Chapter 112 Assassination
After running all the way, the person who came was already disheveled.
As the couple looked at each other, Shen Jingsi slowed down and stopped ten meters away.
Bei Tingwan's eyes were red and swollen. Feng Jinheng looked at the couple with a solemn expression. Shen Jingsi walked forward step by step without any expression.
In the corner of his eye, he saw a black body bag about three meters to their right; it was bulging.
The thirteen-meter distance felt incredibly long to Shen Jingsi, who could sprint a kilometer in a minute.
It's long, as if it's lived a whole life.
He bent his legs, which he could no longer feel, and knelt down in front of the body bag.
Just as the person reached for the zipper, Bei Tingwan called out from behind, "Jing Si..."
The man's hand, which was gripping the zipper, paused, and his dull, unfocused eyes slowly looked over.
Her heart clenched, and she pursed her lips, turning her face away.
Feng Jinheng, who was holding her, said in a deep voice, "You need to be mentally prepared."
Prepare?
What preparations?
Shen Jingsi felt he didn't need to make any preparations because he didn't really think that his wife was lying inside.
Splash!
The zipper was ripped open.
As soon as he looked up, Shen Jingsi, whose eyes were covered with countless blood vessels, relaxed for a moment and suddenly collapsed into a slumped seat, laughing.
It was a relief, yet also an overwhelming sense of sorrow.
He zipped up his pants, then stood up, supporting himself on his legs, as if talking to himself, or perhaps wanting to tell everyone.
"It's not her, absolutely not."
The couple opposite them heard this, but their faces showed no joy.
They had already seen the body; it was burned to a crisp, so they couldn't even do DNA analysis, let alone identify it with the naked eye.
But Chen Jingsi seemed quite certain, and didn't even glance at him a second time.
Muttering to himself, he walked toward the villa engulfed in flames under everyone's watchful eyes.
“Mr. Shen, you can’t go in. There are still safety hazards inside, and there is a possibility of a secondary explosion.”
Shen Jingsi acted as if he hadn't heard anything and walked inside with a determined look in his eyes.
When Wang Kai finally arrived, he saw his boss attempting suicide. Without taking a break, he rushed over and, together with Feng Jinheng who had arrived earlier, carried the man back from either side.
Shen Jingsi struggled frantically, shouting, "Let me go! I need to find my wife!"
Feng Jinheng yelled at him, "Are you crazy, Shen Jingsi! There's no one inside anymore, are you going to go in and die?!"
Shen Jingsi still seemed not to hear him. "That's not her. She should still be trapped inside. Let go! She's calling for me to save her. Can't you hear her? I need to find her!"
Wang Kai's eyes welled up with tears. "Boss, wake up! Nobody's shouting anymore."
The fire chief frowned deeply. "Mr. Chen, I can assure you, on the verge of my career, that there is really no one inside."
Shen Jingsi stopped and looked at the man. "Are you sure?"
The captain nodded. "I'm absolutely certain. There was only a charred body and a burned, unconscious woman."
Licking his blood-stained lips with his tongue, Shen Jingsi pulled his arms back and turned to walk away.
"Then she's waiting for me at home. That heartless girl must have sneaked home to take the child."
“If I miss my child, I’ll take her to see him/her. Why did I sneak away? I don’t want her to know that the child is still alive. I don’t want her to suffer along with me.”
"I spent so much money to hire the world's top experts, and all I got was a survival rate of less than 10%. I don't want to see her sad every day, but I don't want her to suffer day and night until the end, only to have to go through that pain again."
“Lu Zhenyu, you can’t die, right? You promised to stay with me forever and live a good life. You said you believed in me, I’m working hard, what you want is coming soon, how could you die? You won’t.”
At this moment, Shen Jingsi's soul had already been drawn away by the raging fire behind him. Dragging his numb body, he wandered through the chaotic world, talking to himself as he staggered forward aimlessly and unconsciously.
As I was walking, a person got out of a fire truck ten meters away.
He stopped walking, and Shen Jingsi, his bloodshot, wet eyes narrowed, slowly focused on the dark figure whose face was covered by a baseball cap and mask.
The man raised his right hand to him.
"Third brother, get out of the way!"
"Bang!"
Two sounds rang out simultaneously with the second explosion at the villa.
As everyone turned back in shock, the wounded body slowly fell, crashing onto the marble floor.
"boss!"
"Kyoto Shi!"
"Mr. Shen."
The horrified crowd rushed over, but the assassin sped away on his bicycle.
After the world spun around, Shen Jingsi's pupils, which had been gazing at the blood-red clouds in the evening sky, gradually dissipated into nothingness.
A tear rolled down his cheek, and as his consciousness faded, he closed his eyes.
