Chapter 112 Chapter 112 "Xiao An is likely to be sentenced...
The cell phone was thrown out in an instant and fell on the thick carpet. Windsor vaguely heard a slight movement, but she was too sleepy and did not open her eyes.
The air around seemed to become thinner. Yao Yingxia curled up into a ball and touched her throat. No one was strangling her, so why couldn't she breathe?
It turned out that even a distance of tens of thousands of kilometers could not stop the instinctive reaction Shen Xingchuan brought to her. Yao Yingxia thought sadly that she was not afraid of death, but she was afraid of that man.
But then Yao Yingxia realized a more serious problem. How could Xiao An's cell phone be in Shen Xingchuan's hands?
Nie Yuan and Shen Qingyuan had clearly told her that the ship her brother was on was wrecked and he was missing in the vast ocean.
A chill even colder than fear enveloped her like a spiderweb, and Yao Yingxia finally realized that the world was a huge, elaborate lie:
"The entire eastern Pacific Ocean has been affected by typhoons recently, and the sea is rough. Our arrival time will be delayed for a few days."
"We haven't received any notification that an accident has occurred over there. Yingxia, you seem a little overly nervous."
"It was really just because of the bad weather. The ship was moving very slowly and had to take a detour to avoid the storm."
"The ship's engine broke down and needs time to repair. It will be delayed for a few more days."
"Xia Xia, good things take time."
"When the ship docked, it was stopped by the coast guard and all those who entered illegally were detained. We are trying to find a solution, but the situation is not optimistic. Xiao An will most likely be deported."
Yao Yingxia tried to understand it as a kind of protection for herself, but after the plan failed, Shen Qingyuan slandered her brother as a waste, and Nie Yuan simply lied to her and said that her brother was dead.
Even though Yao Yingxia had vaguely sensed something was wrong before, she never doubted Shen Qingyuan and Nie Yuan. The two people she trusted most were quietly rotting away in a place she couldn't see.
The only thing to be thankful for is that her brother is most likely still alive, but if he falls into Shen Xingchuan's hands, it would be a disaster worse than death for her and Xiao An.
The symptoms of hypoxia caused by hyperventilation did not get relieved for a long time, but Yao Yingxia knew that she did not have much time to waste, and the price of making Shen Xingchuan wait for a long time must be very serious.
He had never had much patience, especially with a betrayer like her.
Yao Yingxia forced herself to stand up and tried to pick up the phone that had been thrown on the ground, but the moment she stood up, she felt dizzy and fell headfirst onto the carpet.
Although her bones, which were not covered with flesh, were hit hard, she seemed not to feel the pain. She just wanted to stand up anxiously, but she found it difficult to do even such a simple action. In the end, she could only crawl to the window little by little and hold the phone.
They were more conscious than ever before. This was a habit they had developed when facing Shen Xingchuan before. If they were not sober at this time, they would surely die without a burial place.
Yao Yingxia opened the dialog box again and received two more voice messages. She didn't dare to click on them and instead converted them into text.
"You must have been having so much fun that you forgot our wedding is in ten days."
"I suppose you'll be there on time, won't you?"
Yao Yingxia could almost imagine his slightly rising voice and the venomous and cold expression when he sent this message.
Tiny particles appeared on her arms layer by layer. When it comes to playing with people's hearts, Shen Xingchuan is indeed unmatched.
The fingertips holding the phone trembled slightly, and just happened to touch the latest voice message, which played directly: "It's a pity that your brother can't attend our wedding."
The calm foreshadowing in the beginning was just to lead to this sentence. There was no compassion in Shen Xingchuan's tone, and there was a faint indifferent smile.
Yao Yingxia didn't even dare to ask Xiao An what was wrong. She typed a few words tremblingly and pressed the send button.
When he received the words "I'm sorry, forgive me", it was early morning in China. Shen Xingchuan was sitting on a large leather sofa, in front of him was a huge laboratory similar to a supercomputer center.
Technicians working in shifts around the clock are still hard at work, including Pan Yue, who, as the person in charge of the "return" plan, hasn't been home for over a month.
