Chapter 170 Thanks
The first call Song Sha received was from the police station.
"Mr. Ying suffered a minor head injury and is in good health, so your actions do not constitute a crime," the policewoman on the other end of the phone said cheerfully.
Song Sha felt a huge weight lift from her heart, yet it was still somewhat unbelievable.
No toxins were detected in his body.
Is the back of the head also a minor injury?
While she was still in a daze, the policewoman kindly reminded her:
"However, you should seriously consider getting a divorce. Domestic violence is either zero times or countless times."
“…I understand, thank you.” Song Sha sighed.
Although she escaped this time, she hesitated about her plans.
It is a crime after all.
However, her plan had many flaws.
For example, she was so worried every time she went to the hospital this time. She still has two years to go. How can she avoid the possible risks?
Ying Yanghui disagreed with the divorce.
With the cooling-off period and the lawsuit, it will probably take a year and a half to resolve.
Song Sha showed a pained expression.
Or maybe we should just go down in flames together...
The thought had barely formed when the second phone call rang.
"Hello, is this a family member of Mr. Ying Yanghui? We regret to inform you of the unfortunate news that Mr. Ying has passed away unexpectedly. Please accept our condolences."
"..."
Song Sha almost thought she had misheard.
"What did you say? Are you kidding me? Ying Yanghui is dead?"
Her tone rose, and she asked sharply.
"I'm so sorry, please accept my condolences. He tripped over a bottle in the alley behind the bar and fell, getting stabbed in the broken glass..."
The person on the other end of the phone kept comforting him.
"Impossible! Where is he? I need to see it with my own eyes! I won't believe it unless I see his body—"
Song Sha's voice trembled just right, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.
The other end announced the name of a hospital, the closest one to the bar street where Ying Yanghui frequented.
Song Sha hung up the phone and sat blankly on the sofa for a long time.
Suddenly, a sob burst from his chest, followed by hysterical laughter that brought tears to his eyes.
"Good death, good death."
She took out the insurance policy and examined it carefully, gently wiping her own name in the beneficiary section with her sleeve, her movements as tender as if she were caressing the face of her true love.
Ying Yanghui died suddenly, the day after Song Sha accidentally injured someone.
The insurance company had suspicions and launched an investigation into his death.
However, the surveillance video in the back alley clearly showed that Ying Yanghui's staggering steps precisely hit the rolling wine bottle, and the broken glass pierced his carotid artery. It was all a pure accident.
Ying Yanghui also underwent a full-body check-up that day, and there was nothing wrong with him.
During the questioning, the attending physician repeatedly emphasized: "This person's physical condition is such that even if he drinks alcohol for another ten years, he wouldn't suddenly die."
Ultimately, the chief investigator wrote in the case report: "Based on all the evidence, Ying Yanghui's death was an accident caused by his own negligence while intoxicated, and there is no direct or indirect causal relationship with the beneficiary, Song Sha."
The insurance money was deposited in full into Song Sha's account.
As a widow, she organized Ying Yanghui's funeral.
She wept bitterly at the funeral, her eyes swollen like walnuts, her expression one of utter desolation.
My condolences...
The relatives came forward one by one to comfort her, but no one noticed the fleeting smile that appeared on her lips as she lowered her head to wipe away her tears.
She deliberately showed off the bruises on her neck that hadn't completely faded, trembling slightly under the sympathetic gazes of the crowd.
“What a wonderful daughter-in-law…” a neighbor exclaimed in admiration of Ying Yanghui’s mother. “Even after being beaten like that, she still took care of her until the very end.”
Ying's mother glared fiercely at Song Sha, who was wiping away tears, "What's so good about it? You're a jinx..."
Song Sha heard what Ying's mother said, but she ignored it and focused on greeting the guests.
She saw Zheng Tianhe walk in through the door, and her eyes lit up.
"Tianhe, thank you for coming."
Zheng Tianhe was genuinely happy for her, but she couldn't show it too obviously at the funeral, so she tried her best to keep a somber face.
She stepped forward and took Song Sha's hand, "...Everything will be alright."
"yes."
Song Sha tightened her grip, and the warmth of their palms touching felt especially real in the cold mourning hall.
Zheng Tianhe stepped aside and said, "I also brought a friend with me."
A woman in a Taoist robe walked out from behind her and smiled at Song Sha.
Song Sha recognized him as the mystical streamer who had given Zheng Tianhe divine power to save her, a man who had only recently connected to the internet.
"A master of a thousand years!" Song Sha's eyes welled up with tears, and her voice trembled genuinely.
"Don't mention it," Lu Yao smiled. "You can call me Lu Yao."
Lu Yao took out a vermilion-red envelope and handed it to Song Sha.
Song Sha was about to decline when she froze the moment her fingertips touched the envelope; its thickness carried a weight far exceeding that of ordinary social interactions.
"This is too much, I can't accept it!"
Song Sha was shocked. This was the first time she had met the anchor in person. How could she possibly accept such a generous gift?
Zheng Tianhe stuck out her tongue and nuzzled Song Sha's arm. "Take it. This is a top anchor at ChanLe, it's nothing to her."
After a brief standoff, under Lu Yao's unwavering gaze, Song Sha gave in, "Thank you... I'll remember this favor."
She took the envelope from Lu Yao's hand, her gaze inadvertently falling on Lu Yao's hand.
Song Sha was stunned.
For a moment, she almost stopped breathing; those were hands that she would never forget.
Her joints were distinct yet elegant, and her slender fingers were like carved white jade, long yet not weak.
In that hazy dream, it was these hands that hung above Ying Yanghui's forehead, the fluorescent light flowing from their fingertips like threads woven from moonlight.
At the time, she thought it was just a bizarre dream...
"What's wrong?" Lu Yao's voice pulled her back to reality.
Song Sha then realized that her hands were shaking badly.
She slowly raised her head and met Lu Yao's smiling eyes.
Her eyes were clear as autumn water, reflecting the lights of the mourning hall and her terrified face.
“I…” Song Sha’s throat bobbed, all her questions swirling between her lips, “…I will make good use of this money.”
The vanished poison bottle, the toxins removed from Ying Yanghui's body, his injuries becoming unusually minor, and the bizarre accident that led to his death...
In an instant, all the past events flashed by like a revolving lantern, and Song Sha sorted out all her thoughts.
She said slowly, "I... have no way to repay you."
Looking into her eyes, Lu Yao understood that she had grasped everything, and smiled faintly.
"Your well-being is the best gift you can give."
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