After hearing only two sentences, Shen Yu's originally indifferent expression instantly turned fierce.
He strode over to his secretary's desk, placed his hands-free phone on the table, snatched her laptop, and started typing rapidly with the keyboard while holding the mouse in one hand.
And then, the public relations manager's tense voice came through the phone:
"We haven't been able to find out who leaked this information yet, but photos of the wife chatting with the deceased were indeed posted online, along with the company's hashtag. The trending topic rose very quickly, and we suspect someone is buying the attention..."
The further he read, the uglier Shen Yu's expression became.
Finally, he slammed his laptop shut, picked up his phone, and said sternly to the person on the other end:
"Immediately, clean up all the messages for me right now!"
"Yes!" The public relations manager's voice was so loud that even people standing to the side could hear it.
The assistants and secretaries beside him fell silent, not daring to utter a sound. It was the first time they had ever seen President Chen, who liked to kill people with a calm and collected demeanor, so angry.
Shen Yu's mind raced as he considered who might have done this—a business rival or those few lingering parasites from the Shen family.
They actually dared to lay a hand on his wife! If they find out, he will definitely not let them get away with it!
Just then, a rapid ringing broke the silence.
Shen Yu looked down and saw that it was a call from a private residence.
As soon as he answered the phone, the housekeeper, Aunt Zhang, came through with a tearful voice:
"Sir, something terrible has happened! The police have taken your wife away!"
Shen Yu's pupils contracted sharply, as if he had been struck by lightning.
—
"...We found this unsent text message on the deceased's phone and want to know what you were talking about at the time."
The middle-aged policeman in charge of the interrogation handed Jing Weiyang a cell phone wrapped in a plastic bag.
Jing Weiyang immediately recognized the phone as a 14th birthday gift she had given to the child.
But when she saw the contents of the text message, she almost jumped up:
"It's none of my business! I didn't do anything!"
The text message contained the following sentence:
"Jing Weiyang, you forced me to die!"
"Don't get agitated,"
The man handed his phone to the young man next to him so he could take it, then looked at Jing Weiyang and said, "We are just conducting a routine interrogation. It doesn't mean we're finding you guilty. You just need to tell us what you know."
Perhaps it was the man's gentle attitude that calmed Jing Weiyang down a bit. She clutched the little angel necklace at her chest, forcing herself to calm down, and began to recall the little things related to the child—
“Nanyu is a child with leukemia whom I sponsor; I have paid for all of his medical expenses…”
The children's relief foundation was founded by Madam Shen with the aim of enhancing the Shen family's social image. Jing Weiyang's role was merely to act as a decorative figure alongside Madam Shen. Nan Yu was one of the children she sponsored. After his parents divorced, he lived with his grandmother. When he was 10 years old, he was diagnosed with leukemia and had been living in the hospital ever since. His grandmother spent all her savings to treat him and was still working to earn money at her advanced age.
Jing Weiyang felt sorry for them, and since the child was very cute and sensible, she would visit him occasionally when she had free time to encourage him to persevere.
"...Just this morning, I went to see him. He told me that he would persevere and earn more money to take care of his grandmother."
As Jing Weiyang spoke, her eyes couldn't help but redden.
She was perfectly fine this morning, how could she suddenly commit suicide?
"...I believe that text message definitely wasn't sent by Nan Yu; perhaps it was sent by someone else..."
"His fingerprints were only detected on the phone."
The police officer's words silenced Jing Weiyang abruptly, leaving her mind blank for a moment.
The police asked her many more questions, some of which Jing Weiyang knew and some she didn't. By the time Chu Heng bailed her out with a lawyer, she was completely exhausted.
Chu Heng stood to the side, watching the woman's exquisite face turn deathly pale, her beautiful eyes filled with panic and confusion, like a frightened little rabbit.
Perhaps it was her pitiful appearance that made him feel a little sorry for her, and he couldn't help but comfort her:
"Madam, don't worry, the boss has already booked a flight and will be back soon. He asked me to tell you that with him here, you'll be fine."
Upon hearing this, Jing Weiyang forced a smile, wanting to offer him a grateful one.
But just then, a middle-aged woman rushed up, holding a bottle:
"Give me back my son's life! You murderer!"
The icy water splashed on her face, and Jing Weiyang was completely stunned.
The woman tried to lunge forward, but a bodyguard rushed over and subdued her in two moves.
But just then, a group of reporters rushed over with cameras and started snapping pictures of Jing Weiyang.
The flash of the camera stung Jing Weiyang's eyes, forcing her to raise her hand to shield them.
Despite this, the reporters were not going to let her off the hook, and a barrage of vicious criticisms came crashing down on her:
"Madam Shen, what is your relationship with the deceased?"
"There are reports that the deceased met you once before jumping off a building and committed suicide. Did you drive him to his death?"
"Who is this woman, and why did your bodyguards beat her?"
"Isn't what you're doing considered abusing your power? Is it the Shen family that gives you this confidence...?"
As the reporters spoke, they took numerous photos of the woman.
The woman immediately threw a tantrum on the ground, yelling, "My poor child, how could you die? What am I supposed to do now?"
The scene descended into chaos. Jing Weiyang felt dizzy and her body went limp, almost collapsing, but fortunately, someone nearby caught her in time.
Despite this, one reporter persisted, shoving the microphone at her and nearly hitting her in the face.
"Madam Shen, please speak. Is Mr. Shen aware of this matter? Is the Shen family aware of it?"
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