The newly married reborn cold-faced boss dotes on his delicate wife

Seeing that Jiang Tingxia had pierced her flesh with scissors, the bright red blood stung Li Changpu's eyes. He didn't dare to act rashly. He could only stand where he was, not daring to get close to Jiang Tingxia for fear of irritating her.

"Tingxia, calm down and put the scissors down first."

"Don't hurt yourself," he begged.

Jiang Tingxia just held the scissors tightly against her neck. Mo Yunyang was a person she had been relying on and trusting for the past two years, like a family member. But what had she done? She fell into extreme guilt and regret. Whenever she closed her eyes, she would think of Mo Yunyang's miserable condition. She wished she could kill herself to atone for her sins.

She had known for a long time that her life was rotten, but when she met Li Changpu again, his scorching heat made her dazed for a moment, and she thought she could still walk on the road to the human world. However, the turnaround she thought was nothing more than a deeper abyss, causing her to fall completely into hell and be shattered into pieces.

There was a knock on the door.

"Is Jiang Tingxia here? Police."

"We are here to learn about the accidental death of your husband, Mo Yunyang."

Li Changpu's face turned pale with fear on her face. When she saw Jiang Tingxia looking towards the door and the police coming to their house, she was no longer tense like before. She seemed to have accepted everything calmly and even felt relieved.

He knew what she was going to do.

In order to avoid the police who had arrived outside the house, Li Changpu lowered his voice until his voice was hoarse, "No, Listen to Xia, I beg you."

Jiang Tingxia pointed at the window and said, "Leave here now."

"Go!"

Li Changpu knew that Jiang Tingxia was going to turn himself in, so he reached out to grab Jiang Tingxia, "Don't do anything stupid, just come with me."

Jiang Tingxia took a step back and forced Li Changpu to leave. "If you don't leave, I will die in front of you."

Li Changpu called Jiang Tingxia's name softly, but she would never look back.

He said, "I won't leave, so don't even think about leaving me behind."

But Jiang Tingxia threatened to die, and Li Changpu could only compromise as he looked at the bright red blood flowing from her neck. "Okay, if you don't want to leave, then I won't leave. I'll turn myself in."

"You can push the blame on me and say that I killed Mo Yunyang, or you can tell the police that I forced you to do it. I forced you to be with me, forced you to separate from Mo Yunyang, and forced you to kill him. It was all me who did it."

"I'll pay him with Mo Yunyang's life."

"Anyway, nothing can happen to you. Ting Xia, you can't be so cruel to me. You want me to watch you die. You might as well take a knife and cut my heart out alive."

"no!"

Jiang Tingxia looked at Li Changpu with reluctance in his eyes, but the words he said had completely separated the two of them.

"Don't say a word about this. It has nothing to do with you."

"This is what I said. Mo Yunyang and I had an argument over trivial matters in life, and I accidentally killed him. He is already dead. If you say or do anything to damage the reputation of me and my husband, I will immediately hit my head and die."

There was determination in her eyes. "Li Changpu, remember, I really do what I say."

"Just go away, and let's just pretend that we no longer have any relationship with each other two years ago."

Li Changpu looked into Jiang Tingxia's eyes. In his memory, the girl who had always been weak and petite suddenly became so resolute. Her eyes told him that there was no falsehood in what she said. She had already decided to do this and would not allow him to get involved.

She forced him like this, forcing him with her life.

……

Jiang Tingxia opened the door and said before anyone outside could speak:

"I killed Mo Yunyang."

The policemen outside the house looked at each other in surprise. Mo Yunyang's case was still in the preliminary investigation stage. They came here just to get a brief understanding of the situation. They didn't expect that Mo Yunyang's death would be related to his wife, and they didn't expect the murderer to surrender directly.

Jiang Tingxia stretched out her hand, and the cold handcuffs locked her wrists with a click.

The moment she turned herself in, she knew her fate. Killing someone means paying with one's life, which is only natural. At this moment, her heart was finally at peace.

Li Changpu hid behind a towering tree downstairs, but could only watch Jiang Tingxia being taken away by the police. Jiang Tingxia looked back before getting into the car, as if saying goodbye to him for the last time...

Li Changpu began to look for clues about Mo Yunyang's case like crazy. He returned to the crime scene, asked old friends for help, and inquired about the progress of the case.

He sneaked into the morgue in the middle of the night, trying to find a breakthrough in the case on Mo Yunyang's body.

As long as Jiang Tingxia can get a light sentence, he can do anything.

Jiang Tingxia was in jail, and he was waiting for her. If unfortunately, she was sentenced to death, Li Changpu thought that he would die with her then.

The two of them, if they could die together, would be together forever. He had experienced the pain of losing her thousands of times in the two years they had been apart, and it tormented him every minute and every second.

Li Changpu found Mo Yunyang's body in the morgue. After some investigation, Li Changpu frowned as he discovered something suspicious.

According to Jiang Tingxia, she only wounded Mo Yunyang with a dagger. Mo Yunyang was still breathing at that time. He should have fallen into the river and drowned. However, this male corpse, although similar in appearance to Mo Yunyang, showed various signs that he was thrown into the river after death. There were no scars of struggle on his body, only signs of being tied up on his calves.

Li Changpu had always thought that Mo Yunyang's body was caught by rocks and branches at the bottom of the river, which is why it happened not to be washed away by the water. It later floated to the surface of the water and appeared in front of everyone in public. This one in ten million possibility just happened, but now it seems, how could it be such a coincidence?

In order to verify his judgment, Li Changpu went to the morgue for several nights in a row. By comparing the autopsy report with the police, he verified that his idea was not wrong.

Li Changpu boldly guessed, could it be that this body was left at the location where Mo Yunyang died?

Who would do this?

The dead Mo Yunyang?

On the day of the incident, besides Jiang Tingxia and Mo Yunyang, were there any other people involved in this incident?

Is this corpse really Mo Yunyang? If not, then could it be that Mo Yunyang is not dead?

Li Changpu pulled up all the information on Mo Yunyang and thought hard about all the possibilities of this case. At this moment, there was a crisp sound of glass breaking in the room. Li Changpu pulled out his gun and pointed the muzzle vigilantly at the source of the sound, but there was no one around.

There was just a ball of paper rolling on the ground. It was wrapped in a stone and thrown in through the window of Li Changpu's house.

Li Changpu picked it up and looked at it, only to see a line of words on it made of newspaper cutouts.

“If you want to know about Mo Yunyang, follow me.”

Li Changpu felt all the blood in his body rushing to his head. He held the paper ball and looked out the window.

A piece of glass was broken in the middle by the stone, and the remaining glass formed a spider web-like crack pattern. In the distance was a man in black, looking intently in his direction.

Li Changpu swung his fist and smashed the glass window in front of him with two blows, leaving bright red blood on the glass. Not caring about the cut on his arm, Li Changpu pushed himself up with both hands and jumped out of the window. The man in black saw Li Changpu's move and ran away as if he was leading Li Changpu somewhere.

……

The man led Li Changpu to run for more than half an hour, and finally found himself in a deserted cave, where the "dead" Mo Yunyang was being held hostage, with his glasses hanging loosely on his face, looking in a miserable state.

Mo Yunyang, with his scholarly stature, was no match for the bandits. The strong bandits strangled him by the neck and he could not move.

Li Changpu suddenly felt relieved. Mo Yunyang was not dead and Jiang Tingxia was saved.

He gasped for breath, feeling as if he had survived a calamity.