Chapter 115: Generational distinctions must not be confused.
Chen Xiumei stood blankly in front of her rented house. The cotton-padded coat she was wearing had been worn for too long, and the cotton wadding was old and knotted, greatly reducing its warmth. So she could only shiver in the cold wind.
She looked at the car that had stopped in front of her and Jiang Yingxu getting out of the back seat, her lips trembling as she dryly called out, "Xiaoxu."
Jiang Yingxu didn't reply, but just looked at the pool of hideous, bright red blood not far away.
The bloodstains snaked into the distance.
One can almost picture the knife tip piercing the body, Du Jian frantically staggering away, and blood dripping and spreading from the wound.
Chen Xiumei really didn't know who to call, and in her panic, she subconsciously dialed Jiang Yingxu's number.
She covered her face, hot tears streaming from her eyes, and spoke incoherently.
“Pinghai has been taken away, he’s been taken away… Du Jian is still in the hospital being treated. The ambulance crew told me that the location of the stab wound is critical and could potentially damage nerves. Even if he survives, he might be paralyzed… What should I do…”
Jiang Yingxu's quick response to the phone call probably gave her the wrong impression.
Like a survivor clinging to a piece of driftwood, Chen Xiumei clung to unrealistic yet hopeful illusions, seeing him as her pillar of support. "Xiao Xu, please help your uncle. He's just drunk; he didn't do it on purpose..."
Jiang Yingxu interrupted her.
Do you think it's like karma?
Chen Xiumei was still in a state of panic, and it took her a while to process Jiang Yingxu's words.
Her lips trembled as she asked incredulously, "What?"
Jiang Yingxu slowly raised his eyes and curled his lips into a smile without any emotion.
"If I hadn't held on back then and had fallen, I probably would have ended up like this."
"He fell to the ground and bled profusely."
"Dead, or severely injured and paralyzed."
He spoke in a nonchalant tone.
Chen Xiumei's face turned deathly pale instantly. She took a step back, her body trembling, and she could barely stand.
Jiang Yingxu didn't come to help; he came to witness.
He followed the blood-stained, messy footsteps forward, his gaze landing on Jiang Tianhao, who was hiding behind the wall, looking timid and no longer as arrogant as before.
Jiang Yingxu smiled and called him, "Cousin."
His voice was low and slow, as if he were saying something intimate.
"A father in jail, a family ruined by debt, and you, who are good for nothing."
"I feel relieved to see that you are not doing well."
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"rest assured."
The police officer closed his notebook, his expression gentle. "We will submit that surveillance footage as evidence."
Although Jiang Yingxu was ultimately implicated, it is difficult to hold Jiang Pinghai and his wife criminally liable.
However, it might play a role when the court considers the severity of Jiang Pinghai's sentence.
Following the clues from the chat history to the surveillance footage, and then investigating the young man, they discovered his outstanding academic achievements.
The policeman looked at him with admiration and stood up to pat him on the shoulder.
You will have a bright future.
Jiang Yingxu, who was in the surveillance video, came here to give a statement.
He stood up, his handsome features slightly lowered, displaying the innocent demeanor of a good student.
"thank you."
Jiang Yingxu was escorted to the door by the police.
Across the street, He Rongyi, sporting a head of unconventional hair that was half black and half red, sat astride a small electric scooter, his arm resting on the speedometer, staring intently at the long-haired calico cat perched in the front basket of the vehicle.
He wanted to reach out and flirt with her.
The cat slapped it back at him.
Jiang Yingxu politely bid farewell to the police and took two steps outside.
The kitten immediately looked over and let out a long, sweet meow.
He Rongyi turned his head stupidly and waved, "Brother Xu, let's go! My parents have already prepared the ingredients, and they're just waiting for the two of us, oh, the three of us to go back and have hot pot!"
Upon learning that Jiang Yingxu would be going to Beijing for training during the Spring Festival, He Rongyi insisted on taking him home for dinner in the two days before he left Ningcheng.
Consider it an early New Year's celebration with Jiang Yingxu.
Jiang Yingxu walked down the steps.
Jiang Yingxu was prepared from the moment he sent that friend request.
Even if something goes wrong, as long as he insists that he didn't know about Du Jian's extortion of Jiang Pinghai, he can use the excuse and motive of wanting to please Du Jian and get the surveillance video from him.
Throughout the months of chat logs, Jiang Yingxu never mentioned Jiang Pinghai.
However, when those words were spoken to Du Jian, they made him think of someone, which had nothing to do with Jiang Yingxu.
Without evidence, no one can convict him.
However, they cannot avoid being suspected and interrogated.
Jiang Yingxu walked to the car, reached out, and a fluffy cat jumped into his arms, grumbling as it rubbed against him.
Soft, long hair swept across the side of her face.
The kitten purred and found a comfortable spot on his shoulder, its four paws dangling down and curling into a U-shaped pillow.
Jiang Yingxu rubbed the kitten's head, a smile playing on his lips—
But he has a cat god who protects him.
Thus, the wind, frost, snow, and rain were kept out of the Cat King's broad chest.
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The He family rented a room in an alley near No. 12 Middle School. The room was less than 40 square meters and was kept very clean.
There is no threshold at the entrance, making it easy for He Cao to enter and exit by himself in his wheelchair.
As dusk fell, warm-toned lights shone softly on the abundant ingredients on the table.
Rong Yan, pale-faced and suppressing a cough, took out a small porcelain bowl with a pair of pointed cat ears from the kitchen.
Her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were smiling.
“Xiao Yi told me last time that you got a cat.”
"I bought a small bowl for the cat. Today the hot pot broth is bone broth, so the meat cooked in it can be given to the cat."
Rong Yan placed the porcelain bowl on the table and clapped her hands at the calico cat, who was curiously observing and sniffing the bowl while sitting on the cushioned sofa.
"Cat, come to Grandma's, there's delicious food for you."
He Rongyi was still grinning foolishly.
Jiang Yingxu's eyelids twitched, and he corrected her, "Aunt Rong, she should call you aunt too."
The order of seniority must not be confused.
Rong Yan was somewhat surprised, "Don't you young people all like to raise cats and dogs like your sons and daughters?"
Jiang Yingxu: "...I am not."
He couldn't explain the matter clearly, so after rejecting it, he chose to move on from the topic, saying, "I can handle it; I know what she likes to eat."
He Rongyi is pouring a drink into a cup.
Upon hearing this, he glanced at Jiang Yingxu with a hint of unease.
strangeness.
How could he detect a hint of arrogance in such a plain sentence?
It's an illusion, it must be an illusion.
He's such a cool guy, how could he possibly brag about knowing what cats like to eat, hahaha!
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