Madam is smart
City G, noon, in front of the court.
The place was packed with people, the sun scorching mercilessly, reporters memorizing their scripts, and the cameraman and sound engineer, sweating profusely, never letting up.
Everyone is waiting for a woman, a woman who will appear in court as a suspect today.
Finally, when it was almost dark, several bodyguards in black suits appeared first, and then a graceful figure walked out from the corner.
The woman wore a dark cheongsam, its patterns embroidered with gold thread shimmering with her steps. The soft fabric outlined her graceful and voluptuous figure, and a black wool cape wrapped around her white arms, making her look more seductive with every step.
The woman's oval face was made to look particularly fair by her long black curly hair. She wore a pair of sunglasses on her nose, but her eyes beneath the sunglasses revealed a hint of coldness.
The moment the woman emerged, everyone around her immediately rushed over, and the scene became chaotic. Several burly bodyguards protected the woman behind them, isolating her from the majority of the group.
"Ms. Jiang Shuiying, do you have anything to say about Yan Ming's death?"
"As Yan Ming's wife, you appeared in court in this capacity after his death. Is there anything you want to explain to the public?"
"Ms. Jiang Shuiying, many netizens suspect that you are closely related to your husband's death. Do you have anything to explain?"
"Ms. Jiang Shuiying..."
......
Almost in an instant, all the questions filled Jiang Shuiying's ears like a flood. The moment she took off her sunglasses, her eyes were filled with tears, her red lips slightly opened, and her voice was a little choked.
"I...I don't know why my husband committed suicide..."
"He clearly said... that he would always be with me..."
"He's everything to me..."
The corners of the woman's eyes were slightly red, her eyes were tearful, and her long eyelashes were covered with tears. She looked both pitiful and touching, like a poor woman whose husband had died.
But the reporter beside him did not show any sympathy and continued to be aggressive:
"Then how do you explain Yan Ming's suicide note in which he transferred all his shares to your name, as well as the houses and cars?"
Jiang Shuiying listened, as if she had heard some huge rumor. Her eyes widened slightly, and tears in her eyes slid down her cheeks. Jiang Shuiying raised her slender hand to cover her mouth, and her voice became more trembling:
"I don't know why he transferred all the money to my name... He knew I wanted only him..."
"The court... the court has clearly found me not guilty, so why are you still treating me like this..."
Jiang Shuiying was crying in front of the camera. The tears as big as beans made her makeup look messy, but she looked even more charming.
No one would not feel sad when seeing Jiang Shuiying shedding tears.
Before marrying Yan Ming, Jiang Shuiying was the one who cried the most among the newcomers, and was once the heroine of many tragic dramas that many well-known directors and screenwriters specifically wanted.
She can shed tears at will and be filled with emotions in an instant. Her acting skills have also been recognized by the public. Her TV dramas have been widely praised without exception, and she has won many newcomer awards at various award ceremonies.
Just when everyone thought her career would flourish, Jiang Shuiying suddenly announced that she was going to get married and retire after marriage, choosing to be a housewife and take care of her husband and children.
The first to devastate were the fans, and Jiang Shuiying's fans are mostly women. Most of them were disappointed and could not accept that Jiang Shuiying had given up her career for a man. This incident caused an uproar on social media, and it was not until Jiang Shuiying cancelled her account that the public opinion was barely calmed down.
No one expected to see Jiang Shuiying again on the legal channel.
The scene changed, and Jiang Shuiying was still crying in front of the camera, telling about her difficulties and how much she loved her late husband.
"He was fine before, and I don't know why he suddenly committed suicide..."
"We were clearly...we were clearly planning to go on a trip..."
"We are clearly planning to have a child..."
Jiang Shuiying burst into tears and was choked with sobs, unable to speak. The bodyguard beside her reached out his hand at the right time, pushed through the chaotic crowd, and escorted Jiang Shuiying towards the nanny car.
When the reporters saw Jiang Shuiying was about to leave, they were unwilling to give up their last chance. Everyone started asking questions, and the scene became even more chaotic.
"Ms. Jiang Shuiying, are you really not hyping it up?"
"Netizens are saying that you're not worthy of Yan Ming. Are you really not going to respond to this?"
"Ms. Jiang Shuiying..."
Under the escort of the bodyguards, Jiang Shuiying got into the car smoothly. Even when the car started, the voices of inquiries outside continued, but the car windows were extremely soundproof, and the inside and outside of the car became two different worlds.
Only after the car drove out of the court gate did Jiang Shuiying lean against the back of the car and breathe a sigh of relief. She took a bottle of water from the small refrigerator and drank two sips. Then she pressed the car mirror and adjusted herself in front of it.
At this moment, Jiang Shuiying was completely different from the woman who had just cried in front of the camera. There was no sadness on her face.
At this time, the driver said: "Miss, where are we going?"
Jiang Shuiying fixed her red lips, threw the lipstick back into her bag with a click, without even raising her eyes.
"Return to Yan's house."
"yes."
At this time, not far from the court entrance, a man wearing sunglasses was leaning against a motorcycle smoking, and he had a clear view of everything that had just happened in front of the court.
Under his open leather jacket, the man wore a tight black vest that hugged his tanned muscles. A black leather belt cinched his narrow waist, and his black jeans were tucked into brown Martin boots.