Never mind, Zhenzhen, never mind anything else, I'll come find you, okay?
…
The wife of the president of the Shen Group set herself on fire; her husband was assassinated in the fire.
The two messages swept through Beijing and topped the trending lists on major social media platforms with lightning speed.
On the third day, news of a former Beijing government official being investigated for suspected massive embezzlement was released on the official Beijing government website, creating wave after wave of excitement in the capital.
The bullet, two millimeters from the heart, didn't kill Shen Jingsi; he woke up on the fourth day.
At first, no one in the room noticed.
His eyes, bloodshot from sleeping too long, stared silently at the white ceiling.
Shen Jinchuan was the first to notice and rushed to the bedside, "Brother, how are you?"
Upon hearing the sound, Chen's mother, who had been slumped on the sofa, rushed through the crowd. Seeing that her son was awake, her anxiety, which had lasted for days and nights, finally subsided, and she knelt down by the bedside and wept bitterly.
Seeing that Shen Jingsi's gaze had shifted away but he didn't speak, he looked around the ward filled with doctors and relatives.
He pulled off his oxygen mask, his throat, parched for days, could only manage a few words, "Where's Zhenzhen? Didn't she come?"
The mother, who had been trembling from crying, paused. She looked at her son, whose expression was serious, and her pale lips trembled uncontrollably.
"My son, Zhenzhen...she's gone."
Shen Jing glanced at the woman, then coldly looked away.
She got up, threw off the covers, and pulled the syringe from her hand.
Shen Jinchuan stepped forward to stop him, "Brother, you're still in danger, you can't move around now."
Shen Jingsi forcefully shook off his hand, "Get away."
The older brother who had taken him everywhere since he was a child and taught him how to do things and how to judge people, said the word "get lost" to him for the first time in his life.
Shen Jinchuan knew that once Shen Jingsi made up his mind, no one could stop him, so he could only step back and let him leave.
Feng Jinheng and the others stood behind with solemn expressions, but no one tried to stop them.
Only by seeing it with his own eyes will he be able to fully accept the reality that Lu Zhenyu is dead.
As he left the ward, under the watchful eyes and avoidance of the crowds along the way, Shen Jingsi stumbled and swayed as he made his way to the fifth-floor nursery.
Through the glass, the child, no bigger than his hand, lay quietly in the specially designed pod.
The little boy's body was covered with various instruments, and the doctors and nurses on rotation stayed by his side every step of the way, constantly monitoring the child's vital signs on the instruments. The slightest movement was enough to make the experts next door, who were always ready to go, tense up and use all their knowledge to snatch the child from the jaws of death.
No, it's not here.
Wearing a striped hospital gown, he ran barefoot out of the hospital building and jumped into a taxi parked at the bottom of the steps.
"Go to Qingshan Manor."
The driver glanced at the blood seeping from the man's heart area through the rearview mirror, swallowed hard, and asked, "Brother, are you sure your condition is okay?"
Shen Jingsi's voice was cold and hoarse as he stared intently at the road ahead, "Stop talking nonsense, drive your car, it's none of your business if you die."
And just like that, the taxi stepped on the gas and drove out of the hospital, followed by a Rolls-Royce, a LaFerrari, a Hongqi, and an ambulance.
We've looked in the greenhouse, the living room, the bedroom, and the nursery.
The servants stood stiffly by the wall, letting him rummage and smash things like a madman, their heads bowed and not daring to utter a sound.
They were heartbroken to learn that his wife had died, after so much time together.
Their wives were so kind, always treating them like family, so warm and considerate. Whenever anyone had a problem, she would offer both money and help.
With their eyes red and swollen, everyone watched as Shen Jingsi, after searching in vain time and time again, frantically slapped himself.
The front of the light blue hospital gown turned increasingly brownish-red.
Shen Jingsi, whose face grew paler and paler, continued to run barefoot across the floor.
He was going to drive to the Feng family home to look for her. Maybe Feng Manman had hidden her away; those two girls always liked to play this trick on him before.
Just as the man stepped out of the villa, Feng Manman, dressed in black, got out of the red flag.
The girl had her long hair pulled back, her face was bare of makeup, and behind her sunglasses were a pair of swollen, disfigured eyes.
She walked slowly to Shen Jingsi, who was standing at the edge of the steps, and extended her clenched right fist just as he was about to ask a question.
As Shen Jingsi looked down, he saw those tightly clenched, bloodless fingers open one after another, revealing a folded black silk handkerchief.
Shen Jingsi, "What?"
Feng Manman, “Her things.”
The man's hand, so thin that his knuckles were bony and protruding, reached out, his fingertips trembling.
When the icy palm gripped the silk handkerchief, Shen Jingsi shuddered violently.
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