The person who came was none other than Song Anran, who was on the run and wanted by the authorities.
Jiang Jingyu is living comfortably in the nursing home, which is the top-tier nursing home in Yunzhou. The accommodation and medical team are excellent. She no longer cares about the outside world and lives a carefree life.
Song Anran's appearance seemed to shatter this peace in an instant.
With her belly swollen, Song Anran sat down on the sofa and said, "If you don't welcome me, you should at least welcome the child in my belly. This is a child of your Shen family."
Shen Jinmo did not tell Jiang Jingyu who the biological father of Song Anran's child was. At this moment, Jiang Jingyu still thought it was Shen Jinmo's child.
"How much longer until you give birth?" Jiang Jingyu asked, noticing that her belly was quite large.
"There are still more than three months left, don't you want to hear your child call you 'Grandma'?"
Having lived to this age and never lacked money or material possessions, my only pursuit might be having descendants to keep me company.
"Why are you looking for me at this hour? Is something wrong?" Jiang Jingyu looked at her warily, noticing that her arm was still bandaged, as if she was injured, and that she looked tired and disheveled.
“I’m being chased by the police and I’m looking to hide here for a while. I’ll leave once things have calmed down.”
After a long day of running around, Song Anran was exhausted and wanted to lie down on Jiang Jingyu's bed.
Jiang Jingyu, who was always very clean, would not tolerate such a mess of her bed: "Wait, what crime did you commit? Why did the police arrest you? If I hide you here, it's considered harboring a fugitive."
“Then you can leave me alone and hand me over. But before I go to prison, I will stab my own stomach with a knife. Rather than let this child go into the dark and hopeless prison with me, it’s better to let this child never come into this world.” Song Anran gently stroked her swollen belly.
Jiang Jingyu was shocked by the vicious and harsh words.
This is not a woman about to become a mother; she's a heartless demon.
She was suddenly glad that she hadn't tried so hard to arrange for her to marry her son, Shen Jinmo.
If a woman like that were to enter the Shen family, she would surely have a good life.
"Find me a clean set of pajamas."
Song Anran gave Jiang Jingyu instructions as casually as if she were instructing her own servant.
Back then, as Shen Shuyuan, the adopted daughter of the Shen family, she served Jiang Jingyu in the Shen family, doing everything meticulously and being extremely subservient.
Today she will take back all the sins she suffered in the past.
“I’ll arrange another room for you. There’s no reason for us to sleep together.” Jiang Jingyu was used to sleeping alone and couldn’t accept sharing a bed with someone else.
"If you arrange another room for me, it will inevitably arouse suspicion. Starting tomorrow, you will eat all your meals outside and bring back some food with you. Don't let the caregivers come to clean. Also, don't accept anyone coming to your room."
Song Anran had made clear arrangements for Jiang Jingyu, which immediately infuriated her.
"What do you take me for? Even my son has never given me such orders. I'm not going to serve you like this." Jiang Jingyu was furious and turned to leave to have someone kick the woman out.
“If you don’t want to, then I’ll just have to say goodbye to your Shen family’s children.” Song Anran picked up the fruit knife from the fruit plate on the table and made a cut along her stomach. “Also, this wound on my arm is one I cut myself.”
The gleaming, sharp blade stung Jiang Jingyu's eyes.
Jiang Jingyu gasped in shock.
Even if she were willing to kill the child, she would still be afraid to see such a scene.
I'll have nightmares.
"Okay, okay, I'll go get you your pajamas right away." As Jiang Jingyu opened the wardrobe, she took out her phone, seemingly about to secretly make a call to someone.
Song Anran, being shrewd and alert, noticed that something was wrong with her. "Don't call Shen Jingmo, and don't tell anyone I'm here. I told you, if anyone finds me here, I'll immediately take action against myself."
Jiang Jingyu eventually put her phone away.
Seeing that she had behaved herself, Song Anran took the pajamas from her hand and went to the bathroom.
That's why she chose to hide here.
It's because Jiang Jingyu is the wife of the Shen family, and she has enough authority in this nursing home to live a good life. Furthermore, since Shen Jinmo and Jiang Jingyu had a falling out, Shen Jinmo has never stepped into the nursing home.
No one cares, so it's safe.
I came out of the bathroom after taking a shower.
Jiang Jingyu's pajamas are mostly sexy ice silk, and the colors are mostly white and silver-gray, which are fashionable and youthful. Her size is larger than Song Anran's, and Song Anran doesn't look out of place wearing them even though she is pregnant.
After cleaning the wound and applying medicine to the arm.
Song Anran lay on the bed, pulled the covers up, and fell asleep peacefully.
After Jiang Jingyu finished showering, she went to the bedside and wanted to lie down, but found that there was no blanket and Song Anran had taken up most of the space.
She had nowhere to go.
I simply made do with the sofa next to me for the night.
The next morning, while Jiang Jingyu was still asleep, Song Anran woke her up and asked her to go to the cafeteria to buy her breakfast, as she was hungry.
As her belly grew bigger each day, she got hungry more easily than usual.
Jiang Jingyu was so angry she gritted her teeth. At her age, she had never suffered such humiliation.
Song Anran seems to be an ancestor sent to deliberately torment her.
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For a whole week, Lu Zhiwei went in and out of the police station, working with Liu Changqing to track down Song Anran's whereabouts.
No exit record was found for Song Anran.
Such a large living person seems to have vanished into thin air.
During the interrogation of Su Ziheng, he denied killing Song Anran, insisting that she had committed suicide.
The salvage team also found nothing.
Lu Zhiwei had no choice but to suggest that Liu Changqing release Su Ziheng first, since there was no direct evidence that Su Ziheng had killed someone and had a motive for the crime.
On the day Su Ziheng was released, Song Hanzheng personally came to the police station.
The moment Song Hanzheng saw Su Ziheng, his face was filled with hostility. He grabbed Su Ziheng and roared, "You were the last person to see my sister. Do you even know where she went?"
Su Ziheng remained unmoved by the sharp questioning: "I already told you she drove her car into the river, but you didn't believe me. If you don't believe me, why are you asking me again?"
Lu Zhiwei pulled Song Hanzheng back from his emotional breakdown.
These past few days he's been busy searching for his sister everywhere, and he's become exhausted, with a stubble growing on his chin.
"Let him go."
Song Hanzheng released his hand, letting Su Ziheng leave the police station.
"Letting him go was also a consideration between Captain Liu and me. Perhaps Song Anran will contact him privately," Lu Zhiwei said, biting her lip.
Having barely eaten for several days, Song Hanzheng was severely lacking in energy.
As he stepped out of the police station, the blazing sunlight beat down on him.
A wave of dizziness washed over him, and his tall body swayed precariously, collapsing towards Lu Zhiwei.
Lu Zhiwei quickly reached out and put her arm around her.
Song Hanzheng fell into her arms, resting his chin on her shoulder.
"Hey, you're a doctor, don't you know people need to replenish their energy? How can you treat yourself like this?" Lu Zhiwei pushed the man hard.
Not far away, in a black Cayenne driving towards the police station, when Shen Jingmo saw this scene, he immediately told Lin Jing to stop the car and quickly ran towards the two of them.
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