Lu Zhiwei slowly squatted down, looking at Su Ziheng, who was covered in blood and looked utterly disheveled.
"I knew President Su was keeping a mistress, but he just wouldn't admit it."
Su Ziheng glanced back at Song Anran in the basement, showing no sign of panic, as if he was prepared to fight Lu Zhiwei to the death.
Su Ziheng bit his thin lips and offered his hand to Lu Zhiwei: "Give me a hand. I know I was wrong. Loving someone like Song Anran is really deadly."
Lu Zhiwei scoffed coldly: "It's not too late to realize it now."
She handed her hand to Su Ziheng, pulling him up the stairs first, so she could lead her men down to capture Song Anran.
Su Ziheng, who was holding onto Lu Zhiwei's arm, struggled to climb out.
Lu Zhiwei walked down the stairs, followed by two armed police officers.
The moment the police caught up with Lu Zhiwei, Su Ziheng deliberately clutched his stomach and stumbled into the arms of the two policemen.
I stopped them for a while.
Lu Zhiwei turned around and saw that the hidden door had suddenly closed.
She immediately turned back, but it was too late.
The hidden door closed.
The police didn't follow.
The two policemen who caught Su Ziheng rushed angrily to the door and knocked.
Lu Zhiwei looked around but couldn't find any switch to open the door.
"Mr. Su, open the door." The policeman turned around and questioned Su Ziheng.
Su Ziheng pretended to be seriously injured and fainted. No matter how much they shook him, he did not open his eyes again.
This is what he owes Song Anran.
He knew that Song Anran and Lu Zhiwei had a life-or-death hatred between them.
They need to solve it themselves.
There were only the two of them left inside, leaving all the space and time to them.
Ultimately, who will have the last laugh depends on their own strength and fate.
That's all he could do to help Song Anran.
Lu Zhiwei tried every method imaginable, but was certain she couldn't open the door.
She felt relieved.
She definitely lacked an opportunity to settle accounts with Song Anran properly.
There's no one else here, no police.
She is Lu Zhiwei, who is all alone; she is also Song Anran, who is all alone.
I went down the stairs and came to the empty basement.
The space was sparsely furnished, with only a large white bed.
Song Anran sat on the edge of the bed. Su Ziheng ordered the maid to change her into a snow-white dress. Because of the blood he had stabbed Su Ziheng, the dress was stained with his blood, with specks of red.
She knew perfectly well that she had people monitoring Su Ziheng's every move, yet she still dared to come back and stab him openly. She must already know that the child is Su Ziheng's.
Song Anran calmly watched Lu Zhiwei walk towards her step by step.
She had long wanted to settle accounts with Lu Zhiwei.
"How is my brother?" Song Anran asked first.
She hasn't returned to the Song family since giving birth, and the Song family hasn't revealed any news about her brother.
"How is he? Do you care?" Lu Zhiwei crossed her arms and came to the bedside.
Song Anran smiled and said, "Yes, I shouldn't care. There's no one in this world I should care about, including myself."
"He's dead," Lu Zhiwei told her sadly.
Upon hearing this news, Song Anran's eyes visibly narrowed.
She immediately turned her face away to hide her emotions: "Lu Zhiwei, you are so cunning. Could it be that you are trying to collude with my brother to put on a show for me again, so that I will go back to the funeral and walk into your trap?"
"Is there any need for this now? You're right in front of me, your life is in my hands at any moment. You're pathetic, you can't even admit your brother's death. Is it because you're too guilty to sleep that you're deceiving yourself like this?" Lu Zhiwei mocked her sharply.
Lu Zhiwei guessed correctly; she was simply unwilling to admit the truth.
It was just a light cut.
Her doctor brother died just like that.
"Lu Zhiwei! This is all your fault. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have ended up in such a desperate situation, and my brother wouldn't have been willing to die for me." Song Anran pushed all the blame onto Lu Zhiwei.
It seemed that this made her feel a little better.
In psychology, this is called displaced hatred.
Lu Zhiwei laughed in disbelief.
I was both annoyed and amused by her shameless remarks.
Song Hanzheng's body is barely cold. If he knew in the afterlife that his death resulted in a stubborn and unrepentant younger sister, how heartbroken he would be.
"why are you laughing?"
Song Anran stared at Lu Zhiwei's unstoppable laughter.
"I laugh at someone like you, you're just wasting air living in this world." Lu Zhiwei clenched her fists, her face filled with hatred turning cold and terrifying.
Song Anran sensed a powerful aura emanating from Lu Zhiwei.
She gripped the knife in her hand more tightly, the same one that had stabbed Su Ziheng earlier: "Aren't you a law-abiding citizen? Do you dare kill me here?"
"There are no cameras here, no third person to witness it. Whether you committed suicide or were murdered, who can prove it? As long as I can't be convicted, how can killing you be considered a crime?"
Lu Zhiwei suddenly reached out and grabbed Song Anran's arm, pulling her off the bed.
The knife hidden under the blanket was immediately pulled out by Song Anran and stabbed into Lu Zhiwei's arm.
Lu Zhiwei nimbly dodged, grabbed Song Anran's wrist, and twisted her hand back.
The intense pain forced Song Anran to release the knife.
With a clang, the knife fell to the ground.
Song Anran tried to pick it up with her other hand, but Lu Zhiwei stepped on the back of her hand with her shoe.
"ah--"
The intense pain forced Song Anran to scream.
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