedly carried Hou Liangping to an open space nearby, trying to give him some fresh air. By this time, Hou Liangping's consciousness was fading; he could only feel the surrounding sounds growing fainter and fainter, and everything before his eyes was becoming indistinct.

"Hang in there, Hou Liangping, the ambulance is on its way!" His colleagues shouted anxiously, trying to keep him conscious. But Hou Liangping's body grew weaker and weaker, and each breath was extremely difficult.

A moment later, the sound of an ambulance siren came from afar.

Medical personnel quickly jumped out of the vehicle and rushed into the safe house with emergency equipment. They immediately began emergency treatment on Hou Liangping, checking his heart rate and blood pressure, and performing CPR and other first aid measures.

"The patient's poisoning is severe; he must be taken to the hospital immediately for further treatment!" the doctor shouted. Hou Liangping was then lifted into the ambulance, which sped off towards the hospital.

On the way to the hospital, the medical staff didn't dare to stop for a moment, continuously performing various emergency procedures on Hou Liangping. Meanwhile, the investigation team members sat in another car, closely following the ambulance, their faces filled with worry and anger.

"We must get to the bottom of this. We absolutely cannot let Hou Liangping suffer such a terrible fate in vain!" a colleague said through gritted teeth.

“That’s right, there must be a huge conspiracy behind this, we must find out who’s behind it!” The others echoed, and a tense and angry atmosphere filled the car.

Meanwhile, the hospital was prepared to receive critically ill patients. When the ambulance arrived, Hou Liangping was quickly wheeled into the emergency room. The emergency room door closed tightly, and the red "Operating" light illuminated, as if announcing that a fierce battle with death was about to begin.

It turns out that the drug Zhong Xiaoai administered was scopolamine.

This medicine is used as a sedative. However, if the dosage is too high...

It would become a poison, more potent than anthrax; even a slight overdose could be fatal.

Three hours later, Hou Liangping survived after emergency treatment. However, he still needed to be admitted to the ICU.

207. Zhong Xiaoai escapes Handong.

Jingle Bell! !

In a budget hotel in Luzhou City, Zhong Zhengguo's phone suddenly rang.

Zhong Xiaoai's voice came through the phone, "Dad, where are you? Hou Liangping has been taken to the hospital and is now in the ICU."

Zhong Zhengguo's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "Well done, Xiao Ai."

"Don't worry about Hou Liangping anymore. Take a car to Luzhou right now. We'll meet at Luzhou Airport."

A hint of worry appeared on Zhong Xiaoai's face, but she nodded firmly: "Understood, Dad. I'll leave immediately, keep in touch along the way." She quickly packed her luggage, silently praying that everything would go smoothly.

Zhong Zhengguo hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and looked resolutely out the window.

Hou Liangping, don't blame me. He knew this move was crucial; success or failure hinged on it. Outside the window, night deepened, and the streetlights flickered, as if bearing witness to his determination.

Zhong Zhengguo silently thought to himself, "For a greater goal, necessary sacrifices are inevitable."

　"557"—but it's uncertain whether Hou Liangping can pull through.

That's not important now; what matters is that Zhong Xiaoai and I must leave Handong Province as soon as possible.

Leave this political vortex.

Zhong Zhengguo quickly organized the documents, locked the door, and hurried towards the parking lot. The night wind was biting, and he tightened his collar, Hou Liangping's smug face constantly replaying in his mind.

. . . . .

Zhong Zhengguo got into the car, started the engine, and the headlights pierced the night. He glanced at the rearview mirror, confirming that no one was following him, and felt a little relieved. He gripped the steering wheel firmly in his hands, as if he were steering the wheel of fate.

Boom~!

Zhong Zhengguo stepped on the gas, and the car sped off towards Luzhou Airport.

Throughout the journey, Zhong Zhengguo remained tense, his eyes constantly scanning the rearview mirror, fearing that something unexpected might happen.

The scenery outside the car window flashed by, but his thoughts drifted far away, recalling everything that had happened in Luzhou City, Handong Province, each step a heart-stopping experience. At this moment, escape was his only thought; only by leaving this place could the plan continue.

At the same time, Zhong Xiaoai dragged her suitcase and hurriedly walked out of the hotel.

Her steps were hurried, her eyes revealing tension and determination. She hailed a taxi by the roadside, and after getting in, she said urgently, "Driver, to Luzhou Airport, please hurry."

The taxi driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror, nodded, and said, "Okay, miss, hold on tight." The car quickly merged into traffic and sped towards the airport. Zhong Xiaoai leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes, and the image of Hou Liangping lying in the ICU flashed through her mind. Her heart was filled with mixed emotions, but for her father's plan, she knew she had no way out.

Furthermore, he had administered a large amount of scopolamine. Even if Hou Liangping was lucky enough to survive, his brain and nervous system would inevitably be damaged and would be difficult to recover in the short term.

To put it bluntly, even if scopolamine is detected, they can simply deny it.

Because this Yangzhou fried rice was delivered by takeout, who can prove that I poisoned it?

Zhong Xiaoai took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

She carefully considered every detail to ensure everything went perfectly. Outside the car window, the city lights gradually thinned out, and the night grew deeper.

Zhong Xiaoai prayed silently, hoping that everything would go according to plan and that she and her father could escape safely.

An hour later, Zhong Xiaoai arrived safely at Luzhou Airport.

"Okay, driver. Here's your money." Zhong Xiaoai quickly got out of the car and dragged her suitcase towards the waiting hall.

Inside the waiting hall, people came and went, and noise rose and fell.

Zhong Xiaoai ignored everything around her, her eyes anxiously searching for her father's figure in the crowd. As she walked, she kept glancing at her watch; each second ticked by, and every second felt like an eternity.

Finally, in a corner of the waiting hall, she saw Zhong Zhengguo.

Zhong Zhengguo was also looking in her direction, and the moment their eyes met, they both breathed a sigh of relief. Zhong Zhengguo quickly stepped forward, took the suitcase from Zhong Xiaoai's hands, and said in a low voice, "Was everything alright?" Zhong Xiaoai nodded slightly and replied softly, "Yes, everything was fine. I didn't encounter any trouble on the way."

The two didn't exchange many words, quickly completed the check-in procedures, went through security, and headed towards the gate. On the way, scenes from Handong Province kept flashing through Zhong Xiaoai's mind; those tense and dangerous moments seemed to be right before her eyes. But she knew that at this moment, there could be no hesitation or retreat; she had to resolutely follow her father and leave this place.

When they finally boarded the plane and found their seats, Zhong Xiaoai finally felt a sense of relief. She leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes, and although her body was exhausted, her heart was filled with uncertainty and worry about the future.

The plane slowly taxied, then soared into the sky, carrying them away from this place full of strife, unaware of the fate that awaited them.

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At the same time, let’s talk about two things.

Changwu City, Handong Province.

Lin Yunfei was sleeping in the guesthouse of the Armed Police Brigade when his cell phone suddenly rang with a piercing ringtone.

Jingle Bell! !

"Hey, why are you calling me so late? Don't you let people get any sleep?"

"Excuse me, Vice Governor Lin... I am An Xin."

A look of surprise flashed across Lin Yunfei's face: "An Xin? What's wrong? What happened?"

An Xin's voice was urgent and low: "It's like this, Hou Liangping was poisoned. He was rushed to the hospital by the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection's investigation team."

Lin Yunfei was extremely surprised: "Hou Liangping was poisoned? Who poisoned him?"

An Xin: "I don't know, Vice Governor Lin. The investigation team has already reported it to the police and requested that we open a case for investigation."