If the dagger in the chest of the victim in the mansion was indeed stabbed by Nan Wan herself, then...
No matter how much her husband and brother can manipulate things in Qing City, she cannot escape the punishnt of the law.
You must know, the victim Yu Qinglu’s family was considered a prominent family in Qing City many years ago and had close ties with the Mu Family. It is said that the elders of both families once intended for a marriage alliance.
Although Yu Qinglu had not been back in Qing City for long, the police were not unfamiliar with her. For a period of ti, the most scandalous figure in the major nightclubs, known as the ’Night Princess,’ was her. Even though she was over thirty, she remained beautiful and enchanting, drawing n to her like moths to a fla, and it was common for her to be ’invited’ to the police station for a chat.
Every ti there was a different man to clean up her ss, but ironically, they all shared one common trait: they had all pursued the Nan Family’s third young lady, a frequent subject of entertainnt news.
It was hard for others not to gossip.
Madam Mu, Cheng Shihong, was famously strict about family values. Now, the daughter-in-law of the Mu Family was implicated in a murder case, and the victim was an old acquaintance who used to admire her son. Moreover, this affair would beco known to all in a matter of days.
Then, this couple, already subjected to much criticism...
As if sensing sothing, the man slowly raised his gaze, and the police officer’s eyes accidentally collided with that icy stare.
Caught off guard.
The police officer quickly looked away.
Half a minute later, a detached voice sounded in the car, "Towel."
The tone was the sa as when asking for water earlier, not exactly arrogant, but dignified and undeniable.
The police officer swallowed hard and leaned forward to search the glove compartnt, pulling out a towel pressed at the bottom with a few bottles of mineral water, tearing open the plastic packaging before handing it to the back seat, "Mr. Mu, this is new and unused."
Mu Jin Huan took the towel, dampened it with mineral water, and gently and carefully wiped Nan Wan’s face.
His voice was gentle and low, "Does anything hurt? Tell ."
The mineral water was at room temperature, but the quality of the towel wasn’t very good. It scraped against Nan Wan’s delicate skin, causing so pain, yet she remained docile, subconsciously snuggling closer to the man.
It was sumr, yet she seed to feel cold, yearning for more warmth.
She shook her head and softly asked, "How did you get here so quickly?"
Yu Qinglu said if her forr math teacher hadn’t taught her wrong, she should be able to calculate the ti accurately, and even if there was a discrepancy, it was within an acceptable range.
Yu Qinglu also ntioned that when Mr. Mu crossed the city from north to south to reach the villa, she should already be escorted by the police onto their vehicle, perfectly missing each other at so point on the road.
She was heading towards hell, while he was going in the opposite direction.
The frail and powerless woman kept snuggling into his embrace, causing Mu Jin Huan’s heart to ache like it was being pricked by needles, yet he dared not hug her tightly, always fearing she might have a hidden injury she hadn’t ntioned, worried about hurting her.
However, he couldn’t control his body’s natural reaction to stay close to her.
Almost in concession, he enveloped her in his arms, as if to rge her into his very bones and flesh.
Only when the person in his embrace stopped trembling did he begin to wipe the dried blood stains on her hands, lightly smiling as he spoke in a low voice, "I heard you calling , so I borrowed the Wind and Fire Wheel from Nezha."
No one knew what he had gone through.
Upon hearing the man’s words, Nan Wan was montarily stunned before quietly chuckling, "Then I will forgive you."
Nan Wan knew that, in her heart, there was not a single mont in which she resented him.
"Mrs. Mu, you shouldn’t be so easily consoled," Mu Jin Huan ticulously wiped the woman’s hands; with each clean finger, the creases between his eyebrows smoothed out, his handso face always gentle, "otherwise, I might take an inch and want a mile."
Forgive him?
Ultimately, everything she suffered was caused by him. If he had resolved the so-called ’responsibility’ earlier, tonight’s incident wouldn’t have occurred.
Jiu Jiu wouldn’t have been frightened to tears, and she wouldn’t have been forced to sit in a police car.
However, the most elusive words in this world are ’if.’ Everything had already happened, ti couldn’t be turned back, the spilled water couldn’t be retrieved.
So, Wanwan, you shouldn’t forgive so easily.
The man’s body warmth seeped through the thin sumr fabric, touching her skin, and Nan Wan felt as if she was less afraid of the place she was headed to, the matters she was about to face.
But why couldn’t the tears stop flowing?
As if trying to fill over twenty years of void, the warm liquid almost flooded her eyes. She could no longer tell whether the wetness on her cheeks was tears or water stains left from the damp towel.
Her voice choked, but her lips curled in a smile, "It’s okay, after all, I’m so beautiful. Mr. Mu won’t be interested in those plain Janes."
"Very true."
"Is the project in the North Suburb very bad?"
"Minor issue, a few days of work will sort it out. Later, what do you want to eat at ho? I’ll call Aunt Zhou to prepare it."
"I’m so hungry, but I have no appetite. You have no idea, the three kids are so rambunctious, I wish I could grow two more pairs of hands."
"Yes, three indeed would be a bit noisy, so let’s not have more in the future."
...
There was a partition between the front and back seats, but a space was left open on the partition, allowing a hand to pass through, just like when the police handed back the bottle of water and towel.
Thus, the driver and the police officer in the passenger seat could clearly hear the couple’s conversation.
This seed not to be inside a police car, but rather a couple, returning ho together in a private car after work, discussing the most mundane everyday topics during their commute.
The simplest, and also the most heartwarming.
Often, these seemingly casual words, after ti’s ferntation, turn into the strongest liquor.
In the quiet of night, they quietly, inch by inch, seep into your bones and all your limbs.
The police officer even suspected he might have caught the wrong person, or perhaps what he had witnessed half an hour ago at the cri scene in the villa was just an illusion.
But the unceasing siren assured him that it was all real.
Indeed, soone had died, and the sole suspect identified was indeed Mrs. Mu, Nan Wan.
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