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Wang Jing walked ahead, with Ge Dong following closely behind.
As they made their way down the corridor, silence enveloped them, broken only by the sound of footsteps echoing on the stairs. Ge Dong felt a sense of unease; he knew that the police would be conducting a sting operation at his home that night, but they had not shared many details with him. All they had said was to remain calm, no matter what happened.
He glanced at Wang Jing in front of him and suddenly realized how much she had invested in their home. Many men who never bothered with household chores often thought of them as simple tasks, yet they failed to understand that the simplest things could be the most exhausting.
Those tedious, repetitive activities required a strong heart to endure.
At the end of the first-floor corridor were two rooms: Wang Jing's room and her son Ge Dongai's room.
“Is Dong Ai living alone now?” Ge Dong asked.
Wang Jing nodded and replied, “Boys need to learn to be brave. Living alone is the first step toward becoming a man.”
With that, Wang Jing placed her hand on the doorknob and pressed down, but fear gripped her when she realized the door wouldn’t open. It was locked from the inside. She pulled at the doorknob with all her might, but it wouldn’t budge.
“Son, Dong Ai!” she shouted while banging on the door.
But there was no response from inside; silence reigned.
“What’s wrong?” Ge Dong inquired.
Wang Jing didn’t have time to answer him; it seemed she suddenly realized something. In a frenzy, she pounded on the door again, but still no reaction came from within. Suddenly struck by an idea, she dashed out and around to the back of the house. There was a window on the first floor, its curtains drawn tight.
Longling District had always been known for its excellent security; there had never been reports of thefts. Thus, there were no security bars on the first-floor windows. But if something were to happen, it would lead to Ge Dongyun’s murder case. Wang Jing tried to pull open the window, but it wouldn’t move; it was locked from inside as well. The room was a sealed chamber.
"Impossible, impossible," Wang Jing muttered as she ran back into the house.
Ge Dong was puzzled; he couldn't understand what was wrong with his wife.
"Crash the door," Wang Jing turned around and said to Ge Dong.
"What?" Ge Dong asked, incredulous.
"I said crash the door!" Wang Jing nearly screamed.
Without thinking much, Ge Dong charged at the door. It was sturdy, and just when he felt like he might fall apart from the impact, the door finally gave way. Dazed and disoriented, he was stunned by the sight before him—a scene drenched in red, blood red.
They saw a boy lying on the bed, his body covered in blood, which had soaked through the entire blanket. The room was in disarray, with various items scattered across the floor, and on the bedside lay a cup filled with water, quietly resting on the ground.
As Wang Jing took in the chaotic scene, a wave of familiarity washed over her heart.
How familiar this scene was.
"What on earth is going on?" Ge Dong stood frozen in the room, repeating that one question as he took in the blood-soaked surroundings and the overwhelming stench of blood.
On the wall, someone had written in blood: "You struck first; I had no choice but to kill your son to replace her."
Seeing those bloody words on the wall, Wang Jing's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.
"What is going on?" Ge Dong asked again.
"What is happening, what is happening, what is happening!" Wang Jing muttered, her voice growing louder with each repetition. "Isn't it all because of your precious daughter!"
Ge Dong's voice trembled as he replied, "The police told me that a murderer killed Ge Dongyun. Is the murderer going to kill Dong Ai too? Dong Ai is just a child. What has she done to deserve such cruelty from the murderer?"
"No," Wang Jing shook her head. "You don't understand anything. You know, when I married you, Ge Dongyun was still a child. I didn't marry you for your money; I married you for who you are. I knew long before marrying you that I might never get a single cent of your wealth."
Suddenly, Wang Jing burst into tears, leaving Ge Dong at a loss for words. He simply nodded and said, "I know."
"No!" Wang Jing screamed. "You really don't know anything! Do you think someone else killed your precious daughter? No, it was me who did it!"
"Why? Why would you do such a thing?" Ge Dong questioned.
"Why would I do such a thing?" Wang Jing suddenly laughed again. "It's been seven years; I've been married to you for a full seven years. When I married you, I was only twenty-two, just a fresh college graduate. Do you know what others said when they heard I was marrying you? They called me a gold digger and worse. But none of that mattered. You and I both understand—I didn't want your money."
"Do you know why I married you? Not because you're a big boss or because you're wealthy. It was because back in school, you once helped a middle-aged woman." Wang Jing cried.
