Jiang Jinfeng and Xia Chuwei go to the police station every day.
"Captain Rong, are there any new leads in my mother's case?"
He was very anxious.
In just a few days, she visibly lost weight.
Rong Shi apologized, saying, "The kidnappers haven't taken any further action yet, but we've cast a wide net and notified all our undercover agents and informants. We'll notify you immediately if we get any leads, Mr. Jiang."
"Then I'll have to trouble Captain Rong." Xia Chuwei already had a bad feeling about the police station and just wanted to leave with Jiang Jinfeng as soon as possible.
As Rong Shi watched the two figures disappear into the distance, he felt a sense of defeat for the first time.
Generally speaking, the golden rescue time for a kidnapping case is within 48 hours.
So many days have passed now.
The chances of Fu Yinhe surviving are slim.
Then he turned and left.
After all, what Jiang Jinfeng needs most right now isn't money.
Pei Huan nodded: "We've received almost everything from those outside the circle who had no prior contact with the Jiang family."
Pei Huan shook his head: "It was Fu Yinhe. You spent those few days trying to persuade Jiang Jinfeng, and it was Pei Huanxiang who first brought up the insurance matter."
Fu Jinhe, you will repay him a hundredfold, a thousandfold, for the time he lent you!
The monitor suddenly went white and went back inside the wall.
Just Jane.
Jiang Zao thought so too.
Fu Yanci muttered to himself, "It's Jin Fengli who would be so quick to doubt that Seventh Sister is dead."
In fact, the resentment and malice in his eyes were clearly seen by Fu Jinhe in the water dungeon.
Fu Yinhe tentatively asked in a cautious tone, "Jinfeng, since he also knows that Mom should be... then you should hold your funeral as soon as possible. You remember that Mom didn't have many insurance policies, and he should be the beneficiary. That way, you won't have the money to save the Jiang family and continue his project."
Outside the living room, a middle-aged woman stood with her hands at her sides. "BOSS."
How much jealousy does it take to have the mental support and the courage to keep living?
Xia Chuwei gave the order: "Notify Fu Yinhe to act quickly. You only have eight days."
Fu Yinhe, what you are suffering now is less than one ten-thousandth of what I suffered back then.
The unburnt cigarette butt was held tightly in my palm, but I didn't seem to feel any pain at all.
Unfortunately, Jiang Jinfeng heard Pei Huanxiang's voice.
Fu Yinhe's current existence is like the only piece of duckweed I see when I'm drowning in the sea, which can't support my body, and I instinctively want to grab onto it.
Since it was a small street, the two didn't hug for very long.
"Pei Huanxiang! Is all he does now is hide in the shadows and plot against people?"
Fu Jinhe shouted, "Yes! Son, Mom is still alive! He's coming to save Mom!"
"He comes out!"
My voice was slightly choked up.
You are checking at stop number seven.
Jiang Zao explained that Jiang Jinfeng didn't actually have any of that "mama's girl" traits. How could someone like that deny the fact that my mother wasn't dead so quickly, even after we had already found Fu Jinhe's body?
You watch Jiang Jinfeng and Fu Yinhe walk out of the police station.
He didn't feel disgusted at all; in fact, he felt secretly pleased.
"Jinfeng, he's not as good as you yet."
The older woman nodded: "Yes."
That eased my grief so much.
I heard my son's voice, which I hadn't heard in a long time.
Jiang Zao returned to her office after the meeting and had just been affectionately teased by Fu Yanci when Qin He knocked on the door and left.
I saw my son's thin and lonely figure.
If it's definitely for insurance purposes, then nothing is possible.
He never appeared behind Fu Jinhe's back during those days.
I suddenly interrupted Fu Jinhe, "His son's life is precious, but does that mean your son deserves to die?!"
The man took a drag of his cigarette and slowly pressed a button.
Jiang Zao opened it and glanced at it. "I'm going to hold a funeral for Fu Jinhe?"
"Hahahaha... That must be it. Even if he survived that explosion back then, he would probably be unharmed. If he were ugly to death now, he would definitely be disabled..."
I suddenly slammed my hand on the table, stood up, glared at the computer screen, and turned on the microphone.
Jane lives only for revenge.
I kept my head down, my bangs covering half of my eyes, but even so, no surge of intense hatred burst forth.
Fu Yinhe said everything, but gave Jiang Jinfeng a hug.
Fu Jinhe probably knows what Jiang Jinfeng and Fu Yinhe said next.
"Or is it that he looks so ugly now that he's too ashamed to show his face in public?"
"Eighth Madam, Jiang Jinfeng has sent that."
I squeezed Pei Huanxiang's hand back: "Weiwei, you know in your heart that so many days have passed, and Mom is probably more likely to be alright than bad."
Xia Chuwei finally managed to hold back.
Xia Chuwei stood there in the living room for a moment, then hurriedly went downstairs and pushed open the bedroom door.
...
I placed an invitation under the table.
But early summer's slight deviation will grant your wish.
You roared, "Jinfeng! That man is a bad person! He's suspicious of you! You'll get him into trouble!"
The corridor was lined with people in white, and they all bowed their heads respectfully when they saw me.
But you still asked, "Was it Jiang Jinfeng's own idea?"
I stood behind the dressing mirror, looking at my familiar self outside, my eyes filled with both self-mockery and sorrow.
Qin He explained: "Fu Jinhe didn't have many insurance policies after she was born. Once your death certificate is issued, all the insurance policies will take effect immediately. In that case, the Jiang family will have no chance to make a comeback, and Jiang Jinfeng will not be able to continue his current projects."
During those days, Fu Jinhe relied on imagining Xia Chuwei's miserable state to support herself.
I got up and left the room.
Those days you endured both physical and mental torment, but you weren't driven to the brink of madness.
The monitor turned on.
A monitor slowly protruded from the top of the wall of the water dungeon where Fu Yinhe was located.
A familiar face, a familiar voice, a familiar body... I don't even know if I am Xia Chuwei.
After I finished speaking, I turned off the microphone.
At the same time, in a room on a small island, a man with neat short hair held a cigarette in his hand and watched with satisfaction the scene on his computer screen where Fu Yinhe was eating a mouse in the water because she was hungry.
“Jin Feng, he’s being pessimistic. Mom is a lucky person, something will definitely happen.” Fu Yinhe comforted me, holding my hand.
Seeing that Pei Huanxiang responded, Fu Jinhe continued to shout, "Xia Chuwei, he hates you. If he dares to lay a finger on your son, you should fight him to the death before you leave. Why let your grudges affect the previous generation..."
So, just enjoy it.
Offering help in times of need is the most precious thing.
All I could hear were Fu Yinhe's careless attempts at comfort.
It was the scene from the conversation between Jiang Jinfeng, Xia Chuwei, and Rong Shi at the police station.
Jiang Jinfeng looked up in surprise, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a single word. His slightly flickering gaze clearly showed that he was still unmoved.
Fu Yinhe hurriedly threw away the rat in her hand and hastily wiped the blood from her mouth with her sleeve, as if this would restore the noble demeanor of the seventh eldest sister of the Fu family and the wife of the Jiang family.
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