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Lin Tingyue settled into the car, and the air around them seemed to freeze. Ye Wenyu wanted to find an excuse to leave this place quickly. At this moment, Lin Tingyue introduced to Ye Wenyu, "This person is the one who killed your mother."

What? Like a bolt from the blue, Ye Wenyu's eyes widened, her mind going completely blank. She couldn't believe it; this man was a complete stranger to her mother, so why would he kill her?

What ability does Lin Tingyue have to find the criminal who killed her mother? Perhaps she just randomly picked someone to deal with her.

Thinking of this, Ye Wenyu's face turned as pale as snow.

Lin Tingyue explained, "He was a professional assassin; he was hired to kill your mother."

Ye Wenyu's shoulders trembled, and her hands began to shake. A professional assassin—such a distant identity. Such stories don't only happen in movies and TV dramas, do they?

There really are professional killers in this world.

Lin Tingyue gave a cold laugh and said sarcastically, "You don't actually think Lin Tingfeng would kill your mother with his own hands, do you? With his status, wouldn't it be too foolish for him to personally commit murder?"

Indeed, Ye Wenyu was stunned for a moment, thinking that Lin Tingyue's words made sense. Even if Lin Tingfeng wanted to kill someone, he would ask someone else to do it for him.

Therefore, the existence of professional killers is necessary.

Thinking of this, Ye Wenyu's body began to tremble, like a leaf in a storm. If everything Lin Tingyue said was true, then at this moment, she was in the same car as the criminal who killed her mother.

The air seemed to have dried up, and she was like a fish that had been thrown ashore, unable to breathe.

The man in black glanced deeply at Ye Wenyu, who was sitting in the back, through the car's rearview mirror, his eyes filled with guilt and unease.

Lin Tingyue continued slowly, "Back then, he was hired by Lin Tingfeng to kill your mother. He did it, your mother died, and then you returned to Lin Tingfeng's side."

Ye Wenyu paused, the scattered, fragmented pieces slowly piecing together into a complete picture. She was starting to understand things better now. After the breakup, she returned to her mother's side because her mother strongly opposed her getting back together with Lin Tingfeng. At that time, her mother desperately wanted her to be with Cai Wenchuan.

Although her mother lived a life of poverty, she always maintained her self-respect. She hoped that her daughter could have a decent life instead of becoming a mistress of a rich man and living a life of darkness from which she could not hold her head high.

Therefore, when she discovered Cai Wenchuan, her ideal wealthy husband, she refused to let Lin Tingfeng bother Ye Wenyu any longer.

At that time, her mother stood in front of her, like a mother protecting her chicks, and treated Lin Tingfeng rudely.

Lin Tingfeng was angry at the time; there was a murderous glint in his eyes.

Upon thinking of this, Ye Wenyu shuddered, feeling as if she had a high fever, experiencing alternating chills and heat. Her ears also seemed to be buzzing with a million bees.

She remembered that her mother and Lin Tingfeng had a fight, but it was just a fight. How could it lead to her mother's death?

She didn't believe any of it, even though she had already sensed that something was wrong!

Therefore, Ye Wenyu tried to remain calm and said coldly, "What evidence do you have? I don't believe empty words. Maybe this person is just someone you randomly picked out and claim is a professional killer. There are no killers in this world—you've watched too many movies—"

Lin Tingyue sneered, glanced at the man in black, and then nodded.

The man in black seemed to see the conductor raising his baton, and took out a recording pen.

He held up the recorder and handed it behind his shoulder, clearly for Ye Wenyu. He slowly said, "I took their money and was obligated to help them out, but to save my own life, I also recorded the transaction."

Ye Wenyu's hands began to tremble, her eyes widened to the size of a teacup as she stared at the small recording pen.

Lin Tingyue explained, "It's a recording of Lin Tingfeng talking to him about a deal. You can clearly hear Lin Tingfeng's voice in it."

Finally, Ye Wenyu calmed herself down, and with trembling hands, reached out and took the recording pen.

She still didn't believe it and asked Lin Tingyue, "Why did you help me? How did you find this assassin? Was it all a fabrication? You just wanted to break me and your brother up?"

Lin Tingyue sneered and explained to Ye Wenyu, "That's right, I've always wanted to break you up, but I also know that without evidence, you won't believe me. You're not an idiot; you're a highly intelligent college student, which is why I found this person."

Ye Wenyu tightened her grip on the recording pen; this reason convinced her.

Lin Tingyue smiled and slowly said, "It's quite a coincidence. After my mother returned to China, she was worried that Lin Tingfeng would assassinate her, so she arranged for someone to follow him, which is how she discovered this assassin. At first, my mother thought that Lin Tingfeng was looking for him to kill her, but later she found out that he had other purposes. This is called 'If you don't want others to know, don't do it in the first place.' There are no secrets in this world."

At this moment, the assassin slowly said, "Young lady, I'm sorry, I did kill your mother. When I pushed her down the stairs, I knocked over a lot of flowerpots. Your mother said those were her flowers, and she got very angry and started fighting with me. I was initially hesitant because I felt guilty seeing how much the old lady loved life, but since she hit me, I was afraid things would escalate, so I increased the force. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have been able to kill her so quickly—"

A flowerpot?! Like a bolt from the blue, Ye Wenyu's mind went blank. Her voice trembled as she asked, "What kind of flowerpot?"

"Black, all the same size, the kind of cheap plastic flower pots."

Upon hearing this, Ye Wenyu's vision went black and she fainted.

When Ye Wenyu woke up, she was already on a park bench. Lin Tingyue, who had a cold face, was sitting next to her. The black-clad assassin was no longer there.

As dusk fell, a cool breeze blew gently, and the cars driving by on the road trailed long streaks of light like fireflies. Lin Tingyue sat beside her, looking like a wooden sculpture.

Ye Wenyu opened her eyes and looked at her palm. The recording pen was still there, and she clenched her fist tightly.

Lin Tingyue glanced at her, stood up, and said to her, "You're awake, then I'm leaving."

"Wait a minute—" Ye Wenyu sat up straight, put the recording pen in her coat pocket, and composed herself, carefully recalling what had happened. Lin Tingyue came to her and told her that her mother had been murdered. When she became suspicious, Lin Tingyue even brought in the killer who killed her mother. In Lin Tingyue's car, the killer confessed everything. Then she couldn't bear the shock and fainted, but now she's awake.