Siheyuan came through and sent Jia Zhang to prison

Chapter 618 He Feng's Secret Plan

He Feng was tidying up a thick stack of files, marking them with red and blue pencils. Hearing this, he looked up, a faint smile on his face, but no real mirth in his eyes: "They have their own plans." He didn't elaborate—his plan was currently known only to Zhao Lei. This case was far too complex; even Jiang Hu at the mining hospital was just the tip of the iceberg. The more people who knew, the greater the risk of leaks; caution was advised.

"Their mission was simply to come and check out the situation, to ascertain the severity of the case. Now that they have everything they need to know, they've naturally gone back to report." He Feng spoke calmly, picking up an enamel mug from the table and taking a sip of hot water, as if things were just as they were supposed to be, and there was nothing worth delving into.

Ma Xin frowned, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of the folder. Having worked in the police force for several years, she knew the old ways of handling cases. In cases like this, involving a wide range of people and potentially internal personnel, superiors would usually oversee the investigation, even leading it directly. It was rare for them to come and go so quickly, like going through the motions. But since He Feng had said that, she didn't press further—after all, he was the bureau chief, and he must have a comprehensive understanding of the situation. She simply changed the subject to the current problem: "We can't keep dragging this out on the coal mine issue, can we? Staying at the bureau every day waiting for news, trying to outlast Jiang Hu and his men, isn't a solution. The guys down there are taking turns keeping watch, and they're almost at their breaking point."

He Feng put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, making a soft "tap-tap" sound, as if he were calculating something: "This can't be rushed, we have to take it slow." He looked up at Ma Xin, his tone becoming serious, "This time the other side cleaned up too thoroughly. From the mine to the hospital, almost all the evidence that could be found has been destroyed, and even the eyewitnesses are well hidden. A direct investigation would only alert them and make them more vigilant." He paused, a sharp glint in his eyes, "We can only wait, wait for them to slip up next time. As long as they're still operating, there will always be times when they make a mistake."

Ma Xin still felt uneasy, sensing that He Feng was hiding something, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She hesitated for a moment before speaking, "But what if something happens again... what if there are casualties? Won't the higher-ups blame us for incompetence and missing a crucial opportunity?"

He Feng looked up at her, his eyes filled with a hint of helplessness, yet also an undeniable certainty: "I can't do anything about it." He spread his hands. "That coal mine is like an iron barrel now, with layers of guards, both overt and covert, and every truck entering and leaving has to be opened and inspected three times. We don't have solid evidence, so we can't just barge in and search, can we? That would not only be without a legitimate reason, but we might also be accused of interfering with normal production. More importantly, if we alert them, they'll only hide their remaining tracks even more tightly, and then we won't even have a chance to investigate."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the traffic flowing by on the street outside, his brows furrowing slightly: "Let's wait a little longer. Zhao Lei is still keeping an eye on Jiang Hu's movements, and Zhang Chuan and Zhao Ci haven't sent back any bad news from the mining area, which means the current plan is still quite sound. Be patient, there will always be an opportunity."

Ma Xin watched his retreating figure, which appeared somewhat frail in the sunlight, yet exuded an unwavering steadfastness. Although doubts lingered, she knew He Feng was right—there was no better solution at the moment; she could only suppress her impatience and wait for the right opportunity. She sighed softly, turned back to her seat, and picked up the well-worn file again—perhaps the answer lay hidden within these densely packed words, in some overlooked detail. She took a deep breath, lowered her head, and began to read it word by word.

He Feng appeared calm on the surface, but his heart was taut like a string. He knew that all the arrangements were in place, like a meticulously planned game of chess, with each piece poised and ready to strike. Now, all he needed to do was proceed step by step and wait for the right moment. He repeatedly went over every detail of the plan in his mind to ensure that nothing went wrong.

The day passed quietly amidst tension and anticipation. As night fell, lights came on in every household in the courtyard. Qin Jingru sat on the edge of the bed, watching He Yuzhu busily clearing away the dishes. After hesitating for a moment, she decided to tell him what had happened between her and Qin Huairu that day.

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu stopped what he was doing, his brows furrowed, and his eyes were full of worry and reproach: "Didn't I tell you long ago to stay away from the Jia family and not have any contact with them! Why didn't you listen?"

Seeing He Yuzhu's serious expression, Qin Jingru felt a pang of panic and quickly explained, "Brother Zhu, I know I was wrong. I really didn't expect her to have those thoughts. I will definitely be careful from now on and never have anything to do with Qin Huairu again. Please don't be angry." She knew in her heart that He Yuzhu was saying this for her own good, after all, the Jia family's reputation in the courtyard wasn't very good.

He Yuzhu put down his chopsticks and sat down next to Qin Jingru. He sighed and said, "Jingru, you don't know, there isn't a single good person in the Jia family. Their scheming skills are all incredibly sharp. If it weren't for my uncle helping me back then, they would have devoured me whole, leaving not even bones. I don't know what would happen to me now." Recalling the Jia family's past schemes against him, a hint of resentment appeared in He Yuzhu's eyes.

Qin Jingru nodded obediently, took He Yuzhu's hand, and said earnestly, "Brother Zhu, I understand. Don't worry, I will definitely stay far away from them from now on."

Just then, He Feng was about to go to He Yuzhu's house to pick up a book he had left there. As he reached the door, he heard two people talking inside. After hesitating for a moment, he raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Zhuzi, it's me."

Hearing the sound, He Yuzhu got up and opened the door: "Uncle, what's wrong? Why are you coming so late?"

He Feng stood at the door, not going in immediately. He felt that now that He Yuzhu was married, it was inappropriate for him to come and go as he used to: "Zhuzi, what were you talking about just now? I think I heard you mention the Jia family outside."

He Yuzhu then recounted the whole story between Qin Jingru and Qin Huairu. At the end, he looked at He Feng with a worried expression: "Uncle, I'm afraid that Qin Jingru will be schemed against by the Jia family like I was before, and follow my old path. If she gets entangled with the Jia family, she really won't be able to get rid of them. That's why I told her this."