Through the ravages of time, indelible wounds remain.
Zhao Sheng rubbed his hands together, revealing the deep lines and prominent veins on the back of his hands.
“What happened that day is impossible to verify. The last thing I learned was from Jiaying. Around 4:30 in the afternoon, she called me. Her voice was trembling, and she was in a state of great terror. She cried and shouted, ‘I killed someone, I killed your wife. What should I do? What should I do?’ There was also the sound of a child crying on the other end of the phone.”
“I thought of a lot of things in an instant. I can’t panic at this time. Jiaying can’t be hurt. She’s a kind girl who’s afraid of stepping on an ant. I told her to calm down, that I would go to find her, and to leave everything to me.”
"About forty minutes later, I arrived at her house and saw my wife lying in a pool of blood, with a fruit knife stuck in her chest. Jiaying's face was covered in tears and was deathly pale, and her hands and body were covered in blood. She was slumped on the cold floor tiles. Little Dai Dai in the cradle had probably cried herself to sleep."
Zhao Sheng closed his eyes; this past event would probably still overwhelm him with emotion.
He stepped forward and embraced the girl he loved most. She clung to him like a lifeline, her fingernails digging into his skin.
"Brother Sheng, I don't want to kill her, I don't want to."
"I don't know... how she found this place. I sent the aunt away, wanting to talk to her calmly. I'm already married, why won't she leave me alone? Why?"
Zhao Sheng was filled with self-reproach. After all, what had Jia Ying done wrong? He patted her back to comfort her, "I'm sorry, Jia Ying, it's all my fault. I'll handle it. Even if we go to jail, it will be me."
Time is slipping away, and every minute and second is precious. Zhao Sheng must handle everything in the shortest possible time and ensure that Jia Ying is not harmed in the slightest.
The word "prison" stung Ji Jiaying's ears. She wiped away her tears haphazardly; she still harbored feelings for Zhao Sheng. "I killed him, it has nothing to do with you. I'll turn myself in, maybe I'll get a lighter sentence."
Zhao Sheng stopped her. "Are you crazy? What will happen to your daughter if you go in? Listen to Jiaying, tell me now, how did you accidentally kill her?"
Ji Jiaying stared at him blankly, then looked at the baby in the swaddling clothes. "She cursed me, called me a vixen, said I ruined her marriage and happiness, and caused her to get a divorce. She also said my child was a bastard. I told her my daughter's surname was Xue and that she had nothing to do with you. But she didn't believe me, and... she even took a fruit knife; she wanted to hurt my child."
In the Xue family's living room, there was a coffee table with a fruit plate on it.
People say that women are inherently gentle, but become strong when they become mothers. When Madam Zhao tried to harm Xiao Dai Dai, Jia Ying unleashed an unprecedented life force. She snatched a knife and stabbed Madam Zhao in the chest.
Zhao Sheng bent down and knelt in front of his wife, his right hand gripping the handle of the fruit knife again. "Jiaying, remember this: she committed suicide because she was unhappy with my divorce and felt hopeless and had no interest in life. It has nothing to do with you."
He simulated the angle of suicide and delivered the final blow.
Then he helped Jiaying up and led her to the bathroom to wash away the blood. "Jiaying, where's Xue Jingnian? When is he coming back?"
Jiaying felt as if she were in a dream. "He...he went to the clothing market. If he's early, he should have arrived by 6:30."
Zhao Sheng held Jia Ying's hand, his expression solemn. "Jia Ying, you can't hide this from your husband. I need to get the body out after nightfall, and I can't do it without his help. So, we have to be honest with him. If he's willing to help me, this is a suicide. If he's not, I'll take all the punishment. Go, change into clean clothes."
Zhao Sheng began cleaning up the scene, using all his intelligence to cover up every trace that could be concealed.
Having done everything, he dialed the phone number of the clothing market where Xue Jingnian was located.
For the sake of the woman they both loved, Xue Jingnian chose to do the same thing as Zhao Sheng, and filled in the gaps in Zhao Sheng's words and actions, contributing considerable intellectual expertise.
Zhao Sheng notified his ex-wife's parents, who were out of town and wouldn't arrive for at least three days. He showed remorse and offered his in-laws substantial compensation. The elderly couple simply assumed their daughter hadn't been fortunate enough to enjoy it, took the money, arranged the burial, and then passed away.
At that time, Zhao Jiequn already had memories, but he was very dissatisfied with his father. But what could a little child do?
Skipping the final blow, Zhao Sheng recounted the whole story.
“Yun Chao, I thought that was the end of it. I never appeared in Jia Ying’s life again. Love is about letting go and fulfilling, isn’t it? But I never expected that this was just the beginning of a nightmare. Jia Ying was under tremendous pressure and had several mental breakdowns. In today’s terms, she suffered from severe depression and schizophrenia, and even attempted suicide more than once. Xue Jingnian was at his wit’s end, so he came to me.”
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