Chapter 95: Chapter 95: Don’t Want to Implicate Han Zheng Chapter 95: Chapter 95: Don’t Want to Implicate Han Zheng ng Chuyue stuffed all potentially useful items she might need before leaving—property deeds, bankbooks, receipts, household registration booklets, utility notebooks—into her space.
The rest—clothes, bedding, furniture, and the like—remained untouched, even though so were rather exquisite and even though they could fit in her space.
Soon, ng Yinhua arrived.
ng Yinhua and ng Wanhua bore a slight resemblance to each other.
In his youth, he was known far and wide as a handso lad.
Unfortunately, he had put on weight in middle age and now looked like a genial, chubby man.
Unlike ng Jingfen’s astonishnt, he was full of sorrow, his eyes red.
After entering the room, he cried out as he covered his face and asked ng Chuyue, “How did Wanhua die?
How could it have been so sudden?”
See, this was the normal reaction of a relative.
Although she harbored no affection for ng Yinhua, ng Chuyue knew he had genuine feelings for ng Wanhua.
In a previous life, he had concealed certain matters out of concern for ng Wanhua’s reputation.
Sniffling, she said, “I don’t know.
The police took her for investigation.”
ng Yinhua, “…Was she murdered?
Where is the local police station?
I want to go ask about the situation and, along the way, see…
her.”
ng Chuyue sniffled again, “I’ll go with you.”
ng Chuyue hadn’t planned on bringing ng Jingfen along.
Yet, ng Yinhua thoughtlessly called out, “Jingfen, co with us.”
ng Jingfen didn’t want to go.
What for?
Besides, once they were gone, she could quietly steal things.
She shook her head, “My legs are weak; I’ll stay ho to open the door for Grandma and the others.”
“…”
How heartless, considering how well ng Wanhua treated her in life.
ng Yinhua gave her a disappointed look but didn’t insist.
ng Jingfen was only his niece; he couldn’t control her that much.
Had she been his own daughter, he would have slapped her by now.
ng Chuyue knew ng Jingfen was planning to steal from the house.
But not only did she not mind, she was actually quite relieved—she had already thrown the things she cared about into her space.
As for the rest, ng Jingfen was welco to take as much as she wanted; the more she took, the easier it would be for ng Chuyue to shake off the bla later.
Shen Ci, who had been silently blending into the background, heard they were going to the police station and quickly pulled out his car keys, “I’ll drive you guys there.”
ng Yinhua, “…”
ng Yinhua examined Shen Ci carefully and asked seriously, “Who are you?”
Shen Ci pursed his lips, about to respond, when ng Chuyue spoke up, “My boyfriend, he lives across from my place.”
Initially wary of Shen Ci, ng Yinhua relaxed when he heard he lived across the street and humd in acknowledgnt, leading the way out.
…
The staff at the police station rembered ng Chuyue and imdiately took her to Captain Lee’s office.
Captain Lee handed so examination reports to ng Chuyue, “According to our findings, your mother indeed didn’t have leukemia, but the injuries on her neck weren’t fatal either.
The deadly factor was the tea in the cup; it contained rat poison.”
“The cup only had her fingerprints, which were logically placed, and besides you and your mother, no other fingerprints or footprints were found in the room.
Coupled with that suicide note, we can still only conclude it was suicide.
However, if you insist, we will continue the investigation.”
ng Chuyue sighed inwardly.
She was certain that ng Wanhua was killed by Lin Fangwei.
Only, in her dying monts, to clear Lin Fangwei of suspicion, ng Wanhua staged a suicide.
Since ng Wanhua so chose, she didn’t want to interfere.
Moreover, speaking the truth would inevitably lead to recognizing Zhao Sulan.
Honestly, she didn’t care about acknowledging Zhao Sulan.
But she…
subconsciously didn’t want to implicate Han Zheng.
In her previous life, Zhao Sulan didn’t use the child to disturb Han Zheng; he lived a prosperous life on his own, and she hoped this life would be the sa.
So, should she just go along with the suicide story?
And what about when Lin Fangwei learns that ng Wanhua’s leukemia was a “misdiagnosis”?
What would her reaction be?
Would she regret it?
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