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This was Tong Le's first time witnessing such a bloody scene. A living person fell from dozens of stories high, crashing to the ground and shattering into pieces, killing others below. Among those involved, she recognized two: Jin Feng and Winston. Winston was crushed by Jin Feng's fall; from that height and with such force, it struck him right on the head. Tong Le watched helplessly as Winston's body twisted unnaturally before collapsing to the ground, his neck stiffening in an instant, leaving no time for reaction.
Tong Le was terrified, her feet seemingly glued to the floor, unable to move. Zong Zeyu instinctively pulled her into his arms, burying her face against his chest to shield her from the horrific sight. The chaos around them was overwhelming—security guards in the hall, employees passing outside, onlookers gathering to see what had happened, and Jin Zi Meng screaming in madness.
Life is fragile; in just a moment, everything can be lost. A body hits the ground, organs rupture, breathing ceases, and loved ones must say goodbye. Zong Zeyu led Tong Le to a resting area in the hall, repeatedly instructing her to stay put while he went to handle the situation. But Tong Le couldn't sit still. As Zong Zeyu and Zong Jin went to address the matter, she made her way to the entrance of the hall.
The area was already crowded with people. She could hear Jin Zi Meng wailing and kind-hearted bystanders calling for help, but it was too late. How lucky would someone have to be to survive a fall from such heights? And how unfortunate was Winston, who had been innocently crushed beneath Jin Feng's body?
Tong Le squeezed through the crowd and approached Jin Zi Meng, who was kneeling on the ground and leaning against her. This scene made Tong Le uncomfortable, yet at the same time, she had witnessed Jin Feng's death firsthand. It was clear that this was not how a living person should appear after jumping from a building—his face was darkened and bruised, lips dried and blackened, eyes sunken. During her three years caring for bedridden patients in the hospital, she had seen too many lives lost despite efforts to save them. She had also encountered families who brought corpses that had been dead for days to hospitals demanding resuscitation. The hospital is a sacred place but also one where human emotions can run cold and dark.
In those three years, she had observed many aspects of life and death, as well as various terminal illnesses and patient conditions. Suddenly, Tong Le realized something just as police cars and ambulances arrived outside. She rushed toward the police car and grabbed an officer's arm tightly as he stepped out. "The murderer is up there!" she exclaimed, pointing at the top of the building. "The jumper didn't jump willingly! Someone pushed them! The jumper must have been dead for some time—this is murder!"
After hearing her words, the police quickly dispatched officers to the top floor while others secured the scene. The rescue team immediately went to assist those in need.
Tong Le stood there in shock when Zong Zeyu hurried over and grabbed her wrist. "What are you doing out here? Are you scared?"
With worry etched across her face, Tong Le gazed at the ground before looking up at Zong Zeyu. What if all of this was intentional? Jin Feng had been dead long before this incident; someone had deliberately thrown her body down to create the illusion of suicide. And Winston just happened to be standing below—what if someone had used Jin Feng's corpse to kill him? It would serve both purposes for whoever stood to gain from this tragedy.
Tong Le muttered anxiously under her breath as she tried to piece together the connections behind this event. Suddenly, she remembered Ke Wenjie and Hua Rongxiao.
Zong Zeyu paused in shock but quickly began to understand the implications of what she was suggesting. If Jin Feng's death was due to Ke Wenjie having leverage over her, then everything else fell into place. Ke Wenjie intended to kill Jin Feng and used her body to crush Winston—Winston was Wan Zhang's only son. And Hua Rongxiao had recently married Wan Zhang; for her, Winston was her only rival for inheritance. If Winston were dead, Hua Rongxiao would have no enemies left. Most importantly, Hua Rongxiao was Ke Wenjie's supporter.
Zong Zeyu turned to inform the police about this revelation when Tong Le interjected urgently, "I already told them! They’re heading up there now! I’m afraid they won’t catch anyone—we're too late."
Tong Le looked back at the throng of people as police began dispersing them; Jin Zi Meng's cries still echoed in the air.
Tong Le murmured to himself, "It must be Ke Wenjie. I know him too well; he will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. My parents were killed because of him. Once he gets used to killing, he becomes fearless. With nothing left to lose, he becomes even more reckless. I understand him all too well."
Meanwhile, Hua Rongxiao and Ke Wenjie were at home, raising their glasses in celebration. Hua Rongxiao opened a bottle of expensive red wine, and the two clinked their elegant goblets together, indulging in both the drink and each other's company. As Ke Wenjie gazed into the deep crimson liquid, his excitement grew. Why is human blood red? Red is such an exhilarating color.
Hua Rongxiao, dressed in a sheer red nightgown, stepped delicately onto the pristine white cashmere carpet. She went to change the vinyl record, her movements alluring. With Winston dead and Wan Zhang lacking a successor, he must be longing for me to bear him a son. Unfortunately, with his old bones and subpar sperm quality, even if he wanted a child, he would be powerless to make it happen.
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