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Jiang Chunian: "You said, your wife killed you?"

Everyone was stunned by Jiang Chunian's words.

“I’m going, I’m going, I’m going!”

Netizens are unable to describe their feelings.

Isn’t this development trend too terrifying?

The scumbag who abandoned his wife and children was killed by his wife?

When was he killed?

"Impossible!" Zhang Xia came to her senses and screamed, "My mother would never do such a thing. Zhang Donglin, please stop slandering me."

Zhang Xia was furious. "Back then, you had no money, no house, nothing, but my mother didn't despise you. She married you regardless of the family's objections. She treated you like a master, gave birth to your children, took care of the house, and looked after the elderly. She never said a word against you in all these years. She just wanted to see you before she died. And yet you slander her like this. Do you still have a conscience?!"

Zhang Donglin sneered, "Did I beg her to marry me? I never had any interest in her, okay? If she hadn't shamelessly stayed at my house and instigated my parents to threaten me with death, would I have married her? I wouldn't even bother to touch such a cheap woman, but she's so shameless, she's like she's never seen a man in her eight lifetimes and she insisted on getting into my bed. I kicked her off the bed but she still crawled away, and even teamed up with my parents to force me to drink and drug me. I've never seen such a cheap woman. Bah."

Jiang Chunian was very surprised to hear these words, but Zhang Xia couldn't see or hear Zhang Donglin, so she said angrily, "I won't allow you to slander my mother!"

Zhang Donglin started cursing again.

Jiang Chunian got a headache after hearing this and shouted, "Shut up."

Zhang Donglin wanted to say something, but Jiang Chunian said, "If you want your children to tell the world what happened back then, then shut up."

Zhang Donglin shut up, but then he said, "I'm going to call the police. I want to expose Guan Hong's evil deeds."

"Okay." Jiang Chunian nodded: "Give me your address."

Zhang Donglin said.

Jiang Chunian took a pen and paper and wrote it down, then handed it to Hua Junhong: "Call the police and have them go to this address immediately."

Hua Junhong took it and reminded Jiang Chunian, "In our country, the statute of limitations for criminal prosecution for killing a human being is 25 years. If his case happened 30 years ago, it's very likely that the statute of limitations has already expired. Even if the police went, they might not file a case."

Zhang Donglin heard this and said, "Guan Hong is almost dead. Even if I sue her, she won't live to see that day. I don't care whether I can hold her criminally responsible or not. What I care about is that the truth can be revealed to the world, so that everyone can know that it was that bitch Guan Hong who lied back then. I didn't abandon my wife and children. I wanted her to divorce me back then!"

Jiang Chunian nodded and said to Hua Junhong, "What the victim cares about is revealing the truth and clearing his name. He doesn't care whether he can be held legally responsible."

"Okay." Hua Junhong understood and turned around to call the police there.

Zhang Xia's face changed. "Master Jiang, you can't believe his one-sided story. He's not a good person at all. He used to beat my mom all the time, and then he had affairs with other women. He had a mistress and insisted on divorcing my mom. When my mom refused, he ran off with her. He hasn't been back in all these years and there's no news from him. Who knows how he died out there? Maybe he was killed by that mistress?"

"Bah!" Zhang Donglin spat at Zhang Xia. "You're a college student, and you dare say such things! What's wrong with me having a mistress? I didn't want to marry that bitch Guan Hong back then, but she was the one who schemed and forced me to marry her. Why can't I divorce her now that I have a woman I love? Does that mean I should give my whole life to her just because she's a bitch? Does she deserve it?"

Jiang Chunian said to Zhang Xia, "Your father said in person that he did love someone else and did want to divorce your mother, but it was also your mother who killed him."

"No, it's impossible. My mother is very gentle and kind. She would never do such a thing. I don't believe it." Zhang Xia shouted, "Master, I don't count it, I don't count it."

Jiang Chunian said to Zhang Xia, "I understand your feelings for your mother, but I also hope you can remain calm and rational when looking at the emotional entanglements of your parents' generation, and not let prejudice blind you. You may not love your father, but he is dead, and his wish was for the truth to come out and for him to be cleared of all charges. As his daughter, you have an obligation to help him find the truth, but since this involves your mother, no one will blame you for standing idly by, but please don't stop it."

Now that things have come to this, there is no point in stopping it.

Because they had already called the police, they could still contact Zhang Donglin when the police arrived, helping the police find Zhang Donglin's body and determine the truth of the murder case that year.

"Knock, knock, knock." There was a knock on Zhang Xia's door, followed by a man's voice: "Zhang Xia, what are you doing?"

Zhang Xia stumbled over and opened the door. Standing outside was a man who looked 50% or 60% like her. Tears streamed down her face. "Brother, he's dead. He said Mom killed him!"

"Who?" The man was stunned.

"Our father," Zhang Xia cried, "he said he didn't abandon his wife and children. The reason we haven't heard from him in all these years is because he's dead. Our mother killed him!"

"Zhang Xia!" Zhang Chun's face changed, and he said sternly, "Are you mentally ill? Do you know what you are talking about?"

"Brother." Zhang Xia covered her face and cried bitterly: "I don't know, I don't know anything."

On one side is her mother who raised her with great difficulty, and on the other side is her father whom she hated since childhood and thought had abandoned his wife and children. She emotionally leans towards her mother, but rationally she knows that if her mother really killed her father, then she is totally wrong.

The mother killed their father, and they lost their father forever.

She found it hard to accept.

Zhang Chun grabbed her and asked sternly, "Why do you say that? Who told you that?"

Zhang Donglin sneered repeatedly.

"It's me." Jiang Chunian's cold voice suddenly came from the room.

"Who?" Zhang Chun let go of Zhang Xia's hand, looked around sharply, and finally cast his gaze on the mobile phone on the table. He walked over and saw a young woman on the Internet. She had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and a peerless appearance. Her eyes looked at him clearly, as if they could see into your soul.

"Who are you?" Zhang Chun's eyes flashed with surprise for a moment.

"I am Jiang Chunian." Jiang Chunian replied.

"Jiang Chunian?" Zhang Chun showed a trace of confusion on his face, but soon he remembered and his expression changed: "It's you."

"It's me," Jiang Chunian said. "Your sister Zhang Xia asked me to find out your father's whereabouts. She said your mother is seriously ill and misses her husband who has been missing for many years. She wants to see him one last time."

"That's not true." Zhang Chun denied it flatly.