While my thoughts were in a mess, Zhou Bingchen took me out of the police station.
It was getting late, and the early autumn night was filled with chills, making my rain-soaked body even colder.
Zhou Binchen took off his suit jacket and covered me with it, then hugged me while I was holding the child and got into the car.
In the car, this man who had never spoken to me more than ten sentences in three years in northern Myanmar suddenly became a chatterbox.
He said that Xiao Ling, who had lied to me that Chenchen was dead, was actually an informant for the police.
The reason why Chenchen was faked to die was because they were afraid that a leader who was behind the scenes had not yet been caught would take revenge on Chenchen.
After all, Chenchen had already been regarded as Zhou Binchen's son in the base.
In order to prevent Chenchen from being implicated, I had no choice but to resort to this last resort.
He also explained that during those days when I was being abused in northern Myanmar, it wasn’t that he didn’t come to rescue me, but that he was trapped and unable to escape.
It was rare for me to hear him talk so much, so I pulled the corners of my lips awkwardly to show that I understood.
After all, if I sacrifice one person, it would be worth it to save so many people.
But when I thought about how I protected that bottle of ashes as if it were my eyeball, I couldn't help but laugh at myself for being so stupid.
At that time, I almost collapsed because the ashes were almost washed away by the rain.
Suddenly, I was filled with questions: Why did he take the camellia from the balcony?
Seeing that I didn't say anything, Ji Linting glanced at me and continued to explain.
"That Yao Zitong who looks like you was actually paid to enter the manor."
"She has already admitted it in the police transcript, but we're still tracking down who it was through their communication devices."
At this point, Zhou Bingchen tightened his grip on the steering wheel, and his voice trembled a little, "At that time, I thought you really had an accident, luckily you are okay!"
"Otherwise, I really don't know how to..."
He choked and stopped talking.
I understood what he meant. I glanced at his trembling hands gripping the steering wheel, and my nose felt sore.
It is hard to imagine what kind of mood he was in when he chased Yao Zitong abroad, and then received a call that someone who looked like my body part had been found in China. He went from initial hope to collapse and finally despair.
But now I am just a dead man and cannot respond to him.
The car arrived at the hospital quickly.
Zhou Bingchen took Chenchen, who had already fallen asleep, from my arms and went with me to visit Aunt Jiang.
When we arrived, Aunt Jiang had just finished surgery and was still in the ICU for observation.
From a distance, I saw Jiang Xi sitting on a chair at the door with red eyes.
"Xixi..."
I called her in a hoarse voice.
With guilt, self-blame and speechlessness.
She stood up and, in front of the doctors and nurses who knew her coming and going, she rushed over, threw herself into my arms and burst into tears.
"You silly woman, you're lucky you're okay. I thought you killed someone for me, and I'd marry you in my next life! Wuuwuwu..."
I was amused by her. I didn't expect that she was still in the mood to make jokes at this time.
I breathed a sigh of relief after asking Aunt Jiang that the operation was successful and there were no major problems.
Jiang Xi pulled out her phone and opened the video to show me, her face beaming with excitement. "Look, this scumbag and bitch have finally gotten their comeuppance! Qiao Zhixian wanted me to kneel down and be exposed online. Luckily, you showed up later. Now the internet is filled with curses against this pair of bastards. It's really satisfying!"
I scrolled through the hot search news on my phone. Because Qiao Zhixian was a small internet celebrity before, and Ji Linting's identity as a doctor and a shareholder of a listed company was dug out, she quickly became the number one hot search.
Almost all netizens in the comment section were cursing Ji Linting and Qiao Zhixian, and some people also blamed me for being too extreme in threatening people with a knife, saying that violence should not be countered with violence and that I should be arrested.
Soon, my high school and even college classmates posted photos of Ji Linting and I dating in the comment section, and compiled the date of our marriage, as well as Ji Nannan's date of birth that someone had found, and the date of their marriage after my son's husband was kidnapped, confirming Qiao Zhixian's identity as a mistress who interfered in her sister's marriage.
My neighbor also posted the video of me being forced to kneel down to Qiao Zhixian on the day I returned from northern Myanmar.
Now all the netizens on the Internet were furious. Even those fans who were still struggling to defend Qiao Zhixian were speechless and started to curse.
"This is the most vicious mistress in history, right? She became the mistress and not only forced the original wife to kneel, she also forced her bestie to kneel!"
"Is this mistress a concubine from ancient times who traveled through time and space? Why does she like others kneeling to her so much? Are all the men in the world dead? Is she so determined to steal my sister's boyfriend?"
"People like this should be met with violence. If it were me, I would have killed that couple long ago. Die!"
As I read the comments from netizens, my stiff body softened and I felt comfortable all over.
When I was a ghost, I had grievances but nowhere to complain, and the grievances I felt that I couldn't explain were finally relieved.
Seeing that my body was still stiff and my facial expression had not changed, Jiang Xiru tried to rest her chin on my shoulder as she did when we were good friends in the past, but I turned away, afraid that she would see the corpse spots and scars on my body.
Jiang Xi looked hurt when she saw me avoiding her.
I had no choice but to lie and explain, "Xixi, I've been feeling down and wandering around these days. I haven't showered in a few days and I stink!"
Fortunately, Jiang Xi believed me.
She sniffed and laughed, "Hmm, it seems like you smell a bit strong!"
Then he looked at Zhou Bingchen beside him and said jokingly, "Boss Zhou, please take Chuyuan to the hot spring hotel and have a good bath. You two haven't seen each other for a long time!"
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