My Perfect Female CEO

Ye Fan left the interrogation room where Zhao Gongming was held alone. He had asked all the necessary questions, and clearly, it was impossible to make Zhao Gongming speak freely at this moment.

He could only wait until the time was ripe, and Zhao Gongming would naturally confess everything on his own.

In the battle against the Cat Hunter, the importance of gaining the upper hand and taking the initiative is self-evident, but given the circumstances, Zhao Gongming had to be allowed some degree of freedom and dignity.

Pushing too hard would be counterproductive and might even backfire.

Therefore, Ye Fan was very patient. Even though he lost certain temporal advantages, as long as he seized the moment well and harnessed the current situation, the results could be unexpectedly effective.

For example, if the traps set around Zhao Gongming’s family and near Wu Dayong’s elderly mother were successful, the rewards would naturally be substantial.

When Ye Fan appeared again, he sat in front of Wu Dayong.

Wu Dayong looked completely unafraid, like a pig that didn’t fear boiling water.

His boldness came from his willingness to give up his life.

When a person is ready to give up even their life, what else is there to fear?

Ye Fan decided to have a good talk with Wu Dayong. Looking at the unbothered Wu Dayong, Ye Fan calmly said, "It seems you’ve made up your mind not to say anything?"

"Cut the crap. Do whatever you want—kill me or cut me up. If I so much as blink, don’t call me a man." Wu Dayong said bluntly.

"What about your mother? It seems she doesn’t know what you’ve been up to, right?" Ye Fan said playfully, with a mocking tone.

"Haha..." Wu Dayong laughed heartily, saying righteously, "If I’m dead, so be it. My life has long been tied to my waistband. Since I can’t fulfill my filial duty under my mother’s knee, regret wouldn’t help now. The damage is done; what else can be done?"

Wu Dayong tried to appear indifferent, fearing Ye Fan might catch onto his weaknesses. His solitary mother is indeed his soft spot, the only gentle part deep within his cold heart.

He paused for a moment and continued, "Nowadays, the organization’s policies are good. If I die, my mother won’t starve; the organization will support her. What else should I worry about? After all, I’m on a dead-end path. There’s no use agonizing over it; it’s better to face this harsh reality."

"Aren’t you worried your family’s elder might die of heartbreak upon learning about you? Or that they’d have to collect your body?" Ye Fan said meaningfully.

"I’m not afraid, not at all afraid. You’re the law, I’m the criminal. Criminals may act unscrupulously, but the law upholds justice. I believe you wouldn’t use my mother against me, nor reveal my true nature to her. If you did, and something happened to her, that’s a result you wouldn’t want to see. I’ve numbed myself to sympathy and conscience, but you haven’t; instead, this is your most noble trait." Wu Dayong saw things very clearly.

On the surface, he seems careless about his mother, but his words reveal his deep concern for her.

She’s his only vulnerability, his last breath of warmth as a human.

"Haha, you’re quite the rogue. For someone so shameless as you to have such insights, flattering us is indeed your skill."

Ye Fan said coldly, "One thing you got right: I won’t use an old person against you. I don’t care about your life or death, but I do care about an elderly person driven to despair and committing suicide. That’s a tragedy."

From his knowledge of this elder, such a thing could really happen. An elderly widow, who placed all her hope and reliance on her son, would be unable to bear the shock if she found out her son was a ruthless killer.

"I’m inhuman; I know I’m inhuman. I’ve numbed too much of my conscience, and I can only console myself with your virtues and morals." Wu Dayong said sorrowfully.

If he hadn’t been forced, he wouldn’t have come to this.

If it weren’t for survival, he wouldn’t have become a cold-blooded executioner.

If there weren’t no choice, he wouldn’t continue doing evil.

If there were a chance to regret, he absolutely wouldn’t take the old path, would go to school obediently, be a good son, and serve under his mother’s knee. That would be the best thing.

"Aren’t you worried your partners might strike relentlessly, or threaten your mother?" Ye Fan didn’t get angry at Wu Dayong’s rogue behavior and maintained a calm demeanor.

Wu Dayong is the snake under his stick.

He’s already caught Wu Dayong’s weakness, so he’s not worried at all.

Sure enough, as soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, Wu Dayong’s expression changed drastically.

He winced, his face pained, "Those bastards, what wouldn’t they do?"

This was precisely his biggest worry.

Like grabbing onto the last straw, he stared at Ye Fan and said, "If there’s a next life, I’d repay your kindness, doing anything in return. I beg you, help my mother, help this poor old woman. He worried about me all his life; I don’t want to see him fall into those bastards’ hands."

"Feeling anxious now?" Ye Fan teased with a smile.

"I’ve heard your famous name many times. I know, if you’re seated here, you’ve already got reasons enough to threaten me. But I truly can’t say anything. I can die, but my mother must stay safe."

"If I reveal the truth, my mother will truly have nowhere to go. I know their personalities all too well; they’d do anything."

"I know I have no face to ask you for anything."

"But here, I still beg you, since you’ve guessed there might be trouble around my mother, please plan ahead. Protect my mother while capturing those bastards."

"Killing two birds with one stone, why not?"

Wu Dayong poured out all his words non-stop, flooding out with everything he could think of.

After speaking, his eyes were filled with pleading looks, gazing at Ye Fan pitifully.

The expression was not at all manly.

Ye Fan’s expression didn’t change, and he remained silent.

"I’ll kneel for you." Wu Dayong, bound to the iron chair, struggled violently, no longer caring about the pain.

"I have no obligation to help you with anything, nor responsibility to accept your kneeling, and I certainly won’t do anything for you. You had better die without sprouting unrealistic thoughts; you should recognize your identity." Ye Fan said heartlessly.