Fall in love with your enemy

Continuing from the last time, after Jiang Yinan came, the others left without saying a few words, leaving us alone. But no matter how I talked to him, trying to give him hope, all I got in the end was despair.

I couldn't see any desire to live in his eyes, and suddenly I recalled that this was how we looked when we were about to get married in the previous life. He died on the first day after getting the marriage certificate. I don't want it to be like this in this life, but it seems that I can no longer stop his fate.

He put a sedative in the soup he fed me. I fell asleep soon after drinking it. When I woke up, the whole bed was soaked in cold sweat and everything was pale. There were regular clothes beside the bed, but it was not time for me to be discharged. I knew something had happened.

I changed my clothes and went out. The corridor was empty, there was no one around. At this time, I leaned against the wall and cried for myself.

He said he would live for me, and I believed him, but he had already lied to me once.

Only after we went downstairs did we hear any sound in the world, but unfortunately, this is a hospital, and even if there was anything to say, it was all sad. There was crying here, shouting there, I held back my tears, I still held out a little hope. Feng Shizhi was waiting for me downstairs, but when we met he didn't say a word, just helped me walk to the car. I could see that his eyes were red, and he wanted to ask something but stopped talking.

Until we arrived at our destination, which was the road leading from the old house to the ancestral tomb, less than two hundred meters away from where Xie Ge had the accident.

Jiang Yinan is dead.

The death was horrific and he was nearly killed by a steel pipe that fell from a truck. According to judgment, it was foggy on the mountain at night and visibility was low. Jiang Yinan was driving through a bend and his view of the large truck in front was blurred. In addition, he was driving under the influence and stopped suddenly, so he didn't have time to brake and was hit.

The truck was loaded with steel pipes as thick as many people's wrists. He hit it from behind, and several of the pipes fell down and penetrated the windshield of his car. Finally, three of them fell on him, one in his heart and two in his abdominal cavity. According to forensic examination, he died on the spot.

Probably waiting for me to come and see. The corpse had not moved in the car, maintaining that horrible posture. The body had become a pile of rotten flesh, but the face was relatively clean. Except for a few drops of blood splashed through the chest by the steel pipe, everything else was fine. He looked like he was asleep.

The truck driver sobered up and realized that he had caused an accident and killed someone. He was cowering in a corner and hired a lawyer. The lawyer pleaded for him based on what the forensic doctor said about the fog at night. He wanted me to sign a letter of apology so that he could be sentenced to fewer years and receive some financial compensation. I can understand that people who are wrong want to defend themselves and seek benefits, but he was too anxious. The person he killed while driving under the influence was my husband.

It would be great if I could solve the problem with money. It would be great if I could use money to buy Jiang Yinan's life like he did.

Feng Shizhi was so angry that he annoyed me that he pulled him aside to argue. If the officials hadn't been present, he would probably have punched him. It was the first time I heard him say so many dirty words, but it was good that he said it for me. My husband died, but I was not the one who knew most of the details. Zhizhi saw more, so she knew about dash cams, drunk driving being changed to drunk driving, and so on.

Seven bottles of beer and one bottle of white wine, if you can still say it's drunk driving instead of drunk driving, you are already an expert. In addition, although yesterday's weather forecast said there would be fog, fog comes in different sizes. According to the dash cam and roadside surveillance, the fog did not affect the driving vision at all, it was the same whether there was fog or not.

The official in charge of this case was Wen Ke. He hadn't seen me cry for a long time, so he came to me later, probably because I had calmed down. He handed me an exquisitely wrapped envelope, nodded and asked me to look at it. He said it was Jiang Yinan's suicide note, which was found in my Qianhe Hall. After comparing the handwriting, it was confirmed to be his. He had originally planned to commit suicide, but who knew he would run into such a thing.

Someone came to explain what happened last night. First, the Hou family wanted to send Jiang Yinan to a guesthouse at the foot of the mountain to stay for one night and take a flight back to Linjiang tomorrow. However, they were intercepted by people from the Gao family on the way. Jiang Yinan voluntarily got off the car to meet Gao Xinci, and the Hou family went back to report the news.

Afterwards, Gao Xinci and Jiang Yinan had a brief exchange. After the government inquired, they learned that it was Gao Xinci who wanted to protect Jiang Yinan to go to Malaysia for temporary residence. The car driven by Jiang Yinan was also Gao Xinci's. In the car were short-term daily necessities and documents. The plane ticket was also bought. They left for Malaysia in the early morning. Along the way, except in the mountains, there were people sent by the Gao family to watch for safety. They also checked with the Malaysian side and found that it was a businessman who went to meet them in person. He was of great background. The room for Jiang Yinan to live in was prepared in advance. The nanny and security guards were all hired at high prices, which did not seem fake.

After the incident, Gao Xinci was the first to discover that Jiang Yinan was in trouble. After the Gao family called the police, the accompanying doctor immediately started rescue work, but the patient died before they could apply hemostatic medicine on him.

