After a moment of silence, a deep, sexy male voice finally came from the other end of the phone:
"Is it all handled?"
Jing Weiyang pursed her lips and remained silent, her large, watery eyes darting around like a sulking kitten.
If Shen Yu were there, he would have been able to tell at a glance that his little wife was deliberately ignoring him.
Unfortunately, he wasn't there. He was still shaken by what he had just witnessed, and the fleeting glimpse made him even more worried.
In fact, even he himself didn't know when he started to care so much about his little wife. He couldn't bear to see her suffer any grievances. Even though it was just a small injury, it made him anxious and angry, wishing he could fly back to her side immediately.
He waited patiently for a while but received no response from her, so he had to soften his voice and coax her: "Why aren't you saying anything? Is it still in pain?"
Little did he know that his question, "Does it hurt?" seemed like a hint, instantly triggering the "grievance" switch within Jing Weiyang.
Before she could react, her words, tinged with grievance and resentment, spilled out: "It hurts! It hurts so much! Don't you care about me?"
The sweet, delicate voice traveled across the ocean through the telephone line. When Shen Yu heard it, his heart softened instantly, turning from steel to tenderness.
When he spoke again, his deep voice held a tenderness he himself was unaware of: "Who says I don't feel sorry for you? I'm heartbroken."
Jing Weiyang sniffed: "Then why are you being mean to her?"
So the conversation that followed turned into Mr. Shen demonstrating online how to sweet-talk his wife in various ways, throwing out sweet words as if they were free. By the time Jing Weiyang was about to hang up the phone, her delicate face was flushed, her eyes were shimmering with tears, and she seemed to have been rejuvenated, looking beautiful and charming.
The housekeeper, who came to deliver the fruit, was astonished and secretly wondered what was wrong with the lady.
It wasn't until he heard his wife's sweet, coquettish voice as he was about to close the door that he realized she was being coaxed by his sweet words, no wonder she was so overjoyed.
After hanging up the phone, Jing Weiyang, who had already been appeased, ate the fresh fruit that the aunt had brought over, and a sentence inexplicably popped into her head:
Could this be a bad omen?
She forgot about it as soon as she thought about it, but was secretly happy because Shen Yu said he would be going home in a few days.
That's great! I'll be able to see him soon!
What Jing Weiyang never expected was that just two days later, her idea would really turn into her nightmare!
On this day, Jing Weiyang happened to be at home. There was a banquet that evening, and as Mrs. Shen, she had received an invitation to attend. She planned to take a beauty nap and then get up to do her hair and makeup.
Just as she was getting ready for bed, her phone suddenly rang.
She picked it up and saw that it was a letter from Shen Yu to her assistant, Jin, who was in charge of managing her various real estate properties, investment dividends, and other affairs.
"Madam, something's happened! Nan Yu, the leukemia-stricken teenager you sponsored, suddenly jumped off a building and committed suicide this afternoon!" As soon as the call connected, Assistant Jin's panicked voice came from the other end.
Upon hearing this, Jing Weiyang stood up abruptly: "Impossible! Xiaoyu promised me this morning that he would try his best to live! He still has to go to school and take care of his grandmother, how could this be..."
Jing Weiyang hadn't finished speaking when the door to the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside—
"It's terrible, madam! The police want to see you!"
Jing Weiyang was startled and subconsciously turned around. At the same time, Assistant Jin's urgent voice rang out clearly from the other end of the phone:
"The problem is that the police found on his cell phone that his last call before he died was to you, so they suspect that you are involved in his death!"
Seeing the two uniformed police officers appear closely behind her aunt, Jing Weiyang's bloodless lips parted slightly, and she murmured blankly:
"But I haven't received any calls..."
—
Meanwhile, abroad.
Shen Yu had just finished a day of meetings and was heading back to his office when his assistant walked away with a somber expression.
"Boss, there's an emergency call from back home..."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yu's handsome brows furrowed slightly, and he reached out his hand: "What's going on?"
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