Shen Xingchuan could forgive Pan Yue and give him another chance, but he could not forgive his wife.
In fact, when he saw the text message sent by Yao Yingxia, he was extremely calm. Even on the day when she escaped, he felt like a burning pine branch, feeling the pain that burned inside him.
However, anger cannot always remain at a high level. After burning all the nutrients, the anger gradually subsides, and the inside becomes a ruin.
After that, Shen Xingchuan looked less and less like a living person.
He could sit in this laboratory for days and nights without sleeping, watching everyone work. This did not prevent him from properly handling all matters within the group and continuing to follow up on various matters in the wedding.
Shen Xingchuan never doubted that he could not find Yao Yingxia. With absolute technical means, it was not difficult to find someone.
He was just so disappointed.
He had obviously accepted the fact that Yao Yingxia would never fall in love with him, but she insisted on seducing him and finally ruthlessly shattered everything.
People really can't have any delusions.
All he got in return for step-by-step concessions and tolerance was betrayal and manipulation. Since she was so ruthless, Shen Xingchuan certainly wouldn't show any mercy. He slowly typed out a line of words: "I've forgiven you too many times before."
When she received this sentence, Yao Yingxia was staring blankly at the ceiling. She had had many nightmares about Shen Xingchuan before, many of which were even more terrifying than this one. As long as she could hold on until the dream ended, she would find that it was all a false alarm.
Now she needs to face the source of her fear. The moment she lowered her eyes to look at her phone, Xiao An's photo suddenly appeared in her eyes.
He had shaved his head even shorter than before and was wearing the dark blue prison uniform issued by the detention center. Behind him was a background board with a height scale marked on it.
When Xiao An was in prison, he never allowed her to visit him. But now, Yao Yingxia seemed to have traveled through time and space and saw her brother from seven years ago.
Under the dim ceiling light, the boy's young face was lifeless in a way that didn't match his age. Yao Yingxia just blinked, and his face suddenly became more resolute and mature.
Shen Xingchuan knew too well what was bothering her. Wasn't it that the thing Yao Yingxia regretted most in her life was that Xiao An lost his freedom and ruined his future in order to save her?
Then he would personally deliver a gift even more terrifying than a nightmare: "Simple smuggling generally doesn't result in a prison sentence. Xiao An has a criminal record, so he should be sentenced to about a year."
When Yao Yingxia saw this, she actually felt a little relieved. It was only one year, which was much better than being arrested and lynched by Shen Xingchuan.
But soon she received another photo. It was probably a pull-out cabinet used for storage. There was a boning knife in the corner, and you could clearly see that it was covered with dried blood.
Yao Yingxia didn't know what this photo meant, but she felt as if her feet were cut off by the sharp knife in the picture. She vaguely realized that she would never be able to stand up again.
The unknown but imminent fear weighed down her like a thousand-pound steel plate. If Shen Xingchuan was even worse, he could have suddenly ended the conversation and tortured her for days and nights, leaving her in a state of panic and unable to make sense of the situation.
Unfortunately, there is not much time left and he still wants to see his bride at the wedding.
Shen Xingchuan mercifully revealed the answer to the mystery: "The police found this knife in Xiao An's rental apartment. It was stained with my blood and Xiao An's fingerprints. A repeat offender, armed, premeditated, and on the run—these factors combined should result in a sentence of around five years."
Yao Yingxia finally recalled the old news of Shen Xingchuan being attacked two years ago. At that time, a gangster attacked him with a knife in the underground garage. Afterwards, he escaped without a trace and the police have not been able to catch him.
Yao Yingxia also suspected Xiao An at that time, but he denied that he did it. Before that, her brother had never lied to her.
Yao Yingxia stared at the two words "five years" intently, her eyes gradually becoming unfocused. Before she had time to think carefully, a long spliced picture appeared on her phone.
At the top was a close-up of a middle-aged man. Yao Yingxia thought he looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before. Until she continued to scroll down, she saw a photo of the man sitting in a car.
