Chapter 86 Evidence

In Song Nian'an's memory, his mother jumped off a building and died in front of him.

He locked himself in his small room for three days, hiding in a corner and crying.

He is afraid of the dark, afraid of being alone, and also afraid of heights, and that's why.

I always thought that my mother couldn't handle the shock of finding out that Song Changran was having an affair.

Until the day Wen Jing came back to pack his things after marrying him.

He saw his mother's photo frame in the small storage room downstairs, which was being used to prop up table legs.

In his haste, he only managed to take a few photos.

In his recollection, Yang Xiao and Song Changran had always been wary of mentioning their mother's death, and even more wary of her belongings. Whenever Song Nian'an tried to take something of her mother's as a keepsake, it would draw Yang Xiao's glare.

That look in his eyes was strange, tinged with unease and a hint of hatred.

One night when we were heading off to film a TV show.

That day, Wen Jing arrived home around 9 p.m. The living room lights were on, and Song Nian'an was eating potato chips while watching Tom and Jerry on TV.

The moment Song Nian'an saw Wen Jing, her heart melted.

He stood at the entrance and called out, "Husband."

Wen Jing took off his coat and walked over.

"Why are you back so late?"

Wen Jing coughed lightly, "Yes, I went to investigate something."

Song Nian'an's beautiful eyes swept over his face, then she picked up Zhihua, turned around, and lay back down on the sofa.

"Go take a shower first."

Wen Jing, carrying the chill of winter, walked into the kitchen and put down the packaged spicy hot pot.

"The spicy hot pot at school? Honey, how did you know I wanted to eat that?!"

Song Nian'an hurriedly went to the kitchen to get a small pot and bowl, and picked out the spicy hot pot.

The spicy aroma filled the room, creating a wintery atmosphere.

"Honey, you really understand me so well. I was just thinking that in this weather, I'd be ecstatic if I could just have a bite of spicy hot pot!"

Wen Jing turned his head away, and Song Nian'an naturally fed him a bite.

"It's quite delicious."

He couldn't very well tell Song Nian'an that he had listened to spicy hot pot all night.

Wen Jing placed a file folder and a USB drive on the table.

"If Song Changran ever comes looking for trouble for you, just open this."

Song Nian'an was silent for a moment, then snuggled into Wen Jing's arms, touched her nose, and whispered, "Thank you, husband."

Wen Jing tightened his grip, feeling a bit amused, and was about to tease him when his phone suddenly rang.

Wen Jing took out his phone and touched it.

Song Nian'an: "What's wrong?"

Wen Jing took a deep breath, took her phone, and went outside to answer the call.

Looking out the window, Wen Jing frowned.

“Officer, this is the evidence I have.” Song Nian’an handed the USB drive and document bag to the police and continued, “Back then, Song Changran bought my mother a high-value insurance policy. Before marrying my mother, Song Changran and Yang Xiao were already having an affair. But because my maternal grandfather’s company urgently needed an heir, Song Changran took a liking to my mother’s family.”

These things were only briefly mentioned in the original book, but just this one sentence was enough for Song Nian'an to connect the cause and effect of the whole thing in this world.

"So, this was a murder planned for many years, just to seize your mother's company and insurance money?" the police officer asked.

Song Nian'an continued, "Yes, at that time Yang Xiao was already pregnant with Song Zheng. Song Changran pretended to be a loving couple with my mother while secretly supporting them. Greedy people are always greedy. Yang Xiao was not satisfied with hiding in the shadows and being unable to see the light of day, so she gradually tempted Song Changran to commit crimes."

The police officer taking notes visibly paused, and the words he wrote with his pen exuded a chilling aura. Indeed, the human heart is the most treacherous.

Yang Xiao and Song Changran were locked in two different interrogation rooms.

Song Changran was timid by nature, and when the police came to arrest him, he was already in a panic.

He kept telling himself that it was suicide, suicide, and that it had nothing to do with him.

When the police slammed their fist on the table, he still stammered, "I didn't kill anyone, officer. I didn't kill anyone."

The police officer's eyes sharpened. "I haven't even started asking you any questions, and you're already saying you didn't kill anyone. We only arrested you because someone called the police, saying you were spreading rumors in a group."

Song Changran sighed and shifted into a more comfortable position.

“But,” the policeman handed over a photograph of an eye drop container, “have you seen this eye drop container before?”

Song Changran shook his head nervously.

"These eye drops can make someone fall asleep within seconds with just a few drops."

The police officer took out a bottle of red eye drops that looked exactly like the one in the photo and said, "Not only does it induce unconsciousness, but it also causes amnesia about the process of being unconscious after waking up. This is a prohibited anesthetic and psychotropic substance, also known as 'obedience water.' Haven't you seen it before?"

Song Changran shouted, "Impossible, impossible!"

"What do you mean it's impossible? That it's impossible for us to find it?"

A few seconds later, Song Changran regained his composure.

Yes, they couldn't possibly find that bottle of eye drops. Who would find it in a trash can from over a decade ago and keep it for so long?

The police got a positive answer from his panic.

“Then take a look at this,” the police officer said, taking out another photo. It was a selfie of Song Nian’an’s mother, in which she was holding a teacup and smiling at the camera.

The teacup contains dark brown tea stems and chrysanthemum-petal green leaves.

"Mr. Song Changran, do you know what your wife drank at that time?"

"I...I don't know."

A police officer pushed open the door and entered. "Report! Yang Xiao has confessed everything. It was all Song Changran's doing. She knew nothing about it and didn't participate at all!"

Song Changran's pupils widened, and his furrowed brows and clenched fists seemed to speak of his anger.

"That damn bitch!"