"Where is Gao Xinci?" I asked.

Wen Ke's face looked a little ugly. After a pause, he pointed down the mountain and said, "He's waiting on that road. He said he couldn't come and see you directly. If you want to see him, just go over later. Don't get excited. I think Mr. Gao really means well this time. He's just unlucky to encounter such a thing..."

"Do you think it was an accident?" I lowered my head and opened Jiang Yinan's suicide note.

Wen Ke thought for a while and shook his head: "Someone from your family has also inquired about the situation and brought back some information. The driver's name is Li Zhong, he is 45 years old. He used to drive a truck, but he semi-retired five years ago. His father passed away and left him more than a dozen trucks and a lot of property. After selling them all, he deposited them in the bank, which is enough for him to live out the rest of his life. He is from a wealthy family and doesn't seem like someone who would be bribed by money to kill people. But yesterday he suddenly drove a truck to deliver goods because one of his former friends accidentally ate edamame and was hospitalized. His brother's goods were urgent, so he took the initiative to ask to help deliver them. Truck drivers like this are not stupid. They are over 50 years old. Even if they are wealthy now, their previous experiences have taught them a lesson. Why would they drink and drive on the road? I think it's weird."

"And his friend, edamame is not a rare thing, most people who drink eat it. He is in his 40s or 50s, how could he know he was allergic to it on the first day? He got sick so timely. He knew he was delivering goods but still went to drink. He even got sick on purpose and went to the hospital..." After I said that, I coughed twice, and Wen Ke quickly patted my back to help me calm down.

"But it's strange to say this. If he did it on purpose, then why? I checked the financial situation and criminal records of Li Zhong and his friend, and there is no problem. They are just ordinary middle-aged people. Their family and friends also say they are honest. They have no connection with any forces, and there is no money coming in or going out of unknown sources. In addition, the road at the foot of the mountain was damaged by rocks due to the recent rain, so it is necessary to take a detour to go up the mountain."

"Li Zhong's friend parked his car on the mountain. He was afraid that thieves would steal the oil when they were not around, so he drove the car into the cave. Li Zhong himself hiked up the mountain from a small path and slept in the car. He drove when he felt sober. He thought there would be fewer people in the middle of the night and it would be safer for him to drive. This is consistent with Mr. Gao's confession. They had sent people to watch the situation and no one went up the mountain. They didn't know there was a cave because they were not familiar with the environment on the mountain. They didn't check it, and the accident happened..."

"Aren't you trying to tell me that you think all this is just an accident..." I looked up at her with a smile.

Wen Ke was silent. He patted me on the shoulder and went back to take care of things outside the cordon, leaving me to calm down for a while.

I swallowed my sobs and leaned against the car door, barely having the strength to stand. Finally, I squatted down and read the last words Jiang Yinan left, page by page. Even I felt relieved.

He said that he didn't accept his fate, but he was willing to give everything for me.

He said he knew I hated him because I wrote about my brother's death, and he didn't want me to blame myself for the rest of my life, so he went to pay with his life.

He said, "My life was a nightmare until I met you. Then there was light in my life."

He said, "If what I did can make up for even one ten-thousandth of it, I hope you won't regret loving me."

He said, "If you don't love me either, I'd rather die than live."

So he went to die, hoping only that he could die beautifully. He brought a knife with him, and if he stabbed himself in the heart, he would die quickly and easily. His face would not be affected, and his body would not swell. It was probably the most romantic way to die in the world, and he was content.

It’s just a pity that I’m going to be sad.

September 14th is indeed a day worth remembering.

He died on the road left by Xie Ge.

He died on Lin Modu's birthday.

He died one month after we were married.

He wanted to die beautifully, but he failed to fulfill this simple request. I suddenly thought of something, took out a handkerchief from my pocket, stood up and wiped the blood off his face. It was at this moment when I saw his face clearly that I burst into tears in one breath. I had not believed it and was unwilling to accept it until now.

Jiang Yinan died, my husband died. It seemed like an accident. I couldn’t find the real murderer, and this so-called “accident” only brought him to an unpleasant end where he was doomed to die.

From the moment he left, his life had come to an end, like a burnt-out candle. There is actually not much difference between it going out on its own and being blown out by someone else. He was already standing in the wind.

The driver who caused the accident was still sobbing. The lawyer was really powerful. It seemed that he was a relative of the driver, a very close one. Even under tremendous pressure, he never stopped talking and said all the nice things. He almost knelt down and kowtowed to him. The driver was also considerate. He rushed to me while Feng Shizhi was being harassed by the lawyer and was not paying attention. He burst into tears and said that he had a son in elementary school. Anyway, Jiang Yinan was going to commit suicide, so he asked me to spare his life and give him any amount of money I wanted.

I stared at him blankly and asked, "Can money buy life?"

