Chapter 252: It's just domestic violence, just a few years in prison

Lin's mother was shocked by his yelling.

He was so frightened that he trembled and dared not say a word.

He quickly wiped away his tears with his sleeves.

She sobbed softly and coaxed the two children to the room, muttering, "Good children, let's go back to the room first."

As he said that, he took the two children to the bedroom.

The two children followed Lin's mother timidly. The younger child would look back at Lin's father and Lin Shengjun from time to time, his eyes full of fear.

The young mind was now shrouded in this tense and depressing atmosphere.

My heart is filled with fear and anxiety.

"She's dead. The police won't give you any trouble, right?"

Father Lin then turned his gaze back to Lin Shengjun, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Lin Shengjun was shocked when he heard the word "police".

His heart skipped a beat and his face turned pale in an instant.

But she still pretended to be calm and replied, "Dad, I didn't do anything illegal, why are the police looking for me? Jiahui was just an accident, what does it have to do with me? There's no reason for them to bother me."

"Besides, there's no direct evidence proving I was the one who beat him to death."

He hummed softly.

As if he didn't take it to heart at all.

Mother Lin gently coaxed the two children into the room, carefully closed the door, and then slowly walked out.

"But what if the police ask about it?"

Her face was full of worry, her brows were furrowed, and her eyes were full of anxiety and uneasiness.

When Lin Shengjun heard this, his originally frowned brows twisted into a knot in an instant, and a trace of anger appeared in his eyes. He glared at Lin's mother fiercely.

Immediately following.

He lowered his voice, but his tone was full of warning: "You should know what to say and what not to say."

While speaking.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at his parents.

When Mother Lin met his gaze, her heart trembled suddenly, a chill rose from her spine, and she nodded hurriedly.

I didn't dare say another word for fear of angering my son.

Lin's father sat aside, remaining silent.

at this time.

He slowly took a cigarette out of the box and put it in his mouth.

The lighter was lit with a "click".

He took a deep puff, and the cigarette butt instantly lit up red.

Then he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

"It's just beating your wife. It's not a big deal. How can it be considered a crime? I've dealt with it this way before."

Father Lin flicked the ash from his cigarette, his movements casual and indifferent.

Cigarette ash fell down, as if what he was talking about was not a matter of life and death, but a trivial matter.

"Even if they really investigate, he'll only be in jail for a few years."

His tone was flat.

There was a look of indifference in his eyes.

"Dad is right."

Lin Shengjun raised his lips with a nonchalant smile, and then agreed, "I'll be in jail for three to five years, and when I get out I'll only be in my thirties, so it's no big deal."

As he spoke, he leisurely crossed his legs, leaned back on the sofa, and looked nonchalant.

Lin's mother lowered her head, her eyes full of pain and helplessness, and her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

I feel sad for the tragic fate of my daughter-in-law.

She felt desperate about the indifference of her son and husband, but was powerless to change it.

"That's what I said, but the show still needs to be done well."

Father Lin took another deep drag on his cigarette and slowly blew out smoke rings, his eyes revealing a bit of shrewdness and calculation. "No matter what, if the police really come and ask about the situation, we have to appear innocent. Also, try to behave well at Jiahui's funeral."

"Yeah, Dad, I understand."

Lin Shengjun nodded slightly and replied, "When the time comes, I will firmly declare that Jiahui's death has nothing to do with me. They have no evidence anyway, so I will pretend that I know nothing and say whatever I want to say."

There was a glint of cunning in his eyes, as if he had already thought of a response plan.

"What are you still doing here?"

Father Lin glanced at Mother Lin beside him, his eyes full of disdain, "Why don't you go and cook! Women are trouble!"

As he said this, he subconsciously aimed the cigarette butt in his hand at Lin's mother.

The arm is raised high.

But when he thought that this was a special situation and he should try to avoid unnecessary complications, he withdrew his hand abruptly.

He threw it to the ground and crushed it hard with his feet.

Mother Lin was so frightened that her body trembled, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, and she could only turn around and walk quickly towards the kitchen.

No one noticed.

There were bruises on her arms and neck from being beaten and scolded by Lin's father, as well as scars from cigarette burns.

"Poor Jiahui."

In the kitchen, Lin's mother wiped her tears with her hands, her voice choked with sobs, filled with endless sorrow:

"That's good. I'm free now. I don't have to suffer this anymore."

…

As expected.

A day later, the police went to Lin Shengjun's home and conducted a detailed investigation into Li Jiahui's death.

Lin Shengjun pretended to be sad and innocent.

Her eyes were red, as if she had just cried, and her voice was a little hoarse as she said to the police:

"Comrade police officer, Jiahui is gone. I still can't get over it. I really can't believe she disappeared so suddenly..."

As he spoke, he covered his face and pretended to cry a few times.

Anyone who sees that look at first glance.

Everyone would think he was a heartbroken husband who had lost his beloved.

"Mr. Lin, we understand that you and Ms. Li Jiahui seem to have frequent conflicts in your daily lives. Is that true?"

The police took the record seriously.

"No, officer, it's normal for couples to have a few arguments occasionally. Every family has its ups and downs, but our relationship has always been good."

Lin Shengjun flatly denied it.

"Yes, comrade police officer, our family is quite harmonious. Shengjun is devoted to Jiahui. What happened to Jiahui was just an accident, but it has caused great harm to our whole family."

Father Lin also echoed.

His face was filled with sadness as he spoke well of Lin Shengjun.

Lin's mother stood aside, with her head lowered, her hands unconsciously tugging at the corners of her clothes, and she was extremely conflicted.

She knew that what her son and husband said were lies.

But I didn't dare to tell the truth against their wishes.

"Okay, we understand the details." The leading police officer wrote it down in his notebook.

There is no direct evidence to prove that Li Jiahui died from domestic violence, and she did die in Tang Shi's home.

Therefore, even if Lin Shengjun had committed domestic violence before, he could not be sentenced.

The police asked some more questions about Li Jiahui's daily life, interpersonal relationships, etc. before getting up and leaving.

After the police left, the disguise on Lin Shengjun's face disappeared instantly.

Instead, his face was filled with impatience and disdain.

He snorted coldly and said to Father Lin, "Dad, look, I told you they had no evidence to hold against me. They kept asking the same questions, but they only got the same answers. What else could they possibly find out?"

"Don't take it lightly. You still need to appease your father-in-law and mother-in-law as soon as possible."

Father Lin frowned and reminded seriously.

"knew."

Lin Shengjun curled his lips and replied nonchalantly.