Chapter 801 There Is No More Such a Scumbag in This World

It was only 7 o'clock in the morning, and Yue Tingfeng got up before Yan Qingsi woke up.

He went downstairs and met Mrs. Yue: "Where are you going, so early in the morning?"

Yue Tingfeng said: "I'm going to do something, and I'm going to the police station by the way."

"You just need to deal with... Yue Pengcheng's matter?"

"Yes, I'm going to solve this matter for him, so as not to have more dreams at night. Qingsi hasn't woken up yet, and you can tell her when she wakes up."

Mrs. Yue waved her hand: "Okay, go ahead."

Yue Tingfeng didn't move, and asked: "Mom, you didn't even ask me if I wanted to have breakfast?"

Mrs. Yue curled her lips: "Aren't you in a hurry? Eating breakfast is such a waste of time!"

Yue Tingfeng's mouth twitched: "Mom, I was given to you for topping up your phone bill, right?"

Mrs. Yue looked regretful, "I thought so, so that you wouldn't have to bleed Yue Pengcheng's blood."

Yue Tingfeng...

When he left for the last time, the Empress Dowager gave him a bowl of soy milk. After drinking it in one gulp, he left the door angrily.

Yue Tingfeng arrived at the company first, and at 9 o'clock he received the death certificate faxed from the country M on the other side of the ocean, as well as some supporting documents.

Yue Tingfeng showed all the information to the company's legal advisory team. After studying it, they all felt that the information was detailed enough to prove that a person was dead.

However, there is one more thing. The passport and ID card that Yue Pengcheng took were real. How to explain this?

Yue Tingfeng touched his chin: "This, I have a way. You can go to the police station with me."

He asked: "Jiang Lai, how is it over there?"

Jiang Lai nodded: "Boss, don't worry, it's OK. The time arrangement is not much different from when we arrived."

Yue Tingfeng glanced at the time and set off with his team.

When he arrived at the police station, he happened to meet Ding Fu who was brought by the police.

Seeing Ding Fu, Yue Tingfeng was stunned for a moment. Why is this woman now... so embarrassed and so ugly?

The face that was originally well-maintained now showed a sickly sallow color, with more wrinkles than the last time we met. She was weak, her hair was dry and dull, and she was extremely thin. She wore a faded black dress, which was empty. When she walked, both of her legs were obviously shaking.

The police brought Yue Pengcheng over, "Your situation is quite special. You said you are real, and Mr. Yue said you are fake. Since you said this is the woman you have lived with for 30 years, then you must be able to distinguish the real from the fake. Today, let you confront each other face to face."

Yue Pengcheng was full of confidence: "Humph, I will definitely prove that I am the real Yue Pengcheng. I am not dead. All this is the conspiracy of the mother and son. I must make them pay for their evil deeds."

Yue Tingfeng sneered, he raised his hand, and a lawyer who followed him handed over Yue Pengcheng's death certificate and other information.

"We have sufficient evidence to prove that Mr. Yue Pengcheng died in the spring of a year ago. I think these things can be used as sufficient evidence to prove whether a person is dead or not, whether in China or abroad."

The police opened it and saw that the information was divided into two copies, one in English and the other in Chinese, including the death certificate issued by the hospital, and some other supporting evidence. There was even a photo of Yue Pengcheng lying on a hospital bed with oxygen.

Yue Tingfeng's eyes flashed with evil, and he said: "Sir, the evidence is all here. It's useless for you to resist. My biological father... is dead! There is no one named Yue Pengcheng in this world anymore!"

I have to get up at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning and pack up for the meeting. I am so sleepy now but I have to continue coding. I can't sleep before 3 o'clock. I have been busy outside these days and have no time to code during the day. Your poor author can only keep updating steadily. 8 updates a day is my limit. I really can't do it with the monthly ticket. My hands are so swollen that I can't even hold them tightly.

You guys go to sleep first, and I will continue writing. Good night!

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