The man was quickly dragged away by Jiang Chulan and his men, but he was still crying and making a fuss from a distance: "The dead cannot be resurrected, I really didn't mean it, I will definitely pay a lot of compensation, I will work like a cow or a horse in the next life, please let me go..."

I stood up, wiped my tears and looked in his direction: "I am from the Fu family in Jinhai, I have more money. Now let me ask you, if it was my husband who hit you and killed you today, how much do you think your wife would ask me for? Give me what your life is worth, and I will pay your family back tenfold, and you don't have to leave this mountain, what do you think?"

Almost everyone in Jinhai has heard of my family's name, and half of the city works in the industries owned by my family. So after hearing me introduce myself, this man was speechless and looked resigned to his fate. Only then did I know what expression a person would have when he is near death, and what Jiang Yinan would look like.

But I could only say that much to make a harsh statement. Considering his family situation, he was probably framed by someone and didn't even get any money, but was dragged into such a scandal. Although drunk driving and sudden stop were also his own fault, there would be no benefit in me killing him wrongly because of Jiang Yinan's matter.

Wen Ke pulled me and lowered his voice: "Ms. Fu, don't say that in front of so many people. There is no need for you to get entangled with him. If you want revenge, drunk driving, and accidental murder, you can find a better lawyer and he will definitely be sentenced to death."

My second uncle happened to come with my brother and Brother Qingyun. Gao Xinci couldn't help but follow them. Seeing this, Wen Ke took his men to avoid me. He hurriedly walked up to me, looked into the car, and frowned when he saw the miserable state of the person he was looking forward to.

My brother couldn't believe it, perhaps because he was afraid that I would cry again, so he endured the nausea caused by the physiological reaction, covered his mouth and took a long time to calm down before coming to support me. Brother Qingyun stood on the other side. From a distance, it looked like two people were holding me up. Gao Xinci was acting as if he would fight with me if I said a word to him.

I smiled bitterly and pushed their hands away. Just as I was about to leave, my second uncle held me tightly and said in a serious tone, "Shishi, I can swear in front of Shuchen that I didn't do this."

As soon as the words came out, my brother was stunned. He didn't know what my second uncle meant by this, and his eyes shifted back and forth between us.

"Uncle, I believe you. There are too many people in this world who want to kill him." I said calmly, but he still didn't believe me. I couldn't pull his hand away, so I sneered and turned to Gao Xinci: "Do you know that as long as he leaves my sight, he will die? Why do you want him to die..."

"I didn't! I wanted to send him away, and I didn't expect this to happen..." Gao Xinci stopped talking before he finished speaking. His voice was hoarse and he couldn't stop crying. He finally stretched out his hand, but it didn't touch me, and he put it down again.

It was at this time that Second Uncle's hand loosened.

I turned around and signaled Feng Shizhi to let the lawyer come over. He was still dazed and didn't know what to say when he came to me. I had already taken the letter of apology and pen from his hand, signed them neatly and threw them back. I walked to Wen Ke and patted her: "My side of the matter is over. You can handle his drunk driving. It has nothing to do with me anymore."

"Just...just let him go like that?!" Not to mention others, even Feng Shizhi was surprised. He quickly came over and grabbed me in disbelief.

I followed his gaze and looked at Zhou Zhong. I wiped my snot and tears of gratitude onto my clothes. When they were almost clean, he was about to kowtow to me, saying thank you non-stop. Jiang Chulan was stunned and stared at me while helping him up. He was in his forties or fifties after all, and I felt I couldn't bear such a great gift from him.

After watching the excitement in this house, I turned back to look at Zhizhi, and smiled stubbornly: "What he said makes sense. The dead cannot be resurrected. What can I do? Jiang Yinan was going to commit suicide... The psychological pressure of suicide is too great. It's better to be hit to death. A steel pipe will kill him. It will be silent and over in an instant..."

Zhizhi couldn't comment on what I said. He could only support me, fearing that I would faint after walking a few steps. But this time, he was impressed by my perseverance. He got into the car steadily, arranged to carry Jiang Yinan's body back home, and said that he wanted to go home and rest.

"Sister, do we still need to continue watching what happens to Li Zhong's family?" Jiang Chulan was silent for a long time before asking in a low voice.

I nodded. Although the hope of finding the murderer through him was slim, it at least gave me some hope.

I didn't want to worry about what happened next. Feng Shizhi sent me back to Qianhe Hall and sent everyone out, leaving me with some space to calm down. Outsiders are outsiders after all. I don't bother to think about what they are like. It doesn't matter whether they are there or not. The only person who could walk shoulder to shoulder with me for the rest of my life is gone.

I know it will be a long-lasting pain, maybe one or two years, five or ten years, or maybe a lifetime, and the pain will start from now.

I stood at the top of the stairs leading to the first house in the yard, looked back, and thought that this house would always be empty.

The sky is still that hazy color, as if nothing has changed, yet as if everything has changed.

South of the river, the courtyard has been deserted since you left.