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In that fleeting moment, everyone turned to Ge Dong, who appeared like a child desperately seeking approval, waiting for a parent's praise. Ge Dong's wealth was considerable; he could easily buy several decent houses in Dragon City, while many had toiled their entire lives without ever being able to live in Longling District.
Wang Jing, known as Stepmother, had given up her position and job at the company after marrying Ge Dong, dedicating herself entirely to caring for Ge Dongyun and their child, Dong Ai. Initially, Wang Jing might have been motivated by money, but it was not solely about that. As Ge Dong put it, if it were just for money, she could have chosen someone else.
Seeing Ge Dong in this state, Old Shao merely nodded lightly.
Then Shao the Elder spoke, "Indeed, if Stepmother knew about this agreement and still chose to marry you, then it’s clear it wasn't just for the money."
"Do you think so too?" Ge Dong quickly asked.
Old Shao nodded but added, "However, all of this is built upon Ge Dongyun. If Ge Dongyun were no longer here, then the foundation of everything would be gone. This explains why Stepmother treats Ge Dongyun so well."
"That's true," Xu Yiman chimed in, resting her chin on her hand. "Ge Dongyun has no idea that she will one day possess such wealth or that a single thought of hers could leave Stepmother homeless. To put it bluntly, if you were to pass away in the future, it's likely that Dong Ai and Wang Jing would end up with nothing, wouldn't they?"
Ge Dong pondered for a moment before denying it. "I'm only forty-five this year. Once my son grows up a bit more, I will naturally arrange for him to join the company."
"But that company isn't his," Old Shao replied as he set down his teacup. "Dong Ai might get a good job, but he won't inherit a company."
"Ge Dongyun is a kind person," Ge Dong insisted. "She wouldn't treat her brother that way."
Old Shao stood up. "But ultimately, rather than relying on others' kindness, it's better to hold everything firmly in your own hands. Since Dong Ai was born, Ge Dongyun may not have looked favorably upon her brother. This resentment has built up over the years; it just happens to have encountered a 'good' opportunity."
"A good opportunity?" Ge Dong frowned.
"Are you aware of the bullying incident involving your daughter?" Old Shao asked.
Ge Dong shook his head.
"To put it simply, someone has threatened to kill your daughter," Old Shao explained slowly. "So if a murder occurs at this time, everyone will assume it's the person making the threats and overlook the real culprit. I wonder if you understand."
"Are you saying that someone wants to kill my daughter?" Ge Dong asked. "And from what you're saying, you suspect that my wife killed Ge Dongyun?"
Old Shao shrugged. "That's right."
"You mean my wife, Wang Jing, killed my daughter?" Ge Dong said, emphasizing each word.
Jiang He, who had been silent, spoke up. "Based on the current situation, we have a sixty percent certainty that the murderer is Wang Jing. However, this is merely speculation; we have no substantial evidence. In other words, if we want to prove that Wang Jing is the killer, we need more evidence."
"That's true," Old Shao agreed with Jiang He. He continued, "But sometimes, during special times, we need to use special methods. The murderer who left the note, whom we haven't tracked down yet, is like a sword hanging over our heads. If we don't act quickly and find it before the sword falls, then when it does, it won't just take one head."
"Do you have a plan?" Jiang He asked.
Old Shao nodded. "Yes, but this plan requires Mr. Ge Dong's help. Moreover, we must wait until tonight."
With that, Old Shao shared his method with everyone.
Jiang He didn't believe this method would succeed because it was extremely risky and based on unfounded attempts. In Jiang He's view, the chances of success were only ten percent. People are complex, and drawing rational conclusions from emotional methods has always been unreliable.
It was only noon now, and this plan had to wait until nightfall.
However, the task force couldn't afford to stop; they still had many things to do. Captain Liu called from out of town with some leads on Ai Hua's case. After Ai Hua drowned years ago, his parents quickly sold their house and moved to a town in Jingzhong City.
Through internal networks and specific visits, Captain Liu had pinpointed their location and should be at Ai Hua's parents' house by noon. However, the team still had no news of Wang Liguo; no one knew where he had gone or whether he was alive or dead.
But perhaps the most exciting news was that they finally had a lead on the murderer who left the note.
