Qiao Zhen's face turned deathly pale.
She looked at it carefully three more times, and the words "President of Lu's Group" stung her eyes.
My mind was buzzing, and my fingers trembled so much that I couldn't click on the news article several times.
She took a deep breath, calmed herself down a bit, and quickly and decisively clicked on the link.
In the video, at an intersection, a heavy truck is blocking the middle of the road, and a familiar black car next to it is billowing thick smoke. It can be vaguely seen that the front of the car has been crushed, and the person sitting in the driver's seat...
Qiao Zhen was trembling uncontrollably, a chill rising from the depths of her heart that threatened to freeze her to death.
The driver's seat was not clearly visible, but judging from the extent of the damage, the driver must have been crushed into a pile of minced meat.
And it will turn into charcoal in the raging fire.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible..." She dialed Lu Zheng's number while rushing to her desk, opening her computer to search for videos and photos from other angles.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off."
The mechanical female voice almost pushed Qiao Zhen into the abyss of despair.
She didn't believe it; she thought there must be something wrong with the phone or the signal, so she switched to the landline on the table.
"I'm sorry, you..."
Qiao Zhen slumped helplessly into a chair, watching the video of the scene posted by passersby.
The license plate number belongs to Lu Zheng.
As if struck on the head, her vision went black and her mind went blank.
I can't believe it, it's Lu Zheng...
The man who had been gently and domineeringly embracing her not long ago is now separated from her forever.
Tears instantly blurred her vision. She hugged her arms tightly, biting her arm hard, trying her best not to cry out.
In the bright study, sunlight streamed onto the floor. In this vibrant and passionate world, she felt immense pain and loneliness.
She couldn't understand how such an accident could have happened.
Qiao's father also died in a car accident.
Why are all the men she cares about...?
Qiao Zhen curled up even tighter; why was she in so much pain?
She faintly heard her phone ringing.
She didn't have the strength to look.
But the phone kept ringing. She shakily raised her head and, through her teary eyes, saw the first six digits of the number; it seemed to be Yan Simiao's number.
She didn't bother to answer, letting the phone run out of battery and shut down.
"Miss Qiao!" Lu Zheng's personal assistant suddenly burst into the study.
Qiao Zhen didn't react for a moment until she heard her mother and caregiver Deng laughing and talking. She shuddered and hurriedly wiped away her tears, afraid that her mother would find out.
"Miss Qiao." The personal assistant quickly stepped forward, handed Qiao Zhen a cell phone, and gestured for her to answer it immediately.
Qiao Zhen's fingers trembled weakly, and her hand, which she had just raised halfway, fell back down.
The personal assistant quickly took her arm and said, "Please listen."
She held the phone to her ear, and a frantic voice came through, like a bucket of cool water poured over Qiao Zhen's head. She instantly snapped back to reality, wiping away the tears that kept spilling from the corners of her eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What...did you say?"
At this moment, in the VIP ward of the hospital, on the soft bed, lay a woman with a face as pale as paper, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. Her wrists rested limply on her abdomen, wrapped in layers of plain white gauze, yet still faintly revealing a glaring bloodstain.
She lay silently buried in the bedding, as if she were already dead.
A middle-aged woman sat by the hospital bed, wiping her eyes with a handkerchief. "Yanyan, how could you be so foolish..."
She had cried countless times. The woman on the hospital bed twitched her brows a few times, and finally couldn't hold back anymore. She suddenly opened her eyes, her pupils bright and clear, showing no signs of being half-dead.
"So annoying!" Shen Yan sat up, glaring at the wealthy woman with annoyance. "Mom, why hasn't Lu Zheng arrived yet?"
Mrs. Shen immediately stopped sobbing and retorted with equal displeasure, "He's your fiancé. If you don't know, how would I know?"
Shen Yan looked at the bloodstained gauze and said, "Go check at the door. No matter what, Lu Zheng should have arrived by now. Otherwise, wouldn't he be afraid of being condemned by everyone and called heartless and ungrateful?"
"He can't hear anymore." A deep male voice rang out as the hospital room door opened.
When Shen Yan looked up, she saw that the man in the suit and tie had a belly the size of a full-term pregnant woman because he hadn't paid attention to his physique for many years, and he exuded a disgusting greasy vibe.
"Uncle Lu?" Shen Yan asked in surprise, "What do you mean?"
The visitor was Lu Jianhua, Lu Zheng's uncle.
He unceremoniously tossed a tablet computer onto the hospital bed, saying, "Take a look for yourself."
When Shen Yan saw the car accident scene displayed on the screen, her eyes widened in shock. "Lu...Lu Zheng died in a car accident?"
"Yes, thanks to Miss Shen's suicide, he rushed to the hospital. It seems he was speeding and lost control, crashing into a heavy truck. It was like throwing an egg against a rock. He was instantly turned into mincemeat, and a huge fire left him with not even a trace."
Shen Yan tossed aside the tablet. "That's impossible! Lu Zheng is an amazing driver; there's no way he could have died in a car accident!"
She suddenly raised her head, her bloodshot eyes glaring fiercely at Lu Jianhua.
"I understand. You took advantage of my injury and hospitalization to lure Lu Zheng to the hospital, where you laid a trap to kill him!"
Lu Jianhua chuckled lightly, neither confirming nor denying, "Lu Zheng wasn't genuinely helping you. Besides, the scandal being exposed might very well be Lu Zheng's doing. Why should Miss Shen be sad for him?"
Mrs. Shen tugged at Shen Yan's arm, stopping her from arguing with Lu Jianhua with her eyes.
Lu Jianhua continued, "Miss Shen, since Lu Zheng is already dead, that's beyond question. So, resolving the crisis of your Shen Group is the most urgent task right now. Otherwise, you won't be the admired, pampered heiress you are, and you'll end up begging on the streets and eating garbage to survive."
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