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He first ruled out Mo Kai Liang as a suspect because Mo had no enmity with him or Zhang Huizhi. The only person who could be considered an enemy was Lan Qingqing.
At that moment, his phone buzzed with a WeChat message from Tong Le. "I'm glad you thought to call me right after Zhang Huizhi died. This only proves that you are feeling guilty. Your subconscious guilt made you the first to suspect me, after all, you once committed a heinous act against my mother using the same method of poisoning! This further confirms that you and your despicable relative are accomplices! Although the police can't find evidence right now, I believe it won't be long. The wheel of karma turns, and it's time for your whole family to face retribution! Ke Wenjie, the consequences for you will only grow more terrifying! Of course, let me remind you not to imagine me as a cruel person like you; poisoning someone to death is something only people from your circle would do!"
After reading the message, Ke Wenjie went into a frenzy, screaming with a grotesque expression, saliva flying, his eyes bloodshot, and his body trembling uncontrollably. He clutched his head tightly, pounding it repeatedly. He felt he was on the brink of madness, terrified that the bad deeds he had committed would come back to haunt him one by one. He feared that what Tong Le had said would come true—that the boomerang of fate would pierce his heart and take his life.
How could he not be afraid? He was terrified beyond measure. At the moment he realized the situation and accepted that his mother had passed away, he completely broke down.
No one dared to approach him to offer comfort or support; even the police were hesitant to provide help. A person already consumed by rage was likely to explode at any additional words.
Once Ke Wenjie calmed down, he sent a message to Ying Rong Xiao, as he didn't know who else to turn to.
Ying Rong Xiao replied quickly, within ten minutes.
When Ying Rong Xiao arrived at the hospital, she brought several aides—some were responsible for liaising with the police for case handling and autopsy procedures, while others coordinated with the hospital. Of course, there were also those tasked with handling Zhang Huizhi's funeral arrangements.
Ying Rong Xiao methodically organized everything. When she went to find Ke Wenjie, he was still standing in the corner of the corridor, continuously dialing Lan Qingqing's number.
This was Ke Wenjie's hundredth call to Lan Qingqing; she had ignored the previous ninety-nine calls.
The hundredth call was finally answered, and at this point, Ke Wenjie had calmed down somewhat.
Lan Qingqing's tone was impatient. "What do you want? Are you sick? I'm at work! I can't even get through to my boss!"
Ke Wenjie croaked out, "My mom died."
Lan Qingqing paused. She couldn't let her true feelings show; her first reaction was one of wild joy—she almost laughed out loud. That damned old woman was finally dead! However, this news came a bit suddenly.
Feigning sobs, Lan Qingqing asked, "What did you say? What happened to your mom?"
Hearing Lan Qingqing's reaction provided Ke Wenjie with some comfort; at least she wasn't mocking him like Tong Le had.
Ke Wenjie felt that it probably wasn't Lan Qingqing who had poisoned his mother after all.
He said, "My mom died in the hospital. Can you come now?"
Lan Qingqing forced out a couple of tears and trembled slightly as she responded, "How could this happen so suddenly? What illness did your mom have? How could it be so serious? Although we had our differences before, she seemed perfectly healthy during the day; this shouldn't have happened!"
Getting into her act, Lan Qingqing began to cry loudly.
Her cries and tears traveled through the wireless signals of the phone and struck deep into Ke Wenjie's heart.
He too began to cry—weakly and helplessly.
Lan Qingqing stifled a laugh, and to avoid giving herself away, she pinched her thigh hard.
"I want to see you right now," she continued, "but as the saying goes, pregnant women shouldn't go to places where people have died, especially funerals. It's not good for the baby. You've spent so much money for me to have this child; we can't afford any problems at this critical moment."
She quickly added, "I really can't accept this reality. Your aunt may have a bit of a temper during the day, but her heart isn't bad. Everything she does is for your sake. You must be in pain right now, right? Is there anyone by your side?"
Her words dripped with insincerity and tenderness, yet at that moment, what Ke Wenjie needed most was this kind of gentle comfort while he was at his lowest.
Ke Wenjie couldn't even hold onto his earlier suspicions. Just before the call, he had been convinced that Lan Qingqing had poisoned his mother. Now, listening to her soothing words, he forgot everything else; his troubled and fragile emotions enveloped him, and he cried even harder, feeling more sorrowful than before.
At that moment, Ying Rong Xiao snatched Ke Wenjie's phone away and ended the call.
Lan Qingqing, who had just been disconnected, sat at her workstation staring at the darkened screen of her phone, feeling somewhat baffled. She let out a cold laugh and mocked, "Fool! After all that has happened, you still believe me? The next one to die will be you!"
In high spirits, Lan Qingqing immediately called Mo Kai Liang to share the good news about Zhang Huizhi's death. They would definitely celebrate tonight with a feast and stir up some trouble!
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