Chapter 232: 232: Jiang Zhi sets a trap, Luo Qinghe is done playing (second update) Chapter 232: 232: Jiang Zhi sets a trap, Luo Qinghe is done playing (second update) Zhou Xufang, who was utterly obsessed with her idol, said, “Oh.”
That’s it?
Doesn’t she care about him anymore?
Doesn’t she love him anymore?
Jiang Zhi glanced at her phone for just a second and saw her nickna was no longer ‘Jiang Zhi’s girlfriend033’; it had changed to ‘Yun Sheng’s mom fan015’.
He said, his tone getting stern, “Change it back.”
“Huh?”
“Your na.”
She hesitated, “Can I not change it? Our fan group wants to keep a uniform nickna format.” She had just changed it today.
Jiang Zhi said that wouldn’t do, “Last ti I liked your comnt, everyone knew you were my girlfriend. With this na, everyone will know Jiang Zhi’s girlfriend is a fan of Xiao Yusheng.”
It was all an excuse.
He just wasn’t happy her nickna featured another man’s na.
Zhou Xufang didn’t use Weibo much and was half-clueless, “Is it not okay to let people know?”
“You’ll get a lot of ssy people ssaging you.”
Zhou Xufang suddenly realized, “No wonder I got so many ssages today.” She understood, “Then I will just register another Weibo account.”
Jiang Zhi ground his back teeth.
She couldn’t be hit, couldn’t be scolded, couldn’t even be snapped at; how was he supposed to handle this girlfriend?
Once Zhou Xufang finished, she looked up and t Jiang Zhi’s deathly glare.
Her survival instinct, which had fled when she ran away from ho, finally knew to co back, “I’ve already changed my main account’s nickna back.”
And, “I also followed your fan club.”
And, “And the super topic too.”
“Oh, is that so?” He pretended it was no big deal, as if he was a magnanimous boyfriend, not hinting at all that he was jealous and angry, and changed the subject casually, “It’s very cold today; let’s skip buying ice cream.”
Zhou Xufang, who was deprived of her snack, “…”
Suddenly soone called out, “Brother Zhi.”
It was the Luo Changfang family, all dressed in black suits, coming to attend Luo Changde’s funeral.
Luo Changfang approached and asked, “Why aren’t you going in?” Her gaze shifted to Zhou Xufang, her tone like that of a kind elder, “Xufang is here too.”
Zhou Xufang greeted, “Hello, Auntie.” She also nodded to Jiang Weili.
“Wait for in the car,” Jiang Zhi said, not up for discussion.
Zhou Xufang got into character quickly, looking back every three steps with a gaze filled with grievance, sorrow, and reluctance, vividly expressing the heart-wrenching sadness of not having her boyfriend’s pity.
Jiang Zhi felt his girlfriend’s acting skills had improved again.
“Why not bring her in with you?” Luo Changfang, clasping the hand of Jiang Weili, entered the hall of mourning.
Jiang Zhi answered, “It’s not the right occasion.”
On the other side, Zhou Xufang left the funeral ho and made a call, “Tang Xiang, have you arrived?”
Tang Xiang said, “Another five minutes.”
Luo Changde was in Tang Xiang’s car.
Zhou Xufang hung up the phone, checked the ti, looked around, and got into a police car parked by the roadside.
The guests continued to arrive for the wake, all accommodated in the reception room next to the hall of mourning; in a quarter of an hour, they would close the coffin.
There was no heart-wrenching sobs, no hysterical outcries; the pressure in the air was low within the hall of mourning. Xu Yunci, her eyes red, stood by the coffin, while Luo Yinghe stood to one side, head lowered the whole ti.
Luo Qinghe was outside taking a call.
“How is the share handling going?”
The person on the other end was the Luo Family’s corporate lawyer, “They can’t be transferred at the mont.”
