Chapter 169 Opening Champagne
Song Sha's actions constituted negligent injury, and she needs to go to the police station to give a statement.
Zheng Tianhe accompanied her.
Because it was deemed self-defense, and after a preliminary examination, the hospital said the situation was not serious, she was not detained.
It was already past midnight when Zheng Tianhe finished giving her statement, and she hailed a taxi.
The car was well-heated, but Song Sha was still shivering.
She whispered to Zheng Tianhe, "Thank you for always helping me out..."
“Actually, you can get a divorce.” Zheng Tianhe hesitated before speaking, looking at the streetlights flashing past the window.
The rearview mirror reflected Song Sha's pale face, a weak smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
It wasn't that she didn't want to get rid of Ying Yanghui, it's just... she had a more malicious plan.
Since her heart was completely broken, Song Sha has become even more gentle and considerate.
Ying Yanghui was very pleased with her transformation over the past three months.
Every morning at six o'clock, the aroma of fried eggs wafts from the kitchen.
The bento boxes she makes always have a good mix of meat and vegetables, and she even shapes the rice into cute shapes.
Dinner was even more varied, with the braised pork being caramelized to perfection.
"My wife has been really virtuous lately."
Ying Yanghui was showing off at the dinner table, completely unaware of Song Sha's trembling hand as she added ingredients to his food.
That bottle of colorless and odorless powder cost her 80,000 yuan.
The seller guarantees that the symptoms will not appear for two years, and the autopsy will only show natural organ failure.
With her remaining savings, she bought an accidental death insurance policy with herself as the beneficiary.
It wasn't a huge insurance policy, but for her, it was already a considerable sum of money.
The biggest challenge of this plan is that she has to be patient.
But patience is harder than imagined.
Every time Ying Yanghui drunkenly kicked the door open, Song Sha had to pinch her thigh to force a smile.
Once, he vomited on the floor she had just wiped. When she was squatting down to clean it up, she almost shoved a rag into his open mouth.
Zheng Tianhe's appearance disrupted her plans.
On the day Ying Yanghui returned reeking of alcohol, Song Sha suppressed her anger, constantly reminding herself that a small act of impatience could lead to disaster and even greater consequences.
She relied on a mental countdown to convince herself that in four hundred days, she would receive the insurance money and leave the city.
But the moment Ying Yanghui stared blankly at the fist on the door, her body reacted before her reason, and she subconsciously pushed him away hard.
Unfortunately, the back of his head hit the sharp corner.
Watching him being taken away by the ambulance, Song Sha was in a state of panic.
It wasn't that I was afraid of being held accountable for accidentally injuring someone, but rather that I was afraid the toxin would be discovered by the doctor.
The toxins she purchased would slowly integrate into Ying Yanghui's body later on, making them undetectable by tests.
But it's only been three months since those toxins were ingested, so we don't know if they'll leave any traces.
She couldn't tell Zheng Tianhe these secrets.
After saying goodbye to Zheng Tianhe at the door, Song Sha threw off her backpack and rushed into the study as soon as the door closed.
Her fingertips slid quickly across the spines of the books: "Family Medicine Handbook," "Complete Guide to Cooking Techniques," and more.
Behind these two most unassuming reference books should have been her last hope.
The moment the book was pulled out, Song Sha's breath caught in her throat.
—The small glass vial containing the poison is gone!
Her heart was pounding. She ransacked the house, shaking out clothes from the closet, flipping open the mattress, and even emptying the rice container in the kitchen.
The bottle was still nowhere to be found.
At five in the morning, Song Sha collapsed on the sofa.
Disturbed and exhausted, she finally fell asleep.
In the hospital corridor late at night, only the emergency lights emitted a faint blue glow.
The instruments in the intensive care unit beeped regularly. Ying Yanghui lay on the hospital bed with a bandage wrapped around his head.
Suddenly, the curtains moved on their own without any wind.
Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a long, slender shadow on the floor.