Although he looked strong, the man had no fat on his face. There was some stubble on his tightened chin, and the sunglasses on his high nose bridge completely blocked his expression.
He is 187 cm tall, with a small head, broad shoulders, a thin waist and long legs. When he stands on the street, he really looks like a male model.
A few brave people had whistled at the man a few times, and the man twitched his lips in disgust when he heard it.
"Get away from me, I'm not gay!"
The man watched Jiang Shuiying's car go away until it became smaller from his sight. Then he jumped on the black motorcycle parked beside him and followed the rear of Jiang Shuiying's car until it disappeared at the end of the road.
***
In Jiang Shuiying's car, she was scrolling through her phone with an expressionless face. Netizens were obviously not impressed by what she had just said, and some even started to curse her.
"I've long said this woman is no good. See? She's killed her husband."
"The CEO of Yan's Group was such a kind-hearted man, but he died at the hands of this woman. What a pity..."
Seeing this comment, Jiang Shuiying sneered.
However, some netizens support Jiang Shuiying. After all, the person was acquitted in court. Could the court's verdict be false?
"He's already been acquitted and you're still cursing. You feel so bad for Yan Ming that you're appealing on his behalf."
"Yan Ming doesn't look like a good person either. He's cheated on his wife so many times..."
......
Jiang Shuiying's face remained expressionless, as if the person she was discussing on her phone wasn't her. Tired of scrolling, she turned off her phone, leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes.
Yan's house is located on the top of a mountain in the suburbs of G City. The environment there is quiet, peaceful and comfortable, and many entrepreneurs choose to settle here.
At this time, Jiang Shuiying's car had already driven into the forest road. The shadows of the trees outside the window flashed like a movie camera. She glanced out the window and continued to close her eyes.
The driver in front seemed to have noticed something and glanced at the rearview mirror.
"Miss, someone is following us."
"I know, just let him follow, don't worry about it."
When they reached the top of the mountain, the sun had already set completely. Jiang Shuiying signaled the driver to drive in and she got off first.
"But Miss, what if..."
Jiang Shuiying gathered her cloak and said, "It's okay. You go in first."
The driver then nodded and drove the car into Yan's house, leaving Jiang Shuiying alone at the gate.
The Yan family's wrought iron gate was covered in intricately carved patterns, and the stone pillars on either side were also covered in sculptures. In the center was a small fountain with three tiers, trickling water slowly through each tier. The lowest tier was a carefully cultivated flowerbed, giving the impression that this family was extremely extravagant.
Jiang Shuiying leaned against the fountain, reached out and touched the petals, then spoke towards the empty woods:
"Mr. Luo, come out."
The sound of the river water is not loud, but it sounds particularly ethereal in the quiet night.
Less than a minute later, a man emerged from the woods and walked towards Jiang Shuiying. There were a few leaves on his head, and he looked a little disheveled.
Jiang Shuiying grabbed the cloak on her body, raised her head slightly and looked at the man in front of her.
"Mr. Luo, it's not appropriate to follow someone on their first meeting, right?"
The man stopped in front of Jiang Shuiying, patted the leaves on his body, took off his sunglasses, and his sword-like eyebrows were slightly frowned, with a hesitant look.
"Ma'am, do you know me?"
The man glanced at Jiang Shuiying's expression inconspicuously and found that her face no longer had the previous sadness, nor did she show any fear or uneasiness because of the man's appearance. Instead, she seemed calm and composed.
How interesting, the man thought.
"The famous private detective Mr. Luo Yuwen is best at catching mistresses," Jiang Shuiying glanced up and down at the man in front of her.
"You are very famous among the wives."
After saying that, Jiang Shuiying turned around and walked towards the door. When she reached the door, she stretched out her hand inside.
"Please, Mr. Detective?"
The Yan residence covers a very large area. The main building is a very grand manor. The main building has five floors, and all the rooms are lined up in a row. There is a huge fountain in the middle of the entrance, which is nearly twice as large as the entrance. The curved staircases on both sides wind up along the fountain. The overall building is both grand and luxurious.
Even Luo Yuwen, who had seen a lot of the world, couldn't help but sigh when he saw the scene before him.
Rich people are really exaggerated.
Jiang Shuiying walked in front, her waist-length black curly hair swaying with her movements and the breeze blowing. From Luo Yuwen's perspective, he could also see Jiang Shuiying's earlobes with earrings and her fair neck.
The two of them entered the room, but surprisingly, there were only two or three servants in the vast house, which was extremely inconsistent with the luxurious appearance of the Yan residence. Jiang Shuiying brought Luo Yuwen into the reception room, asked the nanny to make tea, and sent them away to rest. The living room was left with only two people, and it seemed a little deserted.
The two sat face to face. Jiang Shuiying poured a cup of black tea for Luo Yuwen. The cloak hanging on her arm slipped off her shoulders as she moved, revealing a section of her white arm.
Luo Yuwen saw all of Jiang Shuiying's actions, but his expression remained calm. He picked up the tea and took two sips.
But he accidentally noticed that there seemed to be a light red scar on Jiang Shuiying's exposed arm?
Jiang Shuiying put her cloak back in place, leaned back, lowered her eyes, and took two sips of her tea.
"Mr. Luo, you're not here to have tea with me, are you?"
"Madam is clever."
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