The Luo Family business was a family enterprise, of which ninety percent of the shares were held by the Luo family mbers. When the Luo Family divided their assets, Luo Huaiyu did not fully relinquish control and still held twenty percent of the shares. The remaining seventy percent was divided with each of his two sons and his eldest granddaughter holding twenty percent each, and the last ten percent was given to his third daughter, Luo Changfang.
After the second son, Luo Chang’an, passed away, his shares were split in half and given to his wife and daughter.
The portion that Luo Qinghe needed to deal with belonged to Luo Changde.
She asked her lawyer, “What’s going on?”
“I checked with the estate notary; Chairman Luo’s body has not been found. We need a police certificate declaring it impossible for him to be alive before we can pronounce him dead.” And there was another matter—as the lawyer said, “The Second Madam from the Jiang Family is also eyeing these shares, and even took advantage of the plumting share prices to buy up so of the market shares.”
She had married into the Jiang Family, yet she was still so restless.
Standing in the corridor, Luo Qinghe glanced into the morial hall, where Luo Changfang was wailing. What started as light sobbing had grown into loud weeping.
“Keep an eye on it for now; I’ll get back to you later.”
After hanging up the phone, she walked towards the morial hall.
Guests who had co to pay their respects were leaving, and upon seeing her, they solemnly said, “My condolences.”
This person was a senior executive of the Luo enterprise, who always enjoyed buttering up her father.
“My condolences.”
“My condolences.”
“…”
Luo Qinghe kept hearing these words over and over. Among the visitors who ca to offer condolences, there were all kinds of faces—so were feigning sincerity, so were indifferent, so barely concealed their smiles, pretending to be sad, and others who were so unconcerned they didn’t even bother to pretend.
No wonder people often say you can tell what kind of person soone was when they were alive as soon as they are dead.
Those who entered the morial hall, whether sincere or not, all offered incense sticks, with just two exceptions: Zhou Qingrang and Jiang Zhi.
Zhou Qingrang was watching with aloofness.
Jiang Zhi walked straight up to Luo Qinghe, “Did you bring the thing?”
She replied, “I did.”
He handed her the envelope he was carrying straightforwardly, without any attempt to conceal it from others.
There were still guests in the morial hall.
Luo Qinghe was taken aback by his brazenness. “Right here?”
He countered, “Is there a problem?”
His manner of doing things was always impulsive and unguarded.
Luo Qinghe hesitated for a mont before taking the envelope. She opened it to check the contents—a dated, old cassette tape, with the recording date etched beneath.
The date matched; it was indeed the original.
After handing over the item, Jiang Zhi said, “Give the mory card.”
Luo Qinghe had it with her, not trusting anyone else, and handed over the dashcam mory card to Jiang Zhi. As the dust settled, she smiled, “It’s been pleasant working with you.”
Jiang Zhi glanced at his watch, “You won’t be feeling that way shortly.”
Luo Qinghe was slightly startled, “What do you an by that?”
He watched his watch, counting down unhurriedly, “Five, four, three, two, one—”
Just as he finished speaking, a group of police officers suddenly burst through the door.
Luo Qinghe tightened her grip on the envelope and looked coldly toward the entrance, “Are you here to offer condolences?”
It was Captain Cheng from the criminal investigation team, who ca with his team. He entered the room and flashed his police badge, “We are here to make an arrest.”
Luo Qinghe’s expression turned sour as she held back her anger, “Captain Cheng, have you made a mistake? Today is my father’s funeral, and all here are close friends and family of the Luo Family, certainly not vile criminals.”
Such an inopportune ti to arrive…
The palm of her hand holding the envelope began to sweat.
Captain Cheng was incorruptible and spoke with a tone of official business. “Whether they are criminals or not will be determined after taking them back for questioning.” He pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket.
Suddenly, the morial hall silent.
Only Luo Qinghe’s tense voice could be heard, “Do you have a warrant?”
Captain Cheng pulled it out of his pocket and unfolded it, “Miss Luo Qinghe, you are currently suspected of involvent in a deliberate homicide. Please co with us for questioning.”
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