My husband killed me with his own hands to save the daughter he had with his mistress.
He thought I could be resurrected, so he cryogenically preserved my body. Day and night, he cleaned me, ...
I looked closely and saw that it was indeed my hand!
How could I not recognize my own hands?
Several people from the Qiao family stared at the severed hand in the bag with horror, their faces pale and their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.
Ji Linting, who had just had a penetrating wound on his hand sutured and bandaged in the hospital, ignored the doctor's request for an infusion and rushed directly to the police station with the police.
He still had a lot to say to Qiao Chuyuan, and a feeling of panic that he would never see me again lingered in his heart, urging him to see me immediately!
Just then, as he entered the police station, he saw a severed hand so dark that the original skin could not be seen in the transparent evidence bag that had just been revealed.
He stared at the unknown spot on his severed palm, feeling a buzzing in his head and the world spinning.
Because he suddenly saw that on the ring finger of the severed palm was a unique diamond ring designed by me that he had previously customized.
At this moment, the sparkling light of the diamond ring became even more dazzling and more eerie and terrifying against the backdrop of the broken palm covered with black tar!
Everyone looked at me at the same time, with the same look of fear in their eyes as Qiao Zhixian's.
I pretended to frown deeply, wondering in my heart whether Jiang Xi and Aunt Jiang would have the same terrified expressions as them after they came over after the operation and learned about these strange things.
Seeing everyone's expressions, Captain Li coughed lightly and took a step back. He then calmly distanced himself from me and said to me calmly, "Of course, we're not sure the human tissue in the freezer is yours. We'll need to collect a blood sample from you for comparison later."
I nodded noncommittally and gave him a stiff smile to express my gratitude.
Seeing him hiding far away, I subconsciously sniffed my nose to see if there was any corpse smell on my body.
But my strange action scared the people opposite me so much that their faces turned even paler.
Of course, they knew best the identity of the body hidden in the freezer. If the deceased wasn’t me, who else could it be?
At Captain Li's signal, several policemen took away the four members of the Qiao family and Ji Linting, who was still stunned, for further questioning.
Ji Xing, who had been silent the entire time beside the policewoman, rushed over again when he saw his family being arrested and started beating me randomly.
"It's all your fault. Our whole family is restless since you came back!"
Ji Xing waved his fists and cried loudly, "Don't be fooled by this woman. She can't actually die. She just faked her death to take Mom and Dad away and take their money. She doesn't want us to have a good life!"
"She's not my mother. She's a bad person, an undead bad person! Why don't you arrest her? She should be the one to die!"
I stood there stiffly, letting the child's little fists hit me, making a "bang bang bang" sound.
It’s hard to imagine that this is the filial son I gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy!
I even saved his life just now!
Among this group of people, who else can bring me harm?
Maybe Ji-sung is the only one left!
I didn't choose my parents.
But it was I who chose to bring the child into this world.
I have always believed that parents are half responsible for how their children are raised.
So I have always believed that I met the wrong person and made him deprived of maternal love, which led to his current tendency to seek profit and avoid harm, disregarding the mother-son relationship and choosing the side that is beneficial to him.
I have always been very tolerant of him, hoping that he can get better.
Because he is the brother that Chenchen has been thinking about all the time!
But at this moment, hearing with my own ears that he wished for his own death, I couldn't hold back any longer and slapped Ji Xing in the face, sending him flying to the ground. He was barely even as tall as my waist, and I blurted out, "You're not my son! How come it wasn't you who died in northern Myanmar!"
Ji Xing collapsed to the ground, covering his burning cheeks. He was stunned for a moment and just stared at me blankly, unable to believe that I would actually hit him?
After all, in his impression, I used to hold him in my hands like a treasure, and would spend the whole day picking lotus cores one by one just to make his favorite lotus seed soup.
If he had a little scratch on his knee, he would cry until his eyes turned red and he couldn't sleep the whole night.
But now, when I look at him, there is only indifference and anger in my eyes.
Ji Xing felt very aggrieved and tears kept falling.
Before he could open his mouth to ask me why I hit him, three people suddenly appeared at the door of the police station and attracted everyone's attention.
"First wish..."
A hoarse, magnetic voice came softly with a hint of indescribable sobs.
I turned around in a daze, staring blankly at Zhou Binchen who was gazing at me affectionately for two seconds, and then looked stiffly at the woman next to him who looked exactly like me.
Finally, her gaze lowered and fixed on the little boy she was holding in her hand. For a moment, she seemed to be frozen in place by magic and unable to move.