Yao Yingxia finally remembered that this was the car that hit them from the opposite direction on the day she and Shen Xingchuan had the car accident. Afterwards, this middle-aged man came to visit them twice during their hospitalization.
The investigation at the time resulted in someone remotely controlling his vehicle, who was also an innocent victim. The police still failed to catch the culprit.
The finger on the photo froze for a moment before it bent slightly and continued to slide. Then she saw a photo of Xiao An and the middle-aged man riding in the elevator together, and a screenshot of the surveillance camera in the underground garage, Xiao An opening the other man's car hood.
This was followed by another message from Shen Xingchuan: "Premeditated murder. Although unsuccessful, it still caused serious consequences. The sentence should be around ten years."
Yao Yingxia felt dizzy after reading it. Ten years? How many decades can a person have in a lifetime? Was the car accident and the attack in the basement really caused by her brother?
She felt like she was in a horror movie. The dark night was filled with ghosts. Yao Yingxia could not find a way out and was destined to be devoured.
My heart sank as I received another video on my phone. This time it was from the living room surveillance of the large flat in Tianhe Bay No. 1.
The total length of the video was nearly ten minutes. As soon as Yao Yingxia opened it, she heard a very creepy muffled sound. She saw Xiao An punch another person in the lower abdomen. The other person staggered and fell heavily, and never got up again.
Xiao An pressed him to the ground like a butcher, swinging his fists wildly. Soon, sticky blood flowed out of the man's nostrils and mouth, and splattered everywhere.
This time, Yao Yingxia no longer had to recall who was beaten. After all, he left a deep impression on her. He was the "thief" who broke into her house through the window when she was alone at home while Shen Xingchuan was in the hospital due to a car accident.
Next, Yao Yingxia looked at the other party’s injury report: broken nose, fractured cheekbone, bleeding pancreas and spleen, five broken ribs, permanent hearing loss, and was eventually diagnosed as a second-degree serious injury.
"Such serious acts of violence should also result in a sentence of around ten years."
Yao Yingxia was like a child who had just learned arithmetic, her mind was confused: one year for smuggling, five years for the basement attack, ten years for faking the car accident, and ten years for violent assault.
She added it up several times before she finally arrived at the total of twenty-six years. Xiao An had just turned twenty-four this year, so by the time he finished serving his sentence and was released, he would be fifty.
Yao Yingxia's eyes were burning uncontrollably. Before she could see the screen clearly, she received even more devastating news:
"With a history of murder and multiple serious violent acts, the judge will likely consider him a serious threat to society and increase his sentence. Xiao An is likely to be sentenced to death."
If Yao Yingxia has other weaknesses, even if they are not enough to warrant the death penalty, he can still help her. This is the price she deserves for escaping.
Unfortunately, Yao Yingxia has nothing left.
Shen Xingchuan could almost imagine how desperate, helpless, and self-blaming his wife would be at this moment, and how the pain would completely drown her like an endless sea.
The pleasure of revenge made the corners of his lips relax slightly, revealing an expression similar to a smile, although he did not feel happy at all.
But this could at least make Shen Xingchuan feel a little more balanced, at least she could understand the pain she was suffering.
At the moment when Yao Yingxia was about to commit suicide, she saw Shen Xingchuan say, "I haven't handed over the evidence of the car accident and the surveillance footage of Xiao An injuring others to the police yet."
There is still room for everything.
How much room there is depends on her performance.
Just like a drowning person who would desperately gasp for air after being rescued, Yao Yingxia also wanted to grab the only lifeline that could save Xiao An, just as he expected: "What do you want me to do?"
"Just come back the same way you left."
This was said lightly and sounded easy to do, but Shen Xingchuan knew that his nephew was no longer the Shen Qingyuan who would obey her every word. But how to leave was something Yao Yingxia should consider herself.
Everyone is responsible for the mistakes they make.
"Xia Xia, my patience is running out. If you don't show up, the police will receive evidence of the car accident in three days, and they will receive surveillance footage of Xiao An injuring someone in six days."
Shen Xingchuan finally wrote: "Xia Xia, I wish you good luck."
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