Lu Zhiwei was held at gunpoint by "Chen Jinmo" and taken to the rooftop.
The shopping mall is five stories high. Looking down from the top floor, Lu Zhiwei felt a little dizzy.
This height is a guaranteed fatal fall.
She was forced outside the railing, the dark muzzle of a gun pressed against her fair forehead, unwilling to loosen its grip even slightly.
The rooftop was packed with onlookers.
Shen Jinmo finally arrived at the scene, still dressed in a suit and tie, still aloof and indifferent, with not a trace of nervousness on his face.
The two identical Shen Jinmo met formally.
Lu Zhiwei gripped the railing tightly. The wind on the rooftop tousled her short, black hair and made her fair face look somewhat disheveled.
Special police evacuated the crowd, cordoned off the rooftop, and issued a final warning to the perpetrator with guns drawn: "Put down your gun immediately and we will try to get leniency."
The fake "Shen Jinmo" ignored the police's orders and looked at Shen Jinmo mockingly, "Shen Jinmo, are you here to rescue your little darling?"
Shen Jinmo's superior jawline tightened, but his tone was nonchalant: "What's the point of saving a stupid woman who can't even figure out who her husband is? I'm here to help the police confirm your identity."
After all, there were two Shen Jinmos at the scene, and he needed to use fingerprint comparison to confirm who was the fugitive murderer in Qin Hai's suicide case.
Lu Zhiwei's eyes gradually darkened, and she felt an unbearable tightness in her chest.
She had initially had some expectations for him.
At least he was willing to come to this dangerous scene for her.
"Did you hear that, Miss Lu? Wake up! Marrying a husband like this is worse than dying with me." The man suddenly reached out and put his arm around Lu Zhiwei's shoulder.
Shen Jinmo's gaze darkened slightly when he saw the hand resting on Lu Zhiwei's shoulder.
Lu Zhiwei laughed calmly, her bright face displaying unparalleled beauty.
"Shen Jinmo, if I die, will you feel even the slightest heartache?"
"No." Shen Jinmo answered without hesitation.
"Did you ever love me? Even for just a second?" Faced with life and death, Lu Zhiwei knew it was ridiculous to ask such a foolish question.
But she still wanted to ask.
Three years of marriage—did it ever truly warm Shen Jinmo's heart?
The reason she is in this situation today is ultimately because she cannot be as carefree as she appears on the surface; her inner resentment is still at play.
"No," Shen Jinmo replied expressionlessly.
It seemed as if what they were facing was not a life-or-death gamble, but a game where they could win or lose.
He doesn't care about the dead.
"Stop wasting time. Police, shoot. Catching the criminal is more important. As for this woman, her life or death is none of my concern."
What a convenient excuse that life and death are none of his concern.
Is it wrong for her to just want the person she loves to love her back?
Seeing the pitiful state of the Lu family's young lady in his arms, as if she were about to break, Chen Jinmo felt extremely distressed.
"Don't cry, come into my arms. He may not love you, but I will."
The man, who had been holding Lu Zhiwei's gun down, relaxed slightly. His rough fingers brushed across the corner of Lu Zhiwei's eye to wipe away her hot tears.
At this moment, Shen Jinmo glanced at the police officers who were waiting for an opportunity and gave them a signal. Two special police officers crouched down, pressed against the railing, and gradually flanked the area from the side.
“Okay. Let’s kiss. Anyway, you have the same face as him. He doesn’t love me, so I choose you.” Lu Zhiwei sniffed and looked at “Chen Jingmo” with teary eyes.
A glint of light flashed in the man's eyes.
Lu Zhiwei boldly climbed onto the man's neck, deliberately cupping his face with one hand and intentionally shifting her gaze away from him so he wouldn't notice the police approaching.
I tiptoed to kiss him.
Shen Jinmo finally panicked.
He rushed over quickly, shouting, "Lu Zhiwei, how dare you..."
Bang--
A gunshot rang out.
The police bullet pierced the man's wrist bone.
The gun in his hand fell to the ground.
Bright red blood splattered all over Lu Zhiwei's face.
Lu Zhiwei didn't waste a moment; she reacted extremely quickly, grabbing the railing and trying to climb over.
Little did they know that the murderer was a desperate criminal.
He had no intention of surrendering or living.
He grabbed Lu Zhiwei by the back of her collar with his other hand and fell down the building.
Shen Jinmo rushed to the railing and reached out with all his might.
He wanted to grab Lu Zhiwei's hand.
"Lu Zhiwei!!!" Shen Jinmo's eyes were bloodshot.
Watching Lu Zhiwei fall straight down.
But he found himself holding the murderer's arm.
Damn it, he arrested the wrong person.
During those few seconds of rapid descent, Lu Zhiwei was buffeted by the strong wind, which blurred her vision.
But she could still see it clearly.
Shen Jinmo rushed over at the risk of his life to save a heinous criminal.
It wasn't her.
She will never be Shen Jinmo's first choice.
Lu Zhiwei fell heavily onto the safety airbag that the police had set up in advance.
She hunched over, curled up in a ball.
I feel pain all over.
But she never cried again.
She simply closed her eyes slowly.
——
Lu Zhiwei woke up in a private hospital's intensive care unit.
Apart from a slight headache, I have no other discomfort.
A commotion could be heard outside the door.
Shen Mu, Jiang Jingyu, and Lu Yunsheng were arguing outside the door.
"Lu Yunsheng, the daughter pays for the father's debts. I'd be happy if Lu Zhiwei died. What face do you have to come here and blame my son for not saving your daughter? My son did a great job. I'm proud of my son." Jiang Jingyu's sharp voice cut through the hospital corridor and reached the depths of Lu Zhiwei's heart.
Although Lu Yunsheng was a man and disdained arguing with women, he had to force himself to stand up for his daughter.
"Your Shen family has a grudge against me, so come at me directly. What kind of skill is it to bully my daughter?"
"Have you all had enough? If you want to argue, go outside and argue." Shen Jingmo, sitting on the bench, was furious.
Lu Yunsheng gave him a cold glance: "I'll settle the score with you later. I'll argue with your mother somewhere else first."
Upon learning the news, Mrs. Shen immediately had Shen Shuyuan drive her to the hospital herself.
Outside the ward.
The old lady sternly questioned Shen Jinmo: "You really didn't save my granddaughter-in-law?"
Shen Jinmo lowered his cold eyes slightly. Whether it was hopeless or not, the result was the same. What was the point of his explanation?
Seeing his silence, the old lady sighed, "Just wait for the day you'll be chasing after your wife."
Shen Shuyuan, standing behind him, glanced at Shen Jinmo's face, seemingly unintentionally: "Brother, are you alright? You must have been frightened too, right?"
"I'm fine," Shen Jinmo replied mechanically.
"Where's my sister-in-law? Is she awake yet?"
"I don't know." Shen Jinmo stared intently at the door of the ward.
"You'll find out once you go inside. You brat, what good are you standing here?" The old lady grabbed his arm and dragged him toward the ward.
Shen Jinmo broke free from the old lady's hand: "I'm not going in. You all go in. I'm going out for a smoke."
Lying in her hospital bed, Lu Zhiwei stared at the ceiling and laughed self-deprecatingly.
Then, she took out her phone and sent a message to Qi Mingli.
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