Jiang Rong's eyes were complicated.
Shang Shaoheng was simply an atmosphere killer. Her sadness because of Feng Siling instantly disappeared, and even Jiang Panyu on the other end of the phone was stunned.
"Xiao, Xiaorong?" Jiang Panyu hesitated and asked, "Are you still there?"
"I understand." Jiang Rong said, "I'll go over."
"You can go directly to the cemetery." Jiang Panyu said: "I see Yaoyao is ready to leave."
Jiang Rong responded and hung up the phone without waiting for Jiang Panyu to ask more questions.
"What's going on?" Shang Shaoheng asked with interest, "Did someone die in the family?"
"...A death in the family is a happy event, why should I be so sullen?" Jiang Rong poured out the soup from the pot and said, "You eat first. I'm going to go out for a while."
Shang Shaoheng leaned against the kitchen counter and lazily made a phone call after a while: "Check on Feng Yiyao."
…
It took Jiang Rong an hour and a half to get from Bailu Manor to the cemetery. When she arrived, Feng Siling's grave had already been dug up.
Feng Yiyao stood by and directed the workers. Soon a small urn was revealed. Feng Yiyao said, "Open it."
"Stop it." Jiang Rong shouted coldly. She quickly stepped forward, staring at Feng Yiyao and said, "If you want to take Aling back to her hometown for burial, why did you open the urn?!"
Feng Yiyao narrowed her eyes and looked at Jiang Rong for a while, "Jiang Rong? I haven't seen you for five years, you've changed a lot."
When they were very young, Jiang Rong's face was exceptionally beautiful. When she was in school, there were always little boys helping her with this and that. Now that she has grown up, she is even more amazing. Even though Feng Yiyao doesn't want to admit it, Jiang Rong is indeed breathtakingly beautiful.
She scoffed, "But, it's my sister's urn. I can open it whenever I want. What right do you, a sinner, have to interfere?"
Jiang Rong asked, "You're deliberately not letting Aling rest in peace, aren't you?"
"What you said is ridiculous." Feng Yiyao crossed her arms and said, "Feng Siling is my twin sister, and you are her murderer. Who is preventing her from resting in peace?"
"If my sister were still alive, she would definitely vomit out of disgust if she saw you dare to come to her grave, right?"
Jiang Rong's eyelashes trembled slightly.
Because they are twins, Feng Yiyao and Feng Siling look almost exactly the same. If Aling could grow up safely... if Aling was still alive, would she look like Feng Yiyao now?
Jiang Rong forced himself not to think about it anymore, trying his best to ignore the dull pain in his heart. He said, "You can take Aling's ashes away, but you shouldn't open the urn and disturb her sleep."
Feng Yiyao sneered and bent down to open the small urn. Jiang Rong's pupils shrank and he wanted to attack Feng Yiyao in anger, but he stopped after seeing clearly what was in the urn.
The box was completely empty, there was nothing in it!
"...How could this be?" Feng Yiyao was also stunned. "Where are the ashes?!"
Jiang Rong reached out to grab the box and suddenly realized something was wrong.
This is not the box used to bury Feng Siling's ashes.
Although they look similar, the patterns on them don't match up, so they are definitely not the same!
"It's you!" Feng Yiyao suddenly turned around and stared at Jiang Rong: "You stole my sister's ashes?!"
"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Rong said coldly, "Why would I steal Aling's ashes?"
"What could a pervert like you not do?!" Feng Yiyao gritted her teeth and said, "When we wanted to send my sister to the crematorium, you stole her body. It was only when Grandpa went to find you personally that we got her body back... Who knows if you'd steal the ashes again!"
The worker next to him immediately looked at Jiang Rong with something wrong in his eyes.
How could this seemingly pretty girl be so perverted that she would even steal other people's corpses!
Even Jiang Panyu was stunned. It was the first time she had heard of this. But seeing that the two were about to fight, she didn't have time to think too much and hurried forward to mediate: "This matter is indeed strange and should be investigated thoroughly. Stop arguing for now."
"What are you still investigating?" Feng Yiyao cursed. "It was definitely her! She stole my sister's body and kept it in the freezer for two days. How can it be so strange that a pervert like her would steal the ashes?"
"...Xiao Rong." Jiang Panyu said with difficulty: "Is what Yaoyao said true?"
Jiang Rong didn't say anything.
She just...
I just feel that Aling is not dead.
In other words, she wanted to die with Aling.
Jiang Panyu looked at Jiang Rong with a strange look in his eyes.
No wonder Qiao Yixiuan said Jiang Rong was a monster for doing such a thing...Is Jiang Rong really not mentally twisted?
But she still tried to remain calm and said, "Why don't we call the police? Let the police investigate."
"I have no objection." Feng Yiyao sarcastically said, "It's best to let the police find the thief who stole the ashes quickly!"
Jiang Rong lowered his eyelashes and said, "No need to call the police."
"What's wrong? Are you feeling guilty?" Feng Yiyao asked immediately.
"...idiot," Jiang Rong said coldly, "Judging from the state of this urn, it must have been moved in several years ago. There's no surveillance here, so how can the police investigate?"
Feng Yiyao's face turned pale. "Isn't it because you knew this that you stole Feng Siling's ashes?! Jiang Rong, when she was alive, you brought her endless pain, and now that she's dead, you won't let her go! How many lifetimes of bad luck did Feng Siling have to have to meet a disgusting psychopath like you?!"
"I told her to stay away from you a long time ago, but she was so compassionate that she took pity on you and took care of you. Ha, in the end, she even gave you her life..." Feng Yiyao said word by word, "You are a disaster star. You only bring misfortune to others!"
"Are you done?" Jiang Rong raised his eyes and asked, "I'll leave first if you're done."
"Stop!" Feng Yiyao grabbed her arm, "You are the biggest suspect now, you can't leave!"
Jiang Rong wanted to slap her, but when he saw Feng Yiyao's face, he stopped abruptly.
Feng Yiyao obviously knew that she was hesitant and said with a smile, "Go ahead and hit me! When you see my face, will you remember Feng Siling's bloody mess? Will you hear her cries?"
The veins on the back of Jiang Rong's hand were bulging and trembling constantly.
Feng Yiyao was even more proud: "You can't bring yourself to kill Jiang Rong. As long as you feel guilty towards Feng Siling for one day, you won't dare to attack me."
"You're right, I do feel guilty towards Aling." Jiang Rong looked at Feng Yiyao and suddenly smiled. "Five years have passed, and not a single day has passed without me feeling guilty. I've even thought countless times, if only I had been the one to die."
"She deserves to survive more than me."
Feng Yiyao had a smug smile on her face, but before the smile could take shape, Jiang Rong had already slapped her hard and said coldly: "But I don't owe you anything, Feng Yiyao."
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