Ge Dong shook his head; he couldn't remember any middle-aged woman.
Wang Jing continued, "I know you've long forgotten. I also know that for someone like you, it was just a small favor. But no one else bothered to help her. It was a simple thing—when that middle-aged woman stood awkwardly at the bank entrance, not knowing how to deposit money, it was you who helped her."
"Isn't it ridiculous? That woman thought she had to go to the same bank where she withdrew money to deposit it; she didn't even know what interbank transfers were. She made that foolish assumption and walked all the way to her daughter's university, entering the nearby bank."
"That was my mother. When I found out that the person who helped her deposit money was you, I fell in love with you without hesitation, ignoring all societal pressures. I believed that with sincerity, anything was possible; you're a kind person, and marrying you would be worth it. But then, you had a daughter."
"A daughter who thinks I'm the one who destroyed your family, who believes I'm the mistress. I could tolerate all of this; I kept thinking that love could conquer everything. But after Dong Ai was born, things only got worse. When I look into Ge Dongyun's eyes, I can see the hatred reflected there."
"I have no doubt that once Ge Dongyun takes control of the company, she will definitely drive Dong Ai away. I don't know what kind of life counts as wealthy, nor do I know how much money is enough for a person in this lifetime. I actually understand that even if Ge Dongyun does this, the several properties under my name would be enough for Dong Ai to live on."
"But for some reason, every time I look into Ge Dongyun's eyes, I always see the tragic life that awaits Dong Ai. It feels as if I can see Dong Ai sleeping on the streets. Whenever I thought about how my mother didn’t understand anything and made a fool of herself in front of others, I always found her incomprehensible."
"After having a child, I finally understood that feeling. Even if I have nothing, even if I can't do anything, I still want to do my best for my child and leave her with the best of what I have."
Ge Dong remained standing, her voice tinged with tears: "So you killed Ge Dongyun just so that everything in the future could go to Dong Ai?"
Wang Jing knelt down, not raising her head: "I come from a life of hardship; my mother was the poorest in the village. With the life I have now, I'm already very satisfied; it's enough for me. But as a mother, it’s never enough, never enough."
Wang Jing's tears had dried up. She leaned against the door frame and slowly stood up, saying: "I originally thought that by taking action during this chaotic time, no one would suspect me. But how could I have known that there really was a murderer targeting Ge Dongyun? If I had known it would turn out like this, why would I have killed her…"
With a loud slap, a hand struck Wang Jing's face hard.
The force of the slap nearly knocked Wang Jing off balance as she leaned against the wall. Ge Dong's strike was fierce, and blood began to trickle from Wang Jing's nose.
"Call the police," Wang Jing said calmly at that moment. "I did kill Ge Dongyun; I will turn myself in. At the same time, I must ensure that the police find the murderer who killed Dong Ai. This method was my idea; the murderer must have seen me crawl out from the second floor—this is an important clue."
"Now, let me hold Dong Ai," Wang Jing slowly walked toward the bedside.
"No, there's no need to turn yourself in," Ge Dong said.
Wang Jing turned her head back and asked, "What do you mean?"
Ge Dong gently replied: "What I mean is that you don’t need to call the police. All those years, I knew how you treated Ge Dongyun. I understand that if it weren't for having no other choice, you wouldn't have done this. My ex-wife agreed to our arrangement because she knew you were kind-hearted."
"Actually, there is something in that agreement that you don't know. If Ge Dongyun ultimately decides not to give you any shares at all, that agreement will take effect. She left you ten million. Although ten million isn't a huge amount, it's enough for Dong Ai to buy a house in Dragon City, buy a car, get married, have children, and live a lifetime."
Ge Dong gently embraced Wang Jing. "Our family has lost too much. I don't know why fate seems to be against me, unable to bear even a little happiness for me. Don't turn yourself in; I've already lost too much and can't lose you as well."
As she spoke, Ge Dong couldn't help but shed tears.
The two of them held each other and cried, their voices loud.
She wasn't a good person, nor was she a good mother; she was simply a woman who would do anything for her child.
Wang Jing gently pushed Ge Dong away and walked toward the center of the bed.
She placed her hand softly on Dong Ai's head, stroking his hair, his face, and his nose.
Suddenly, her hand stopped.
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