Previously, Guan Deng had found the reflection of the murderer on a metal post near the entrance of the police station. Although this reflection was difficult to see clearly due to several distortions, it was still possible to make out the piece of paper in the murderer's hand. This was the only clue they had about the killer, and it was nearly impossible to identify this person based solely on such a blurry image.
However, Guan Deng was clearly not an ordinary person; through repeated comparisons, he finally confirmed what this person looked like.
The man stood around one meter seventy tall, with a relatively thin frame that made him appear quite gaunt. From the photograph, he had short hair and a long face, with single eyelids and an unkempt long beard. A black mole rested at the corner of his mouth. His distinctive appearance made it only a matter of time before someone would find him.
"If this person were to wear black clothing, along with a hat and a mask, wouldn't he resemble the individual in the video?" Yuan Jun asked.
The project team had copied this information from Longling District, concerning the mysterious man who had been appearing there since last week. Unfortunately, the surveillance cameras at the entrance of Longling District had never captured his face; he always kept his head down, trying hard not to be noticed.
Ironically, when someone tries so hard to conceal themselves, they often end up being more conspicuous than anyone else. Summer was not yet over, and the heat still lingered. A person dressed in long clothes and wearing a mask and hat seemed particularly out of place in the summer heat.
However, after Yuan Jun's observation, even though the man's face was not visible, his height and build matched that of the person in the photograph.
Xu Yiman said, "It's very likely that this person is the murderer. He has been scouting Longling District with the intention of killing Ge Dongyun, who has been bullying Xiao Xuanmiao. However, it's also possible that he hasn't had the chance to act before being preempted by Stepmother. In any case, we still don't know who the real murderer is."
"As for who the murderer is," Old Shao said slowly, "we'll find out tonight."
Summer had already passed its midpoint; although only a sliver remained, it was reluctant to leave, making tonight's arrival seem a bit delayed.
Wang Jing and Ge Dong had just exited a real estate sales hall where they had purchased a house. After just one more night, they would be able to move out of Longling District into their new home and no longer have to confront the tragedy that had occurred there.
They got into their car with Wang Jing behind the wheel. As a business owner, Ge Dong hadn't driven in years; Wang Jing was an excellent driver and handled the vehicle smoothly. They had intentionally bought a house far away from here; driving from their current location to Longling District would take them two hours.
By the time they returned, it was already ten o'clock at night.
For adults in contemporary society, ten o'clock often felt like afternoon—a time when nightlife typically began. But for a child, ten o'clock was already late at night.
Wang Jing thought that at this hour, Dong Ai was likely fast asleep in her room.
Previously, Wang Jing had never imagined she would become a mother so early; she had even considered not having children at all. Yet once she became a mother, she suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility that manifested in many ways.
For instance, as a mother, she wanted to be by her child's side at all times. However, her sense of duty reminded her that she needed to teach her child to be brave and independent—to sleep alone or face the dark—even if it meant enduring discomfort or fear. This was a responsibility that transcended love for a mother.
Ge Dong had already gotten out of the car after parking it. As a father and the head of the family, he found himself without a key card, the sturdy door blocking him from entering.
Wang Jing hurriedly got out of the car, holding a key card in her hand, the only one they had at that moment.
She lightly swiped it and walked inside.
“How long has it been since I last came back to this home?” Ge Dong said.
Wang Jing glanced at Ge Dong and sighed, “The last time you were here was half a year ago. Right now is a crucial period for Dong Ai’s development. With you not around, he might develop character flaws. Just like now, Dong Ai’s personality is quite soft, lacking a bit of the spirit typical of a boy.”
She helped Ge Dong take off his suit jacket and continued, “You really need to spend more time with Dong Ai. How long are you going to keep working to earn money? Money can never be fully earned; we have enough for our lives ahead.”
“Let’s go see Dong Ai,” Ge Dong said. “I haven’t seen him in a long time. I’ll need your help with Ge Dongyun’s affairs in the future. Over the years, I’ve seen how you care for Ge Dongyun as if he were your own child.”
Wang Jing was taken aback, tears welling up in her eyes, but she quickly spoke up, “About Ge Dongyun…”
“Not now,” Ge Dong turned to look at Wang Jing. “Let’s go see Dong Ai first.”
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