Chapter 1105
Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily
1105 Chapter 1106-intentional murder
Lan Xiao held Wen Muchuâs hand tightly, feeling a little uneasy.
Wen Muchu held her hand instead. He wanted to comfort her but since things had already come to this, he would not deny it since he had already done it.
Since Madam song dared to treat Lan Xiao like this, she wouldnât be innocent even if she died.
Gu CIâs eyes flickered. She shook her head at them and pursed her lips into a smile.
âMiss LAN, youâre overthinking it. In fact, Madam song didnât commit suicide. As for us, weâre not the indirect murderers who killed her, Yingluo. Iâm only following Mr. Wen Jr. âS orders to tell old master Song that she tried to harm you. Then, I sent some photos of Song Qiangâs Secret mistresses to Mrs. Song.â
âMadam song didnât commit suicide, but she killed Yingluo. She was shot between her brows and died on the spot. The place of death was in the song familyâs house, in Mrs. Songâs bedroom. The person who witnessed Mrs. Songâs murder was song Qiaoqiao.â
Lan Xiaoâs eyes flashed with joy. It was great that Wen Muchu had nothing to do with Madam songâs death.
She was really afraid that she would offend the song family because of her.
Wen Muchuâs situation would only become more difficult.
Wen Muchuâs eyes flashed with a trace of surprise, â âHe was killed? Did you find out why he was killed? Who killed him?â
Gu CI shook his head in confusion.
Iâm not sure. Bai shaogan is investigating Yingluo now.
Lan Xiao stood up from her chair and looked at Wen Muchu with a burning gaze.
âWhy donât I go and take a look at the scene? I have a feeling that this matter is not as simple as it seems on the surface.â
Because Wen Muchu was feigning illness, he was in a special state. Naturally, he could not leave the hospital.
Just as he had his doubts, he didnât expect Lan Xiao to share his thoughts.
Lan Xiao was really understanding him more and more.
A glint flashed in his eyes as he reached out to hold her small hand.
âAlright, Yingluo, let Gu CI accompany you to Yingluo.â
Lan Xiao nodded and smiled at him.
Then, she moved closer to Wen Muchu, held his face and gently kissed his thin lips.
Wen Muchuâs palm tightly wrapped around her waist and deepened the kiss.
Gu CI covered her eyes and turned around.
This display of affection really caught him off guard.
âMiss LAN, Iâll be waiting for you outside, Yingluo.â
Lan Xiao watched as Gu CI rushed out of the door. She nudged Wen Muchu a few times.
Wen Muchu let go of her and pressed his forehead against hers. He whispered, â âBe careful. If thereâs an accident, weâll call you immediately.â
âI know,â Lan Xiao nodded with a red face. You have to be careful in the hospital, Yingying.â
donât worry, the ward and the hospital are surrounded by people to protect me. Iâll be fine. Wen Muchu gently curved his lips into a smile and rubbed her cheek.
Lan Xiao hugged Wen Muchu one last time before turning around and leaving the ward.
Gu CI brought Lan Xiao to the song family.
The song familyâs Gate was wide open, and there were police cars at the door.
All the members of the song family were locked inside and were not allowed to go out.
The police took down the statements of the servants one by one. Old master Song and Song Qiang had also rushed back from the hospital.
Song Hefeng didnât care about his physical discomfort and forced himself to come back.
When he saw Mrs. Song, who was already dead, he almost broke down.
He ignored the police and rushed to Mrs. Songâs body. He pulled her cold body into his arms.
Song Qiaoqiao raised her head with teary eyes and looked at song Hefeng in a daze.
âMild wind, youâre back?â
Song Hefeng sobbed in a low voice. His heart seemed to be pulled by countless hands, and he was in so much pain that he could barely breathe.
âWhy, why did it turn out like this? Who is it that wants to kill my mother? who?â He touched the wound between Mrs. Songâs eyebrows and shouted through gritted teeth.
Song Qiaoqiao only felt that her whole body was trembling and cold.
She sat on the ground, hugging her body and looking at the window.
It was pitch-black there, and no light could be seen.
She bit her lips tightly and muttered in a trembling voice, â âThis is a premeditated murder. Someone wants to silence me.â
Song Hefeng was so sad that he didnât pay attention to what song Qiaoqiao said.
After that, Bai Shaojie came over with the forensic doctor.
He hugged song Qiaoqiao and patted her shoulder to comfort her. âItâs all in the past now. If you want to cry, then cry to your heartâs content.â
Song Qiaoqiao tugged at his clothes and raised her head slightly to look at Bai shaogan.
âMy mother, she died in front of me. Itâs me. I didnât have time to save her. Iâve harmed her, havenât I? At that time, she cried and asked me for help. I could feel how desperate she was. Shaojie, do you know that my heart was about to break at that moment?â
Bai shaogan comforted her in a low voice, â Qiaoqiao, you have to remember that this is not your fault. Youâve already tried your best. Someone was trying to kill her, and it was a sniper rifle. This was a long-range murder. Thereâs no way you could have saved her, so donât blame yourself, okay?â
Song Qiaoqiao shook her head. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she didnât dare to close them.
The moment she closed her eyes, she could almost hear Mrs. Song calling her name.
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She shouted for Qiaoqiao. Qiaoqiao, come and save me.
Old master Song looked at the tragic scene in front of him. He sighed and closed his eyes. Then, he turned around and left with the help of someone.
Song Qiang stood there and looked coldly at Madam songâs corpse.
This woman was finally dead.
Song Qiaoqiao seemed to sense Song Qiangâs cold gaze and suddenly looked up at him.
She got up from the ground and rushed to Song Qiangâs side. She raised her arm and slapped Song Qiang hard.
âWhy did you hurt my mother like this? Why did you betray her and have a mistress and an illegitimate child behind her back? Sheâs your wife, and youâve been together for so many years. Why are you so cruel to her?â
Song Qiang didnât get angry. He looked at song Qiaoqiao with a complicated expression.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled.
âQiaoqiao, donât blame dad. Dad and your mom have a business marriage, so dad will never fall in love with her. Her father had given her a title and a son and daughter. She should be content. However, she was not content. Every day, she wanted to stir up trouble and bring harm to the song family. I had no choice, I didnât think that locking her up would cost her life, Wuwu!â
Song Qiaoqiao took a few steps back, and her back hit the wall.
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Song Qiaoqiao only felt grief in her heart, and a warm feeling surged up from her body.
With a â pfft â, she spat out a mouthful of blood and her vision fell into darkness.
Bai shaogan held song Qiaoqiao in his arms. He glanced at Song Qiang with dark eyes and then carried the unconscious song Qiaoqiao back to her room.
The doctor examined her and found that she had vomited blood and fainted because she had been too emotional.