Chapter 146

Chapter 146 - 146 140 The Truth About Ah Nas Case (First Update)

Chapter 146: 140: The Truth About Ah Na’s Case (First Update) Chapter 146: 140: The Truth About Ah Na’s Case (First Update)

On the thirty-first, Zhou Sheng was urgently arrested by the police for crimes of money laundering, embezzlement, misappropriation of funds, and intentional homicide.

He resisted arrest, fled to the garage, hastily shut the garage door behind him, only to find that the car wouldn’t start. He tried to get out, but the car door wouldn’t open either.

It was like seeing a ghost.

Yes, seeing a ghost. Suddenly, the sound of high heels could be heard in the vast garage, click, click, click...

Zhou Sheng turned around abruptly.

The garage entrance was the only source of light shining in, and there was a woman dressed in black, with long hair flowing, moving from the illuminated area into the shadow.

It was Fu Ying.

She walked over, bent down, and stuck her head through the car window.

At that moment, Zhou Sheng felt his scalp tingle, his body instinctively recoiling in the direction away from Fu Ying: “I know you’re behind all this. I’ll give you all the property, as long as you let me off.”

She rested her elbow on the car window, her interest peaking as if watching a clown perform: “I don’t want the property.”

His voice trembled, “Then what do you want?”

She tilted her head, her eyes fixated on Zhou Sheng’s neck, God knows how much effort it took for her to suppress the urge to twist his neck: “Do you remember Fu Mingao?”

Fu Mingao...

“He was my brother.”

Zhou Sheng remembered, he quickly made an excuse: “Fu Mingao wasn’t killed by me, it was Wen Zhaoyang, he’s the one who killed him.”

Fu Ying wanted to twist his neck even more then, but she had to restrain herself, she had been holding back for seven years now, she took a deep breath: “Ah Na is also dead, two accounts in total.”

Both boys died at the age of eighteen.

Heaven turned a blind eye, letting the murderer walk free, this couldn’t be right.

Voices came from the doorway, the police had arrived, coming so slowly, seven years too late.

Fu Ying poked her head in, and softly delivered one final piece of “advice”: “Once you’re in, I’ll take good care of you.”

*****

On the evening of the thirty-first, Chen Baishi’s family finally arrived at the hospital. The visitor was a young girl who looked very young and it was unknown if she was of age yet.

Fu Ying was also there, just so happened to run into her, outside the ICU.

The girl’s eyes were red, she must have cried on the way: “You’re Fu Mingyue, aren’t you?” she said. “My name is Chen Cuian, Chen Baishi’s sister.”

Back in high school, Fu Ying heard Chen Baishi mention that he had a sister in elementary school.

“I’ve met you before, don’t know if you remember. I helped my brother deliver a love letter to you, though that fool didn’t dare to sign his name.”

Fu Ying remembered.

The one with the ugly handwriting, it was hardly a love letter since it went on for four pages without a single phrase about liking her, just thousands of words to express one thing, she was better than Luo Huihui, she only lost the match because she was in poor form.

Fu Ying had only lost one match that year, which is why she remembered this “love letter” so vividly.

“You were in the news when you married into the Zhou family, my brother saw it and went to find Zhou Sheng afterward, to repay a debt of gratitude.” Chen Cuian choked up, “What a debt of gratitude, he went for you.”

Fu Ying looked through the glass at Chen Baishi, lying inside surrounded by tubes.

Chen Cuian asked her, “Fu Mingyue, have you now got what you wished for?”

In the USB drive Chen Baishi provided were irrefutable proofs of Zhou Sheng hiring a hitman, even more detailed than the ones she had.

She had gotten what she wished for.

She left the ICU, went to the rooftop to smoke. She thought about what Chen Baishi might have been thinking when he stabbed himself with the fruit knife, and if Chen Baishi’s car hadn’t blocked her, would she still be unharmed.

“Yueyue.”

Someone came over, to accompany her.

“Give me one.”

Fu Ying flicked the ash off her cigarette, took a practiced drag, letting the smoke fill her lungs before slowly exhaling: “I thought you didn’t know how to smoke?”

“You’ll teach me.”

Smoking wasn’t anything good.

Fu Ying squatted down, extinguished the cigarette, looked up, and smiled: “Changling, we’ve succeeded.”

“But you’re upset,” Wen Changling squatted down as well, “Is it because of Chen Baishi?”

How could it be?

Fu Ying shook her head, why should she be upset, she had gotten what she wished for.

Wen Changling leaned in, hugging Fu Ying.

They were close friends.

Ah Na and Fu Mingao were too.

Back then, when Wen Changling was abroad participating in a confidential project, by the time she returned to the country, Ah Na was already dead, everyone said it was Ah Na who had killed Fu Mingao, that Ah Na had committed suicide out of guilt, that it was what he deserved.

Wen Changling took Fu Ying to the graves of their little brothers, crying, “Yueyue, it wasn’t Ah Na, Ah Na wouldn’t kill anyone.”

Fu Ying had squatted down just like that, holding her: “I know, I never doubted it.”

Ah Na and Fu Mingao grew up together as close friends.