A woman stood in front of the hospital bed, her figure barely visible in the darkness.
She looked down at the pale-faced man, her eyes colder than the moonlight outside the window.
The electrocardiogram on the monitor suddenly fluctuated, as if sensing some danger.
She stretched out her hand, her index and middle fingers joined together, the tips gleaming with a faint blue light, and touched Ying Yanghui's pale brow.
The light, as if alive, penetrated his skin and traveled along his blood vessels.
At the same time, the glass bottle on Song Sha's bookcase "clinked" and disappeared into a wisp of smoke.
"ah!"
Song Sha sat up abruptly from the sofa, her forehead soaked with cold sweat.
She was still lying on the sofa, and outside the window, the shadows of tree branches swayed on the curtains.
It turned out that the scene in the hospital was just a dream she had.
...
The morning sunlight streamed into the ward.
Ying Yanghui sprang up from the hospital bed with a swift movement that startled the nurse making her rounds.
He looked at himself in the mirror from left to right, but couldn't find a single bruise.
"This is impossible!" he shouted, slamming his fist on the nurses' station table. "I demand a full medical checkup!"
In the CT scan room, the doctor stared at the screen, frowning: "The brain scan shows..."
Ying Yanghui swallowed nervously, “...Completely normal.”
MRI, blood tests, electrocardiogram...
After a round of examinations, the attending physician looked at the report and scratched his head: "With your physical condition, you'd be more than qualified to join the army."
The police station called soon after.
The police officer in charge of the case said in a relaxed tone: "The injury assessment results are in, minor injuries. Ms. Song's behavior does not constitute a crime. Your matter is at most a domestic dispute."
Ying Yanghui hung up the phone, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.
He touched the back of his head. He clearly remembered that it hurt terribly at the time, so how come he didn't even have a mild concussion?
The discharge procedures were completed very quickly.
Ying Yanghui straightened his collar in front of the glass window in the corridor, pondering how he would deal with Song Sha when he got back.
He touched the gauze on the back of his head, a sinister smile spreading across his face.
This time, we absolutely have to make her kneel down and admit her mistake.
He rehearsed his lines in his mind: "Wife, look how much I love you, I won't even hold it against you for sending me to the hospital..."
Thinking of Song Sha trembling, he even quickened his pace.
As dusk settled, Ying Yanghui turned into the neon lights of the Nightingale Bar.
The bandage on the back of his head hadn't been removed yet, but the alcohol was already coursing through his veins.
At 2 a.m., a pile of empty liquor bottles were already placed in front of Ying Yanghui at the bar.
When the girl sitting next to him, who looked like a college student, turned around, she glanced at him and pursed her lips.
"Who the hell are you glaring at?"
Ying Yanghui grabbed the collar of the other person's shirt, which was tied with a bow.
He was so skilled at this move; whenever Song Sha was "disobedient," he would grab her hair and slam her head against the wall in the same way.
This girl is about the same size as Song Sha, so she must be just as easy to bully.
The girl spat out, "Bad luck."
Before Ying Yanghui could even figure out what was happening, the whole world began to spin.
He was slammed onto the sticky floor with an over-the-shoulder throw.
The girl slowly rolled up her shirt sleeves, revealing the well-defined muscles on her forearms.
"Excuse me, I'm from the university's taekwondo team." She stepped on his wrist as he tried to brace himself. "I specialize in dealing with trash like you."
Amidst the laughter of the entire bar, Ying Yanghui was thrown into a dark, stinking back alley.
"You filthy woman..."
He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his curses echoing in the empty alley.
A dozen or so empty wine bottles lay scattered in the nearby garbage heap, some of which he had smashed there after drinking them.
He cursed as he staggered to his feet.
Stumbling, he stepped on the side of a bottle, cried out, and fell down.
A bottle with its spout inserted at an angle was aimed directly at his carotid artery, like a beast's tooth that had been waiting for a long time.
The sound of arterial blood spurting out is actually quite similar to popping champagne.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com