’This room has probably recorded every last clue.’
"Brother-in-law, is this really necessary? The most important thing right now is to get my sister to the hospital."
Sun Zhenhai pleaded, a look of indignation on his face.
"Ajin, we need to get our priorities straight. Saving Qingya is what matters most right now. Who cares about so broken furniture or random junk?"
The others also chattered in agreent.
In the heat of the argunt, Yang Yunhua quietly slipped into the room. A glance was all it took for her to spot a thick, neat stack of cash inside an open cabinet.
"Sun Qiang! How could you hide this much money from in our own ho?"
Her expression instantly darkened.
"And these clothes... Whose are they?!"
As she spoke, she pulled out several pieces of won’s lingerie and emotionally demanded of Sun Qiang.
"You’re seeing soone else, aren’t you? And you hid this from on purpose. Sun Zhenhai, you obviously knew about all this, so why wouldn’t you tell your mother the truth?"
Sun Qiang frantically waved his hands. "What are you talking about? Yun Hua, listen to , it’s not what you think."
But Sun Zhenhai, standing nearby, was anxious and exasperated. He frowned and said, "Mom, can you please not pick a fight right now? The priority is getting my sister to the hospital to save her life. We can argue and go through all this stuff later, when we’re ho."
Yang Yunhua gritted her teeth and sneered. "Making things up? You think I can’t tell what’s going on? But... wait, why does this lingerie look so familiar? I feel like I’ve seen it sowhere before..."
Just as the family descended into a chaotic argunt, the piercing wail of an ambulance siren suddenly cut through the air from downstairs.
Paradics rushed into the building with a stretcher, asking for details about the patient as they went.
A crowd of neighbors had already gathered, and they began to recount with great relish the stories of how the Sun Family’s worthless younger son had run wild since he was a child.
The n in white coats looked bewildered, their brows furrowing unconsciously.
They quickly pushed through the crowd of onlookers, making their way to the center where they imdiately saw the soldier holding soone in his arms.
From his grave expression and careful movents, it was clear that the person in his arms was in bad shape.
"Sir, if you would, please place your wife on the stretcher. The ambulance is waiting downstairs."
One of the paradics stepped forward.
"Alright."
In Fei Jin’s heart, only one thing mattered at that mont.
Making sure Qingya was safe.
Nothing else mattered.
He decided to leave soone behind to watch the room.
He had to prevent Sun Qiang and his son from destroying evidence in the chaos. Once Qingya woke up, he would find out exactly why Sun Zhenhai had laid a hand on her.
But for now, only one thing was at the forefront of his mind.
Her.
Sun Zhenhai, who was keeping his distance, sohow managed to et Fei Jin’s gaze.
In that instant, it was as if his heart had been plunged into an ice cellar. A shiver wracked his entire body.
He felt as if he had been plunged into a frozen abyss.
"Sun Zhenhai, you will stay right where you are. Don’t even think about going anywhere. After your sister wakes up, I will personally take you to the police station to give a detailed statent."
At that exact mont, Qingya, who had been lying perfectly still, suddenly fluttered her eyelashes.
A mont later, her fingers twitched almost imperceptibly.
"Qingya, are you awake? Are you okay?"
Fei Jin quickly bent down, whispering close to her ear.
Ti seed to slow down.
The timing was perfect.
It hadn’t devolved into utter despair, but no one was relaxed enough to let their guard down either.
Everything was poised on a delicate and critical tipping point.
The onlookers had all crowded around, gathering near the scene of the incident.
Song Qingya, who could have easily avoided all this trouble by pretending to be unconscious.
Naturally, she had to choose the most critical and opportune mont to open her eyes.
She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze drifting dazedly up at Fei Jin.
Then, in the next instant, she buried her face in Fei Jin’s chest, her emotions finally breaking free as she burst into loud, heart-wrenching sobs.
Hearing Song Qingya’s sobs, the hearts of the onlookers clenched in sympathy.
The surrounding neighbors, along with the doctors and nurses in their white coats, all turned their gazes on the Sun Family.
Those gazes were as sharp as knives, cutting into them without rcy.
Their eyes swept over them, and many couldn’t help but start murmuring to one another.
’How can people favor sons over daughters to such an unreasonable degree?’
’They’re worse than animals!’
Amidst the crowd’s shock, Song Qingya wiped away her tears.
Her hand trembled as she pointed toward the Sun Family’s apartnt.
"Just now, I discovered... Uncle Sun had secretly hidden so of my personal belongings that I could never find. I was going to wait for Ajin to co ho before dealing with it, but I never expected that Sun Zhenhai... he actually pushed , just to stop from revealing what his father had done."
When she finished speaking, the entire scene fell into a dead silence.
A storm of emotions raged inside Fei Jin as he heard her words.
His face turned ashen, dark as the bottom of a pot.
He swung his arm and, without a mont’s hesitation, slapped Sun Zhenhai across the face.
Then he gritted his teeth and spoke.
"How dare you lay a hand on your own sister?!"
Sun Zhenhai clutched his swelling cheek, his expression a mixture of panic and indignation as he scrambled to defend himself.
"I didn’t! I was just... I was just in a panic."
His face red and swollen, Sun Zhenhai staggered to his feet.
The corner of his mouth throbbed with a fiery pain, and it felt like a few of his teeth had been loosened.
The taste of blood filled his mouth.
He opened his mouth to protest, but his voice was imdiately drowned out by the angry shouts of the crowd.
Even if he declared his innocence a thousand tis, no one would have listened.
’It was true he’d thought about destroying the evidence; that was undeniable.’
’But he really hadn’t dared to lay a hand on Song Qingya!’
’He wouldn’t have dared to touch her with even a single knuckle.’
In that mont, as if struck by lightning, Sun Zhenhai suddenly understood.
’He had fallen right into Song Qingya’s carefully laid trap!’
’This whole series of seemingly coincidental events—it was all an elaborate setup.’
’The goal was to utterly destroy him and his father, Sun Qiang, to ruin their reputations so completely they could never recover!’
’But it was too late. By the ti he realized it, everything had already happened.’
’He could scream until he was hoarse, but no one would believe him. No one wanted to listen, and no one cared enough to sort out the truth from the lies.’
The mory of an old incident from his childhood made his heart turn to ash.
He was seven at the ti. A glutton, he had deliberately frad the body’s original owner for stealing the family’s at.
As a result, the girl had been beaten so severely she had nearly died from her injuries.
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