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Hua Rongxiao stood frozen in place, her hair whipping wildly in the noise of the drone and the wind. She shouted at the person behind her, demanding they bring it down! Hurry, someone! Where did this drone come from? Who is responsible for this?
In front of Hua Rongxiao was a portrait of Wan Zhang, surrounded by a bouquet of flowers, contrasting sharply with the chaos in the center of the venue. Hua Rongxiao lost her composure; she wanted to escape, but no matter where she went, the drone followed her. The plastic basin dangling from it occasionally struck her head, and it was clear there was something heavy inside.
Outside, someone rushed in with a stick, while people in the corner shouted about the disgrace of such a scene, fearing it would disturb the spirits of the deceased. Just as the stick swung toward the drone, it smoothly veered away and flew off, but the plastic basin fell directly onto Hua Rongxiao.
In a reflexive action, she instinctively caught whatever fell from the basin, causing pain to her arms. It was only when she looked down that she realized she was holding Lan Qingqing's conjoined twins. The babies were lifeless, their faces already turning blue.
Hua Rongxiao screamed in horror and instinctively threw the child onto the ground. In that moment of forceful throwing, she couldn't tell if she had killed the baby or if it had already been dead. Her legs gave way beneath her, and she collapsed to the floor as media reporters in the corner went wild taking photos and uploading videos.
The reporters she had hired with hefty sums no longer cared about who their employer was; all they wanted was content that would generate views.
Standing to one side of the venue were Tong Le and Zong Zeyu, who witnessed everything unfold. Tong Le took out her phone to call Lan Qingqing, but found that the number was turned off.
Someone approached to check on the child’s condition and shouted that the baby was dead. There were screams, calls to the police, claims that this was an ill omen, and others fleeing in panic.
Jin Zi Meng clung tightly to Tong Le's arm in fear. "Tong Le Jie," she gasped. "Did Lan Qingqing kill her own child to get back at Hua Rongxiao?"
Tong Le felt confused; she didn't know if Lan Qingqing had harmed her own child or if there had been an underlying illness that caused its death. However, between those two possibilities, she leaned toward believing Lan Qingqing was responsible for the child's demise—after all, during their last meeting, the child had still been alive.
At that moment, Hua Rongxiao in the center of the venue pointed at the child on the ground and shouted desperately, "I didn’t kill it! The baby was already dead before I threw it! That wretched Lan Qingqing set me up! This child has been dead for a while! Call the police! Call a coroner! The time of death will prove my innocence! I didn’t kill him!"
No one paid attention to what Hua Rongxiao was saying anymore; chaos erupted around them. What should have been a dignified funeral had turned into a farce online.
Realizing she could not stay any longer—once the police arrived, they would surely detain her—Hua Rongxiao felt a surge of panic. This was an unwarranted disaster! The sudden appearance of the drone and that grotesque conjoined baby were clearly Lan Qingqing's schemes!
She knew she couldn’t afford to be confused right now; she needed to remain calm and leave quickly! Then she would have her lawyer handle this mess!
At that moment, her phone buzzed with a message from one of her subordinates: "Hua Jie, we’ve completed the last batch of deliveries and are retreating now."
Seeing that her goods had been shipped out brought her some relief. She turned and dashed toward the back door to escape.
Jin Zi Meng fixed her gaze on Hua Rongxiao's retreating figure anxiously. "She’s running away! Toward the back door! What should we do? Should we go after her? She isn’t even afraid of the police! That baby died in her hands!"
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