Jiang Jiuhe stood in front of the Ling family's gate.
Housing is extremely scarce in Haicheng.
There aren't many houses with a single gate and a courtyard.
The Ling family owned one, and it was located in the heart of the city.
Surrounded by large, lush trees.
The large iron gate was tightly closed, giving off an impression that strangers should not approach.
Both being outstanding young talents in Haicheng, Ling Junye was barely clinging to life despite his broken body, but as long as he nodded, a great opportunity for promotion would be within his grasp.
Others are different.
For example, him.
He endured countless hardships to reach his current position. If he wants to advance further, he needs to become a county magistrate in another region and rely on nepotism to take even a small step forward.
The Ling family is like a fierce tiger; they must be eliminated.
If Jiang Pengyue hadn't repeatedly begged him to personally go to the Ling family to extend the invitation, he would never have given in so easily, even if a gun were pointed at his head.
It's because it was his younger sister who asked him for help...
Jiang Jiuhe loosened the buttons on his cuffs and reached out to knock on the door.
Unlike Jiang Pengyue, the Ling family clearly wouldn't treat him lightly. After the door opened, he was led by a member of the Ling family through the halls and into the main hall of the Ling family.
The room was filled with the aroma of tea.
The young man in white sat with his back to the entrance. He was so thin that his bones were almost visible, as thin as a white dove standing in the wind. He sat there abruptly, his sharp shoulder bones protruding, a shocking sight.
The boy sat alone on a sandalwood wooden table.
An empty teacup sits on the table.
Clearly, he had just finished entertaining his distinguished guests.
Jiang Jiuhe, with a solemn expression, stepped forward to greet him: "Comrade Ling, how have you been?"
"Cough cough cough—"
Ling Junye kept coughing.
He slowly got up and faced Jiang Jiuhe.
With a pale face flushed red and a cold gaze, he spoke indifferently, "I wonder what brings Secretary Jiang here? I did not send an invitation, I apologize for the inconvenience."
He verbally expressed "neglect," but his expression was arrogant and rude, showing no intention of entertaining Jiang Jiuhe.
Jiang Jiuhe had never been treated so disrespectfully.
He felt a surge of resentment, and memories of the past flooded his mind, making him want to leave.
But then he remembered his younger sister's soft pleading, and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart. He stepped forward and said, "Last time, I thanked Comrade Ling for saving my family. I came here specifically to invite you to a simple meal to express my gratitude..."
With a whoosh.
Ling Junye suddenly looked up.
A hint of mockery flashed in his dark pupils. He then slowly rose and walked step by step toward the upright Jiang Jiuhe, coughing lightly as he said, "Jiang Jiuhe, those you dislike never deserve to have names, do they?"
The boy's face was as cold as stone.
"Do you think I'd agree to that?" he sneered.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh.
Jiang Jiuhe was furious.
He took a deep breath and suppressed his anger, saying, "Ling Junye, don't push your luck. I've said it before, what happened before was a misunderstanding. Are you out of your mind to hold me accountable for this?"
sick?
A single word is like a switch.
Begin a bloody and dark journey.
Ling Junye's face was pale, and he exuded a fierce aura.
He looked at Jiang Jiuhe and said in a madman, "Yes, I am sick, and... I am quite sick."
Pfft.
Under Jiang Jiuhe's piercing gaze, Ling Junye suddenly flicked his wrist, and a dagger flashed past, causing him to instinctively reach out to block.
With a flick of the wrist.
The dagger suddenly reversed and plunged viciously into Ling Junye's chest.
Blood splattered.
Jiang Jiuhe felt a sudden heat in his eyes, and his gaze turned red.
What?!
Ling Junye wasn't trying to kill him, but rather... creating something himself?
Why?
Jiang Jiuhe's mind raced.
Before he could react, Ling Junye's eyes turned bloodshot, and he quickly flicked the blood from his palm, revealing a hint of glee in his resolute expression.
"Jiang Jiuhe, how dare you kill me—"
With a thud, he fell to the ground.
The next second, a large group of people appeared behind me.
Even more exciting, a frantic shout came from the crowd: "Ah, Third Brother, how could you come to assassinate Comrade Ling Junye? What grudge do you hold against him...?"
Jiang Jiuhe shook his head frantically.
He didn't.
No!
It was suicide.
This is a frame-up—
As if by prior arrangement, the Ling family members swarmed in, blocking all their paths.
Some were shouting, some were yelling for help, and some even rushed into the inner room to call the police station directly... The scene was chaotic.
Jiang Jiuhe panicked.
He waved his hand: "No, I didn't do it. He... he stabbed himself, really, really, you have to believe me, I wouldn't do that—"
He turned his head, and his panic was seen in a pair of bright, sparkling eyes.
Xu Manzhi appeared, her face wrapped in white gauze.
She was accompanied by Zhou Xiangqun, who had come from Beijing...
Brother-in-law!
The object of adulation.
Jiang Jiuhe quickly grabbed Zhou Xiangqun and subconsciously explained, "Brother-in-law, I didn't stab him. You'll believe me and help me, right?"
Zhou Xiangqun was utterly shocked.
He witnessed Jiang Jiuhe stab... Ling Junye.
Even if the sky were to fall, he could not protect Jiang Jiuhe because of nepotism.
This is a matter of principle.
"Ahhhhh, you killed my son—" Ling's mother rushed in through the side door of the hall, and screamed wildly after seeing the blood all over the floor.
She was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
He moved around frantically in place.
If someone hadn't spoken up to her, she would have collapsed to the ground, her vision going black.
At this moment, Xu Manzhi whispered, "Auntie, why don't you try to save Comrade Ling first?"
"Yes, yes, quickly get A-Ye to the emergency room!" Ling's mother shouted.
The Ling family has a separate emergency room.
As soon as the stretcher arrived, the Ling family members, familiar with the process, moved Ling Yunye onto it and then carried him straight to the operating table.
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